I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

The woman who'd promised to help us. And she was speaking. "My name is Essa Moretti. And I'm here to tell the world the truth about the woman who's been pretending to be me." The duplicate was claiming my identity. Live. In front of the entire city. And if she succeeded, no one would ever believe I was the real Essa again.

I know what that look is but I don’t want to trust anyone, I want to just trust myself. We climbed the last stairs and walked closer to the elderly woman who was sitting on one of the couch. “ Irene , this is my mom and mom this is Irene” he introduced us. I greeted his mom and she stretched her hand to me and we exchanged handshake. “ Son, you have a really good one this time,” His mom said. MIKEL. When mom said , I have a real good one this time, I knew what she meant and I wasn’t having it because Irene Isn’t one of those girls I have bought that when I am done using I sell them off to my mom.

Jamal saw it— and something in him hardened. “You can’t prove it,” he said. “Because you don’t believe it yourself.” “That’s not true.” “Then say it.” “Say what?” “Say you’re real.” I swallowed. “I’m real.” “Louder.” “I’m real!” “Again.” “I’M REAL!” He stared at me. “Say it like you mean it.” I stepped closer until my face was inches from his. “I. Am. Real.” His expression changed—

Fast learner, I guess. “Yes, Isla!” Ivanka seemed to gain her courage back too. “Why have you come?” “Geez. You guys are so serious.” I casually strolled about. I was nailing my act. “But if you insist on knowing my reason. Well,” My tone took a serious depth. “I have come to show you who I really am.” I pointed to Ivanka. “Ivanka here had called me ‘fake’ on that glorious day. So I have come to wipe away that impression,” I concluded with my rehearsed evil smile.

“Now that's what what we are talking about.” We chatted merrily as we gulp down whiskey. With every swallow, we were slowly losing our soberness. I enjoyed her company quite welll and what made me very comfortable around her was I felt she was a real person. A whole of lot people weren't real. It was either they were faking what they appeared to be or they just didn't have the balls to be their real self.

"Like I'm real." The words hit Marcus like a fist to the sternum. He should have let go. Should have pulled away, put distance between himself and this impossible man with his ice-cold skin, his silver eyes and his complete absence in mirrors. Instead, his thumb moved in a slow circle against Silas's wrist, feeling the texture of skin that shouldn't exist. "Are you?" Marcus whispered. "Real?" Silas's eyes darkened. "What do you think?" "I think you don't have a pulse. I think you don't breathe right. I think you cast no reflection and staff members look through you like you're not there." Marcus's hand trembled against Silas's wrist. "I think you're dead."

Grace shoved me hard. I stumbled backward and slammed into the coffee table. Glass shattered everywhere. Ethan stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Grace, his gaze as cold as ice when he looked at me. "You're still lying? Grace said her father is fine. You're just trying to run away." "Ethan!" I stared at him in disbelief. "We're fated mates, and you still won't even believe me?" "Mates?" Grace scoffed. "A Rogue doesn't deserve to be Ethan's mate. Today I'm going to teach this fraud a lesson she won't forget!"

I went to an engagement party on my father's behalf. It was the engagement party for the daughter of one of his subordinates. As the Don, he couldn't attend himself. But when I arrived, I saw my fiancé, James Morris, proposing to another woman with my engagement ring. James spotted me and quickly pulled me aside, using the crowd to hide us. "So this is your business trip?" Tears burned my eyes. He looked annoyed. "Mina and I are just putting on a show. I'm doing this so I can give you a better life." If it were only a show, why had he left me burning with fever the moment she called? Why had he kissed her at a party while I was losing our baby, then let the photo spread across social media?

I wish you know the real one you were with? “And who would that be?” I ask. “Satiano Rodriguez.” His grip lessens until I can finally wrench my hand out of my hand. “ Who is Satiano Rodriquez? I asked. “ That is me? You know me, you know that is my real name? He says. I became lost in everything at that moment.

“I want to know who really a-are you…” “I am Eldifonso Madrigal, choosing to be Eli Madrigal, Amore. I am not a person from the beginning, but a kind person who was blinded by pain that life had given me. But I want you to know that the Eli you knew is the real character om the man standing in front of you right now, holding your cheeks, and telling you he loves you.” She bowed down, crying with no sound.