Novel & Cerita I Am The Real One

he asked, his voice low and dangerous. I swallowed hard, my courage faltering under his intense gaze. "Like... like I'm real and not some contract." He reached out. His warm, rough hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. It wasn't a performance. There were no cameras on the balcony. There was no staff to impress. "You are the only thing that is real," he murmured. "Everything else... the company, the money, the legacy... it’s all noise. But you..."

me alone. Only mine… Snap

Iris’s POV Maybe Maximus was right. Maybe Rowan had never really wanted me. Maybe— No. I shook my head violently. “This is NOT real,” I said loudly, pulling my hand away from Maximus. “None of this is real. This is just the spell. This is just a trick.” “Iris—” Maximus started. “NO!” I screamed. “This is NOT REAL!” The forest around me started to shimmer and change. “I know who I am,” I said, my voice getting stronger. “I know Rowan loves me. I know this is fake. I KNOW THIS ISN’T REAL!”

You know where to find me, babe ;) The one and only, Soph

“I’m Mikaela.” ***

“That is what I just realized, I have tried to read your mind but I can't.” “Is my mind that messed up?” She smiled. “There only one being in everything that lives that mindreaders’ powers are completely useless before.” “What being?” I asked keenly. “Vampires.” “What!”

"Right here." She shoved the phone in front of everyone, and on the screen was a photo of me in the clinic office. In the picture, I was massaging the shoulders of a middle-aged man in a white coat. That man was Damian Pierce, the head of the pack clinic. He was also my father, an Alpha with tremendous respect throughout the pack. "Look at how she's fawning over him!" Grace zoomed in on the photo. "We all know Mr. Pierce is a top-tier Alpha! And she's just an Omega. How else could she become a lead healer at the clinic? Obviously by playing these games and sweet-talking her way in!"

Thank goodness she’d brought her tweezers. Wait, she needed to focus. She was talking sense to herself, remember? “Lucia Hills. This is all fake. This is a fake date; this is a fake boyfriend. You can’t just go around kissing hot guys who look like they come straight out of a movie set because they smile at you like that and listen to you prattle on about your job for a few minutes.

Kill me. “Funny choice of book.” He repeats himself. “You’re everything but invisible.” I stare down at my boots, playing with my toes inside them. “It’s kind of over when the cameras are off.” I whisper. “No one knows who the real me is.” The truth falls out before I can reel it back in.

“I am. Who are you?” “I am Stella McCartney,your replacement.” What?