Mistaken Identity Romance Novels Novels & Stories

(The girl who ran from hell) “She thought she was running from her demons. She didn’t know one of them had learned her name.” The story begins… Milan was in her bedroom, reading a steamy Mafia romance novel when noise from downstairs pierced through her subconscious. She flinched as the door slammed closed, dreading the reality that her husband is finally back home from his long business trip. Gripping the hardback in her already trembling hands, she anticipated his yells, demanding where the fuck she was.

Conner and Anisa were forced to their knees. Anisa's face had swollen badly, and blood still seeped from one ear, but she kept struggling. "Mr. Randall, save me. I'm carrying your child." She clung tightly to Conner's arm as if it were her last lifeline. Conner's eyes shifted slightly. Floyd picked up a manila envelope from beside him, shook out the documents, and tossed them on the floor one by one. The first document was Anisa's actual academic record. She had dropped out of high school and had never studied abroad. Her so-called MBA from a prestigious business school was a fake certificate she had bought on the black market for eight thousand dollars.

She murmured to herself, over and over. “It is my fault. It is all my fault. If I had not taken the wrong room card, this would never have happened.” “Nola, what did you say? What wrong room card?” Octavia could not hear clearly. Nola struck the back of her head against the wall. The guilt in her heart grew heavier, and her tears fell even harder. If she had not taken the wrong room card on the wedding night and given it to Meryl, Meryl would never have gone into the wrong wedding room. Then the bride swap would never have happened.

“Maybe she was saying goodbye or something. Or trying one last time. I don’t know. But trust me — Ezekiel isn’t with Aida.” The relief that washed over me was so strong it made my knees feel weak. But it was quickly followed by embarrassment. I had cried, thrown away the beautiful necklace he gave me, and pushed him away… all because of a misunderstanding. “Oh my God,” I whispered, covering my face with both hands. “I’m such an idiot.” Garrett chuckled again, softer this time, and pulled me into a side hug. “You’re not an idiot. You’re just… twenty. And you have a massive crush on my best friend. Which is still weird, by the way.”

Face impassive, I replied, "Go ahead. After all, someone spent considerable effort making it." I had barely finished speaking when Melissa Barker's eyes reddened. "Marissa, I truly didn't mean for this to happen! I worked overtime till 11 last night to place an order for this banner, so I must have accidentally sent them the wrong thing since it was so late. I'm genuinely sorry!" Before I could say anything, my boyfriend, Liam Yarrow, was already frowning. "Marissa, it's just a name. There's no need to make things difficult for Mel. Just pretend that it's your name on there and stop kicking up a fuss."

And telephone rings that hid secrets. Maria De La Cruz would have been slow to reflect on her mother's writings, at least she discovered that her real name was "Arlyne", and that she had made a kind of auto-bibliography written in the third person, but how could I find out? Well, those sheets hid an admirable truth and bandit, they coincided perfectly with her father's chest. She was confused for a few days, she wasn't sure what her real surname was, her real name, and she certainly had become quite messed up in her mind. However, in the shadows of her questions, she was filled with relief and emotion for the blood that ran in her veins; even though they carried injustices, murders, and deat

Liah declared. “Liah, you’re making a mistake. What if you didn’t hear him properly? What if everything’s a lie? What if you misunderstood him?” Sarah questioned. “No! I didn’t. I told you, Aeron hated me from childhood. He always wanted to beat me at any cost. Even at university, he couldn’t surpass me, but I didn’t know Aaron was his brother. If I had known, I would’ve never let him get close to me. If I knew he came to me for revenge this way, I would’ve defeated him like I defeated his brother. So I didn’t misunderstand anything. I did the right thing. I will not let Samuel be like him. Samuel is my son. Only mine.” Liah said, slamming her hand on the table.

At first, he thought the secretary lady made a mistake,he bombarded her with a series of questions in one breath but alas, the truth hit him. He remembered Louisa reacting funny whenever he called her Martha. The lousy excuses she kept giving him whenever he spoke of their time before he relocated to Australia. “ What's the point talking about the past? The present is all that matters. We're together now.” She kept saying. But thinking about it now, it's just a front. She does not know a thing about what he's talking about because she is not Martha. An imposter. But why? Who the hell is she and how does she have Martha's handband.

Disbelief crossed his features, quickly replaced by confusion and something more: guilt. He made his way across the room. "Sienna? What's going on here?" he demanded. Damien stepped protectively beside her, his expression inscrutable. Aidan ignored him entirely. "You're with Damien Cole? Seriously? This is a joke right? Is this some sort of game?" he questioned incredulously. Sienna straightened her back resolutely. "No, it's not a game. It's real," she asserted with confidence. Isabelle approached them with a sugary smile of feigned innocence.

I yell over the blasting music in the club. He looks at me again. From the tip of my wet curls to my toes, then back to my lips, where his gaze stays a second too long. “Sorry, Sugarlips,” he says, his voice like dark velvet. “I’ve done a lot of crazy shit, but ruining a wedding? That’s foreign.” He turns to his glass of whiskey like we’re done talking. “I’m Ramona, not Sugarlips,” I say, reaching out my trembling hand. “Ramona Martins. You must be Jonathan?”