I Was The Real One Mga Nobela at Kwento

she continues, voice rising with frustration, “you haven’t destroyed your enemies! Not a single one!” My head spins. My chest tightens. “You… you know everything about me?!” “Yes,” she snaps, now pacing like she’s late for an appointment. “I know enough to know that you’ve nearly gotten both of us killed… again!” I spin around, angry and confused. “Okay! Who are you?!!” She stops, finally glaring at me with those piercing silver eyes. “I’m you. The real, original Ivonne.” I blink. “What… the…? I’m supposed to be… me! This doesn’t even make sense!”

She’d always been my one and only, the one constant in a life that had been full of shadows. “Mom,” I said finally, my voice rough. She looked up, smiling. “Dante. You look tired.” “What am I?” The words burst out of me, sharper than I intended. She froze, the knife clattering onto the counter. “Dante…” “Don’t,” I snapped, my chest tight. “Don’t tell me I’m just like everyone else, because I’m not. You know it. They all know it. I can feel it in my bones. I need the truth.”

"It's me, Maggie. You said you'd marry me. I gave up everything for you. You can't just ditch me..." His voice cracked, and his hand twitched—the knife sliced Serena's skin. She gasped. Vincent's heart dropped. "Don't touch her! Serena, just hold on—I'm on my way!" Tears blurred Serena's vision, but she stayed still, jaw clenched. Then Maggie opened her mouth—and everything stopped. "Vincent, relax. That's not Peter. Miss Saun, come on. There's nothing between me and Vincent. You didn't need to fake a whole kidnapping just to test him."

“Until we win. Until none of this touches you again.” That night, alone in her room, Isabella sat in front of the mirror. Not the distorted ones from the chamber. This one was plain. Still. She looked into her own eyes and whispered, “I’m here. I’m real. I won’t be erased.” Outside, the world still turned in secrets. But inside, something unshakable had taken root.

" Both Judy and Coleen were shell-shocked. Back when Joyce and Dorian showed up at Larson Residence, they had personally conducted a parental test. Dorian was verified to be Tyler's actual flesh and blood. But now, Tyler was claiming that Joyce wasn't Dorian's actual mother. Then, who on earth was the real mother? "What's going on right now?" Judy looked enraged. Tyler no longer continued speaking. Meanwhile, Dorothy and Timothy didn't dare to say anything. Joyce, on the other hand, still wanted to defend herself. "Madam Judy, please listen to me … I …" Unbeknownst to them, Dorian had been standing outside the ward the whole time.

The last piece was Isla. She would be mine. And nothing..no one—was going to stop me from getting what I wanted. Hahahahahahahahhahahaha

There was no denying it anymore. No running from it. No pretending this was just some mistake. This was real. Painfully real. My chest tightened as the truth finally settled in. This was no joke. Hunter really is… the Alpha King.

"Now that she has her own baby, she doesn't care about us at all. She yells at us every day! Dad fights with her for our sake all the time. He even said he wished you were here. Only you truly cared about us." Charlie knew I had poured so much effort into raising Dominic, and he nodded along. Still, concerned about his pride, he didn't say a word and simply let the kids plead on his behalf instead. I pushed Dominic away. They were my children, and it would be a lie to say I could abandon them completely. That said, the ways they had hurt me left a scar in my heart that would never fully heal. "Sir, you've really got the wrong person," I said. "My name is Harper Stone, heiress of Stone Group.

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.