I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

Dylan noticed this. "Auntie, when will you tell her the truth?" Dylan asked. "When everything's okay," said Isabel. "Franco wants him to imprison the man who took us away from Gaby." Dylan did not speak. "What, we thought, was dead was just next to us. We're with him almost every day. It hurts for us, Dylan." "Gaby loves you …" "As his Auntie and Uncle. But Dylan, we're his real parents." Isabel couldn't stop herself from crying. "I'm sorry, Tita. I don't want to …"

I replied her with an innocent smile while I held on to the withering tree that was by me, Alexia's face became unpleasant, she clenched her fingers into a fist as she glared at me, and I knew just why, Alexia is the older of the two of us, though we are twins, let me just say…she was the one that came out of mommy's tummy first, And she hated to be called big sis, especially in front of Melvin because it makes her seem old, but believe me, I really don't know how that makes sense, especially seeing as she is just sixteen and Melvin our most common love interest is eighteen,

“Latifa? Yea. Am I right?” I flinched, making a turn to see who called me by my real name, with My heart panting so fast. rule no 1# a whore never reveals their real names. I was going to pretend like he’d mistaken me for someone else but then I couldn't hold it anymore. I turned.

"He was the one who came in last. The one who entered first is called Chase Miller, who entered second is named Steve Miller. The three are brothers, supposedly they are triplets and that is why they are in the same room." Triplets? They were actually very different, as if they had been born a year apart. How weird. "Miss Levana Jones," the professor's voice took me out of the interesting conversation I had with Natalia and made me see it. - "Yes?" "Come forward please," he says. I panicked. "Why?" Was what I asked. I heard some giggles from the students.

The only way she could differentiate them was by their clothes, London is always clad in white outfits no matter the occasion but the man standing in front of her was clad in an all black outfit. She wondered how the rumors always flying around the institute never mentioned anything about the boss having a twin brother. It was obvious no one knew about it. But why would anyone choose to hide the fact that they are twins? Isn't it something to brag about? And if it was such a secret then why was he revealing himself to her? So many thoughts ran through Kim's head as she stood transfixed on the spot staring directly into his eyes without fear. "I'm Jayden by the way," he said, the deep smirk n

The photograph was the same young woman. My grandmother. The real Garcia. The live comments erupted. “So THAT is the real Garcia? Then who’s the woman next to him?” “The letters say it plainly. And he just said he ‘rejected’ her. Lying without batting an eye.” “So the real Garcia was abandoned in the rural West. Who is this fake Garcia? This is insane.” Daniel Harrington’s lips pressed into a thin line. He gripped the table. His fingertips were white. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead.

"This time, I used bulletproof glass for the face, and I swapped the photo inside for one from the first time we met. The back still has both our names on it, just like before." I glanced at it and snorted. "Keep it. That junk means absolutely nothing to me anymore." "Chiara, please hear me out… I can explain. Back then, I genuinely had no choice but to let you take the fall," he exclaimed. "You had no choice, huh?" I couldn't help but laugh, tears almost pricking the corners of my eyes. "Alessio, you've really got a talent for making yourself sound like a hero. You were caught up in the novelty of having Vittoria around, and you couldn't stand to see her cry. Don't wrap your cowardice up in

Lionel said, "which one's yours—the one on the left, or the one on the right?" Jamie didn't get a chance to answer before two DNA reports popped up on the screen. "I'm a helpful guy," Lionel said with a faint smirk. "I already did the tests for you. The one on the left is mine. Neither of them is yours." Jamie froze, eyes wide, and turned toward Tracy in disbelief. "That can't be right! You said one of them was mine!" Tracy hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth as if something had just clicked.

I quickly stopped him and told him to go find a supervisor instead of arguing with people who just wanted drama. "You're still here? Talk about thick-skinned." Dr. Stevens let out a scornful huff. I pulled out my ID and shoved it in her face. "Look closely. This is my ID. My gender is male!" Dr. Stevens took my ID, compared it to my face for a moment, then tossed it back at me with contempt. "Who are you trying to fool? This buzz-cut fatty is supposed to be you? You think a fake ID is gonna work on me? Nice try."

It was not about me being a fake heiress… It was about the imposter son! Casper was the imposter!