Mistaken Identity Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Sally As I lay in bed, the soft glow of my phone illuminated my face, casting an ethereal light on the darkened room. My roommate's snores provided a soothing background hum, but my attention was riveted on the words dancing across my screen. I was devouring a dark romance novel, the masked man's enigmatic presence drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Ever since Colby's tantalizing hint about the masked man earlier that day, I couldn't shake off the intrigue. My curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I'd spent hours scouring the internet for recommendations, finally settling on the darkest, most twisted tale I could find.

“Ugh, that’s so boring.” I should have been offended, but I wasn’t because the truth was, I couldn’t tell her how we really met. I couldn’t admit that Adlan had sent a letter to a woman he thought was me and that I had let him believe it. That I was living in a tangled web of deception, pretending to be someone else. Yeah, no. I wasn’t ready for that kind of judgment. Hell, I wasn’t even done judging myself. It felt like I was trapped in a telenovela, and I wasn’t sure if I was the heroine or the villain.

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

The email I had scheduled for Victor was my final judgment of him and my final farewell to that ridiculous marriage. When the contents of the email blew his world apart, I was sitting in an apartment in a small town by a snowy mountain, far away from the chaos. There was no mafia family here, nor was there anything to do with Victor. There was just a silent room and a window with a view of the snowy peaks. I started a new life under the name “Carolyn Dawn”, bidding farewell to the poor Zoe who spent her whole life carefully trying to prove herself.

I sat down next to Kael. "Let's begin," Sorin said. He put a folder on the table. "Documents were brought to our attention last night. Written confirmation from a source inside the Holt Pack." He opened the folder. "The woman presented to us as Lena Holt is not Lena Holt. She is the younger sister. An Omega. Sent as a replacement after the real treaty bride fled." The room was quiet. Every elder was looking at me. I looked back. All of them. One by one.

Her eyes met mine when I lifted my head, and it made me uncomfortable. “We’re not close,” I said bluntly. Damien added. “We were.” I turned to face him with a stern, forced smile. “No, we weren’t.” His eyes never left mine. “We dated.” My throat tightened. “No, we didn’t.” He turned to Caterina, desperate to make me lose my mind with his words by trying to prove something that wasn’t even there. “Isabella and I dated five years ago,” he said. “It was during the time you said you needed space.”

I get to the bathroom door and grab the door handle to go in when something pops up in my head suddenly. From nowhere. An idea of what type of person he might be. I have read things like this in books. Dark and dangerous romantic books of rich spoiled brats and their abductors. Since he is not a kidnapper obviously, then this must be it. Without thinking, I twirl back sharply and blurt out. "Are you in the Mafia?" The moment the words roll out of my mouth, I begin to regret it because his face turns rigid and his eyes become darker, making me drop my gaze, mutter a low apology and run into the bathroom.

" The problem isn't her. The problem is you. You're far too romantic and... sensitive." Hamish glared at his friend before realising that he might be right... He should have married Princess Clementine and rejected the idea of finding his true love. Love was an illusion. Now he had proof. He had fallen under her spell at first sight but now the mere fact that she was to be his wife, his sultana, disgusted him. He knew she was a gold digger, he had guessed it though, he was naive to believe that she would end up being the Annabella he had loved passionately that night. He ended up being tricked. Like a fool...

I asked. " Yes!!" Nate nodded and chuckled. " What does that mean? Who is the fake fiance? " Sanya asked glaring at Nate. Nate explained the whole incident to her, and she smiled. " Yes, she is my identical twin, most people get confused between us, but there is a very minor difference between us, only those who know both of us well can make out the difference. Like she is a bit taller than me. " She said. Which one did I meet that day?