A Not So Fake Love Story 소설 & 이야기

Just that feeling, that kind of sweet love where someone chooses you every single time that it feels like home. A small laugh left my lips but it didn’t quite reach my heart. It was a fake laugh. “Delusional,” I muttered, scoffing. Because I knew better, my life wasn’t a romance novel, it would never be. I’m Twenty One years old and the greatest love story in my life existed entirely between characters who weren’t real. “This is genuinely embarrassing.” A knock sounded on the door, I knew who it was as a matter of fact. I don't have to ask.

His muffled laugh still slipped through, high and strangled. Lila’s gaze darted back to me, eyes blazing. “And you! You’re wasting potential. Do you have any idea what people would pay to see a story like yours?” she snapped. I raised my brows, deadpan. “Pretty sure no one’s buying tickets for my fake love life.” I told her. Anthony coughed into his fist. “Yeah, and if they were, I’d at least want royalties.” He said. That earned him a look from me, half incredulous, half amused. Did he seriously just bargain about a fake romance contract?

Briana said and Jack was startled immediately, he's gone and after hearing Briana he come back to life, "Oh!! Am sorry, just remember something, let's go inside " "Are you sure" "Yes, of course, am okay They both enter the restaurant and take a sit A male server approach them and asked them what they want to eat They both choose something from the menu book "Alright sir" The food is ready and they were served, just about when they started eating, Two lovers bird just enter the restaurant holding hands and everyone was staring at them, at first Jack does not want to stare but couldn't help himself as the crowd are saying wao, wao

Noah finally said, half-smiling, “You’re really bad at keeping things simple.” Ethan leaned back. “You’re really bad at following orders.” “Maybe that’s why this fake engagement will work,” Noah said softly. Ethan studied him for a long moment, then nodded. “Maybe it will.” The city below gleamed in the dying light, cameras still flashing somewhere far away. Inside, everything felt strangely calm two men sitting at a kitchen island, pretending to be in love while the world watched.

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

It wasn't until then that I actually heard what was being said. " ... billboards erected in various places throughout the city and in a neighboring suburb. Though the nudity is blacked out, it shows in graphic detail two lovers purported to be a brother and sister in the midst of making love and also indicates that the two of them have a child together; the paper in the lower right corner is a facsimile of a paternity test and our medical expert does confirm that the paternity test shows a child that is the product of incest. The two alleged lovers are listed as Amber and Dave Creston, who are brother and sister. Amber Creston is the ex-wife of prominent businessman Marc Breuster and Dave Cr

The expert analysis was what Marisol had described. Body language as evidence of inauthenticity. The specific positioning of two people managing an appearance rather than genuinely inhabiting a relationship. The source unnamed. The framing precise. The narrative clear. *The so-called love story of Adrian Wolfe and Amara Vance was constructed from the beginning. These photographs taken at the couple's first public appearance demonstrate the clinical distance of two people performing rather than connecting. Far from the redemption narrative presented in recent weeks this was a transaction. It remains a transaction.* I read that paragraph twice.

Ours began with a lie. A fake relationship. A desperate deal between two people trying to save their futures. But somewhere between stolen glances, quiet conversations, impossible choices, and countless battles... The lie became the most honest thing we'd ever known. Love wasn't something we planned. It was something we chose. Every single day. And if you asked me whether I'd sign that fake dating agreement again... I'd say yes. Every time. *The End.*

“We’re both cowards. We’re both broken. But maybe that’s okay. Maybe broken things can still fit together.” He leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine. “I want forever with you,” he whispered. “Real forever. Not a contract. Not a lie. Just… you. Me. The mess we make. The way we heal each other.” Tears welled in my eyes. “I want that too.” He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket. Not the ostentatious diamond from our fake engagement. This was simple—a thin gold band, a single sapphire the exact color of his eyes.

You're in the middle of this fake marriage. "I don't regret it..." Edan raised his face and looked Angelica in the eye. "I don't regret anything, Mom..." Because my marriage isn't fake... I really love her... I'm in love with Alma. Angelica's eyes widened in surprise if she didn't expect it. Did Edan say just a second ago that it was all fake and now he said he really loved her? There were many questions, there were many doubts in Angelica's heart, yet her mother's instinct told her that it was no longer a question of protecting her son's interests, but her heart.