Novel & Cerita Teresa Fidalgo Is Real Or Fake

"It's my name. I'm Camella. What about you?" "Oh, sorry for my outburst. I'm Rita. But why are you here? You seem to know who kidnapped you." "I do, and I'm assuming you're here because you got involved with Fred. Or could it be Fabian?" she questioned. "Who is Fabian? I know Fred, not Fabian." "Is that man your husband?" she finally asked the question that had been dangling on her tongue all along. "I really wish I could snap at you, but I'm low in energy today. He is not my husband. He works for the Fidelis, David Fidelis to be precise."

Kio stared at me with so much like I just earned his respect because of what I had told him. "I thought that you're the prim and proper type of woman, Rory Spencer. Didn't know that you're hiding dirty jokes under your sleeves," he teased as he continued to savor the last strand of the pasta from the pan. The thing is. It's not just a set of dirty jokes that I am hiding up on my sleeves. There is more, like the fact that I am an impostor. I am Isla Therese, a stripper who was offered one million dollars in exchange for pretending to be Kairos' fiancée for a week until that big day.

the assistant replied sarcastically. Teresa was a well-known celebrity in the entertainment circle. She was the female star that Joanne had a dispute with at the entrance of the TV station previously. Joanne was a third-rate celebrity at best, and it's no wonder that Teresa's assistant dared to raise her voice at her. Joanne was about to apologize again, but Teresa caught a glimpse of Patrick walking over. She patted her on the shoulder with a smile and asked, "Are you the one playing the third female lead?"

He felt the softness of her palm and caressed it cautiously. Shane quickly released it and bit her lip. Frenzo fixed the sleeves of his polo, "In case you didn't know me, I am the owner of Montever's company." he said arrogantly. She rolled her eyes. "Look, if you just came here to boast. Please, leave now." she pushed him out of the door. "Please don't visit me again," she said with a fake smile and slammed the door on his face. "Wait! I just want--" Frenzo was still saying something but Shane already closed the door and straightly went to her room.

“It was Aretha Santon who called for cameras. She said Rosa had stolen her identity and was trying to discredit her. Isn’t that why the Fleming House of Hope agreed to the broadcast? To prove Rosa’s skill?” Thousands of replies followed. Threads exploded with debates. At first, it seemed harmless...curiosity about a past scandal. But the more people looked, the more irregularities they found. “Wait. So Aretha Santon called her a fraud… but the wedding showed Prince Miguel personally acknowledging Rosa as his daughter. If Rosa is the real princess, then who exactly is Aretha?” The spark caught flame.

“No, that’s not…” Thea, standing a few paces away with her arms folded, arched a brow. Her silence was louder than any words. “It’s fake,” Posy suddenly declared, her voice pitching high. “The video…it’s doctored. Someone manipulated it. This isn’t real!” Yolanda stared at the video a bit longer, there's no way that is fake. She didn't know some video analysis expert to tell her that it was all real. Her precious older brother, tangled with Yumi, her best friend!

Charles said nothing. He simply pressed play. And it took her world in four seconds. The Fake Fiona began loudly. Fake Candy, sobbing. False footage of an incident that never occurred. Her hand flew to her mouth. “No…” Her eyes widened. “No-this.this is.this isn’t real-Charles, this isn’t real” He came closer, his hands shaking slightly. “I know. I KNOW. But the internet—Fiona, they think it’s real.” A headline flashed across the screen: “BILLION HEIRESS

No cross. She called her agent Pamela. The moment the call went through, she snarled, "I told you to loan the 'Mermaid Princess' dress for me, and what did you get?" Pamela, knowing that Teresa had discovered her dress was a fake, tried to explain herself, "The museum didn't let me loan it no matter how hard I tried to convince them or how many strings I pulled. Since you refused to take no for an answer, I asked a tailor to make you the same dress. Don't worry, Teresa. No one in this country has seen the real dress before, so no one will be able to pick up that yours is a fake."

The way he said ladies made me cringe like we were something other than ladies. “Teresa Montés and Isabella Valéz.” Chino responded. “These wouldn’t be my brother’s daughters, would they? “They are.” “So, you escaped Zamora. “ “Yes,” I said. “You must be Isabella. The older one, right? “He looked me up and down. “Hmmm.” He walked over to Teresa, she looked at me nervously. She is only 19. Barely even legal in the United States. He touched her shoulder, she jumped. “It’s no reason to be afraid.” He rubbed her shoulders.

“Actually… this is quite interesting.” His gaze shifted—to me, then to the screen. “But I don’t think that’s what we should be focusing on,” he added. Silence followed. “Well,” I said, lifting my hands slightly, “can someone explain it to me now?” “Terisa, where did you get those photos?” Vivian asked, her eyes narrowing. “They’re fabricated! They’re not real—believe me!” Mrs. Lisa cried, her voice breaking as she turned to Dad. Tears streamed freely down her face.