A Not So Fake Love Story Novels & Stories

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.

“Who are you underneath all that?” Cassian hesitated. Then: “Someone who’s tired of pretending he doesn’t care about you.” The words hit harder than they should have. No performance. No cameras. Just honesty. “I care about you too,” she whispered. Cassian stepped forward. His fingers brushed hers. “Then let’s stop faking it, Eden. Let’s figure out what this is—without the contracts, the media, or the pressure.” She looked up at him. “And if it turns out we’re better at faking than feeling?”

This could be the start of something new, something exciting. Snapping my fingers in front of Sophia's face, I bring her back to reality. "Girl," I say, trying to suppress a smile. "He's gone." Sophia blinks, her gaze finally leaving the spot where Adrian had stood. "He is exciting though," she admits, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Yeah, he is," I agree, my mind replaying our conversation. "And he's fine. His perfume... it's so charming." Sophia laughs, her loud personality filling the grand hall. "Men!" she exclaims, shaking her head. "Well, Ella, it seems like you've caught the attention of the most eligible bachelor in San Francisco."

Even at this time, he still maintained that damn gentlemanly demeanor. His logic was rigorous, impeccable. He pushed all the dirty water onto "drugs" and "illness", picking himself clean. And he stood on the moral high ground, accusing me of not being generous enough, not kind enough. So, is this what it feels like to be loved by him? Like arsenic wrapped in a layer of honey, sickly sweet and fatally toxic. I took a deep breath, forcing back the tears about to burst forth. I looked at Killian and suddenly revealed an extremely standard, fake smile.

Nah, he doesn't look more than four. Did Louisa move on immediately he left New York for Australia five years ago? Is she that cold-hearted? it can't be. Although it turned out to be based on deceit, their love was intense and very reciprocal while it lasted. He had never seen anyone love as hard as she did. So, the possibility of her getting into another romantic affair immediately after him is low. Kingsley steps into the back seat of his silver Lamborghini, releasing the top button of his tuxedo for comfort. Hardy closes the door after him and then turns around to put the car in motion.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

But I know she can't see me as my car windows are tinted. I saw disappointment on Melvin's face and guessed her answer. But soon he was stopped by her. Then after a brief conversation, Melvin came and informed me that she agreed. I kept a straight face as if it doesn't matter. But I was relieved that she agreed. Otherwise, I will be doomed in front of Grandpa. Melvin was checking the documents, while he said I can sit inside the office to quickly do the procedures. I agreed as I have already wasted enough precious time for today. When I stepped out unknowingly my eyes took a glimpse of her again. our eyes got locked, but as she could not bear my intimidating stare she looked down. And a smal

Nor now nor ever. There was no place for emotions in their fake relationship and there should be no blurred lines between...

“I don’t understand this kind of love either. It feels very fake. But the truth is, the movie is adapted from a real story, so it’s rare. There really is this kind of love.” “Do you trust love?” She suddenly asked me.

He is now standing in front of me. "I am in that situation, Frailey. So don't fucking tell me that what I have with Anna isn't real. More importantly, don't ever fucking tell me that the way I care about Phoebe isn't fucking real. You don't know what real love is if it hit you with a fucking bus."