Fresh Prince Mistaken Identity Novels & Stories

I've never been here before and was only sent from my company, to convince you to feature in our next project," she clarified. Carlton narrowed his eyes as he studied her intently, looking for a hint of recognition, or probably a glint of mischief in her eyes. Any sign at all to see if she was pretending since he knew very well that he wasn't mistaken. Unfortunately, there was nothing. Her wide brown eyes shone with innocence as they stared back at him, bruising his ego. "I see that you really do not remember me," he remarked, his eyes shimmering with a flicker of hurt in them, Penelope's mind raced with questions about who he could be since she had never really been good with placing faces,

He went on his knees and began to beg, "Please forgive me, Daniel." "Daniel, did you just call me Daniel? That is 'my prince' to you." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my prince. Please forgive me. I made a big mistake. I was greedy... Ella... Erm... I was having financial difficulties, and struggling to get by. When she came with the proposal, she told me that she had seen pictures of the late Prince Joshua. She knew that at my age, I could match his description perfectly.

he says pointing his finger between me and Adria. I sigh "nothing. Nothing happened." "Nothing happened? I'm over here hyperventilating on your behave, and you tell me nothing happened?" Adam whisper yells. "I fall asleep to your over bearing, jealous, rage because a guy was holding Adria and wake up with you sleeping next to her. Then you tell me nothing happened." Adam cross his arms "ya i'm not buying it."

She picked up the call, wondering why she called earlier than she was supposed to. "Hello Amanda, I haven't gotten any…" Prisca said but was cut off by the alarming tone of Amanda's voice. "Hello Babe, where are you?" Amanda asked, her voice resonating loudly in Prisca's car. "I'm stuck in this traffic here. What's the problem? Why are you sounding like this?" Prisca asked. "It's this video" "What video?" "Of you and Clem in bed?" "What? How? I don't understand"

It was a phone call. Marcus's voice, raw with fury and despair: "MOM! What the hell did you do?!" "Marcus? Baby, what's wrong?" Brenda's voice came from the basement feed. "What's wrong? I've got the fucking mob after me! They say I owe them eight million dollars!" "That's impossible... you didn't borrow money..." "Of course I didn't! But someone borrowed it in my name!" Marcus was hysterical. "And Harvard just revoked my degree! They said I cheated to get in!"

Face impassive, I replied, "Go ahead. After all, someone spent considerable effort making it." I had barely finished speaking when Melissa Barker's eyes reddened. "Marissa, I truly didn't mean for this to happen! I worked overtime till 11 last night to place an order for this banner, so I must have accidentally sent them the wrong thing since it was so late. I'm genuinely sorry!" Before I could say anything, my boyfriend, Liam Yarrow, was already frowning. "Marissa, it's just a name. There's no need to make things difficult for Mel. Just pretend that it's your name on there and stop kicking up a fuss."

Aim was already beginning prep for the day’s bake. "You should rest." Priscilla said. "You're still healing." "I'm fine." I was tired, my arm ached, but I hadn’t felt so alive in weeks. The bell above the door jingled. I glanced up from wiping the counter and cringed. Valerie Statham was at the door. She looked perfect as always. Expensive clothes, flawless makeup, the sort of beauty that came from money and good genetics. The intended wife of Kade. The woman whose life I took by mistake.

The thought made me smile because tomorrow Ryan was going to see me again and I was going to let him know that I forgive him for falling for her fake charm and innocence. “Here is to me,” I smiled as I poured the last martini before taking a huge gulp feeling victorious. My phone buzzed and I answered without looking at the caller ID “Hello,” I slurred. “The patient is awake, and he is asking for Maya,” my heart stopped. “I’m on my way,” I dropped the call quickly and dialed a call to my driver to take me to the hospital.

The elevator doors opened and I walked out with my head held high. “Selina, you’re making a big mistake,” the prince called after me. “Those two are—” “Show me Henry and Jade having s*x, and I’ll believe you. Otherwise, don’t bother me or Henry ever again.” I gave him the sweetest smile I could muster. “`Bye.” ___________

I am going to make life a living hell for her, not only because she humiliated me but also because she keeps lying and pretending to be someone else. Jasmine my foot! How the hell did she know that we are back in New York? She claimed never to have been in New York but she was quick to figure out that we left Chicago for New York. I am not a dumbass! Every other piece of evidence is pointing to the fact that she is Andre, not some fucking Jasmine. She has that tattoo, she has the same face so what else do I need to be sure it's her? Nothing. I don't need any more evidence. She is Andre and I won't let her deceive me.