Semua Bab FAKING LOVE: Bab 1 - Bab 10

CHAPTER ONEMegan’s Point of View:It was my first day on this court. I didn’t know how to react. I knew most of the fans were excited to see me, and believe me, I was excited to see them too. I would have given up a long time ago had it not been for them. They keep me pushing.“Megan, are you alright?” My coach, Jane, asked.I forgot to add, she was one of the reasons I did not give up either. I had met her a few years ago after one of my many bar fights. The first words she had uttered to me were, “Such wasted gifts and talents.”“What did you say?” I asked, wanting her to repeat herself if she dared to.“Such wasted gifts and talents,” she repeated emphatically.I had decided to go over and teach her to mind her own business when one of my friends, Josh, stopped me.“Meg, you don’t want to do this,” he said.“Get out of the way,” I warned.“Meg, I have never lied to you before, and I will not start now. Just trust me, it’s all you need. Come on now, let’s get out of here,” he insis

CHAPTER THREE5 Years EarlierHailey’s Point of ViewOne could start with the beautiful weather or the sweet scent of flowers. One could also start with the peace that serenaded the air. Today was going to be a good day, I was sure of it or so I thought."Hailey, you are going to be late for your audition," Anna yelled from downstairs."Not like I am going to get the part though," I muttered.You cannot blame me for losing hope. I have had this same routine for 3 years now; wake up and rush out for an audition that I end up never getting. My love came crashing right before my eyes and I could do nothing about it."Hailey!" Anna roared again."I am right behind you, you do not have to shout," I whispered."Well, it took you long enough. Here, I made breakfast," she pointed to the table."You are an angel. I was starving," I admitted."I know," she agreed.I wonder how she does it. She has had life so figured out and then there was me whose life was well... scattered."You look worried,

CHAPTER FIVEMegan's Point of View"How are you feeling today, champ?" Jane's gentle voice cut through the sterile silence of the hospital room.I plastered on a weak smile, hoping to mask the storm raging within. "Better, I suppose."The lie rolled off my tongue with practiced ease, but Jane wasn't buying it. Her piercing blue eyes narrowed as she studied my face, lined with worry. "Don't give me that brave face routine, Megan. I know you're struggling."I averted my gaze, unable to meet her scrutinizing stare. The normally unshakable fighter in me felt caged, wings clipped by the fragility that the weigh-in incident had exposed."I just...I don't know if I can face them all again," I confessed in a hushed tone. "The fans, the media - they want this unbreakable champion. But I feel like a fraud."Jane's calloused hand found mine, her touch warm and reassuring against my clammy skin. The faded scars along her knuckles were a testament to the battles she'd faced."Megan, you're not a f

Chapter EIGHT -Meagan POVIt was another day. But not just any day. Today is the boxing event, golden rays piercing through the wall of windows in an unwelcome wake-up call.Megan stirred beneath the luxurious sheets, body tense and mind already whirling. This was it - her moment to reclaim the narrative that her ex, Miles, had so ruthlessly tried to hijack."You've got this, champ," she muttered, the familiar mantra steadying her nerves as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Her gaze landed on the tattered picture frame on the nightstand - a frozen moment of Miles' charming smile and her own adoring look, taken just weeks before the fateful night everything disintegrated.Bile rose in her throat as the familiar sting of betrayal lanced through her. With an angered swipe, she sent the frame clattering to the floor, shattering the frozen fantasy."That bastard..." she spat, fists clenching the silken sheets until her knuckles strained. Miles' callous parting words rang like

CHAPTER TENMeagan's POVI thanked God that Jane was able to find someone to act as a decoy for me to get through the crowd of reporters. As we exited the limo, Jane and the other woman who was going to cover for me as "Megan" walked out first.The woman had on an oversized jersey and baseball cap to obscure her face. She slouched her shoulders and looked fairly athletic, so she could pass for me from a distance. The reporters immediately swarmed her."Megan! Over here!" They shouted, cameras flashing.I stayed in the limo a moment longer, pulling my cap down lower. When the reporters were focused on the decoy, I was able to slip out and through the doors unnoticed.As I moved through the entrance, I passed by a guy in a suit and glasses who clearly didn't look like a reporter either.He was tall and skinny, with disheveled hair. Our eyes met briefly as I helped steady him when a photographer shoved into him."Easy there," I muttered, grabbing his arm to stop him from falling over. He