Novel & Cerita There's Love That Starts From Mistaken Identity

“Girl… he’s obsessed with you. Just admit it and go get your man.” I shook my head, glaring. “No. I hate him.” She laughed, tossing her hair and walking away like she’d won some invisible battle. I thought I was safe. I thought it was over. I was wrong. By the afternoon, my phone buzzed. A number I didn’t recognize flashed on the screen. I froze, gripping it tightly. My stomach twisted with irritation—and curiosity. I tapped the screen, opening the message. “Don’t trust what she said. She’s lying.”

Immediately Amanda withdrew her hands from his, " what are you talking about, Elvis? Are you saying that this relationship is built on lies? What exactly did you lie to me about? Elvis said, " I know that you will be hurt to know that I lied to you but please find a place in your heart to forgive me. Please hear my story, It all started when I was unable to find true love. The ladies that were introduced to me by my relatives were all after my wealth. Yes, they were in love with my wealth and not me .I wanted to marry for love. I wanted to marry a woman who will love me and not my wealth and the only way I can achieve that was to disguise myself. I disguised myself and met some women who moc

She was becoming really frustrated. The door to the restaurant opened and her head shot yo in anticipation but instead of Issac, Dominic Fitz walked through the door with a woman on his arm. Their eyes met and she rolled her eyes so hard at him. Today was turning out to be kind of a disaster and Maeve decided that she would wait till about half past eight and if he still wasn’t here, she would leave.

"A feeling that I cannot identify but a different feeling that shows me myself new to me!''. I cease my brows squinting my eyes. What was he talking about? Feeling. Identify. Different. New? He smiles turning and glaring ahead. "She is a beautiful angel who provoked my feelings," he continues. "I think I'm falling in love with her". Love? I could feel my cheeks turn warm suddenly my heartbeat accelerating all of my sorrows, fear and traumatizing thoughts vanished into the air. My stomach flutters at the thought my pulse racing. Does Alex love me? A silly grin appears my gloomy mood disappearing. Unconsciously I part my lips to say something but hold back when his glinting gaze met mine with

“You are the only one I love. When we first met, I was afraid you would be scared if I confessed my love for you directly, so I made up a story.” Hearing this, Estelle was not surprised at all because she had guessed that before. Then she nodded and said, “Okay. Now it’s your turn to ask a question. What do you want to know?” “My question is very simple. Do you love me?” “Yes, I do.” “I see.” Mr. Mysterious nodded. “That’s it?” Estelle asked. “Yes. And I’m happy to hear such an answer. I don’t know whether you still want to be with me when you know my identity. But it’s enough for me that you love me now.”

Gemila pouted her lips. “Sorry best but marriage isn't for me." Yasmine winked before standing up. “I think you should actually write a book on this. Don't just throw it away." Gemita suggested. “You think so? What would I call it?" Gemila asked. “Mistaken Identity." Yasmine replied with a smile. “Huh?" Gemila furrowed her brows. “You did say Harry sent his men to kill Romero and they ended up killing your sister instead of you right? Though no one actually died but still, they mistook Gemita to be you so that's the best title." Yasmine explained.

One evening, she visited the foundation and was talking with some of the pregnant women when they started blushing over a guy that dropped down from the car. “The handsome guy is here again” one of them muttered and covered her mouth. The others rushed from their seats and glued their faces to the huge window as they tried to get a glimpse of him. “He’s so handsome, oh my gosh!” another remarked and they all giggled before rushing back to their seats as they saw him approaching the room. Bridget who was confused raised her brow at the commotion before asking “Who is he? Why are you all giggling?” and they paused to look at her in surprise.

She’s a single mom like me and became my best friend. And now, I’m using my mother’s name to cover my identity. Hindi ko man alam ang totoong nangyari but my trust for is enough for me to go on. He left me a letter, saying, ‘I’ll get you love. Just wait for me. For the time we’re separated, you died as Cassandra but not as another person who is mother to my child and the woman that I love. Take care baby. I love you.’ And my answer is yes, I’ll live not as Cassandra but Andrea Castillo.

As the tension between us reached its breaking point, a series of events unfolded that would test our resilience and redefine our understanding of loyalty and forgiveness. One fateful night, as we grappled with the complexities of our situation, a shocking revelation emerged. Elena's true identity was unveiled, exposing her as an imposter with a personal vendetta against Adrian. She had fabricated the entire story, exploiting the vulnerability of his past to sow discord in our relationship. The truth shattered the illusion that had clouded our judgment. We realized that the love we had fought for was real, authentic, and unbreakable. Despite the chaos and manipulation that had infiltrated ou