I Am The Real One Novels & Stories

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.

He saw that I didn’t belong to that world of false gold, and that this was my strength, not my weakness. “It’s… it’s mine,” I managed to say, feeling absurdly vulnerable. “I know. Everything here is theirs. But you aren’t. And that… That proves it.” “Proves what?” I asked, challenging the entire universe with that question. His answer, a hot and dangerous whisper in my ear, sealed my fate: “That you are real. And what is real… is mine. I want it.”

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

". . . A proper lady who's born in the house of the prime minister?" She beamed at her brilliant idea, eyes wide with fake curiosity as she smiled at Jen. "What do you think?" Jen bit her lip. Her face changed colors in shades of red as she burst out, "YOU! You! You whore!" Her mind couldn't formulate a retort and she was at a loss for words.

"You’re the true Luna." ***

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“I am glad you like it. I am sorry for what I said earlier Harriet, I was under stress and just lost one of my father’s closest friends.” “Oh no, the bastard, did he kill Adam? Please tell me it was someone else?” I said, my voice shaking. Adam couldn’t be dead. My father, my real father. I had only just found out who he was. His wife Linda, my mother, had gotten into contact with me and told me everything. He hadn’t told her husband she told me because she didn’t want Charles to find out.

"I hope you would still be that person in your real world, you don't have to go back to who you used to be" "I fully intend to, if you come with me" i say sitting down and pulling her to sit on my laps "You want me to come with you?" she asked shocked "Yes, but first" i pull out my phone and g****e myself "am Jordan Baker " i say showing her the results of my search on the news feed “Am not some man, am the owner of Baker industrues, my life is not simple at all, it's elegant and complicated, but with you by my side i can be the man i always wanted to be”

Layla stepped closer to them, feeling even more uneasy at every movement the woman make. “I know why you think of him as you do, I mean I am you…” the other version spoke again. Layla didn’t say anything. Nothing has made sense to Layla ever since she opened her eyes when she got out of the water. She knew that none of this could be real, none of this was happening, it was just a dream, she just had to wake up.

Bad reality, yeah, I have to be prepared for that. *****