Novel & Cerita A Not So Fake Love Story

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

"And like a cliche fairytale story, they met in an unexpected scenario that caught the public eyes. The public thought that they are dating or the crown prince is dating a simple commoner. The news spreads like a wild fire. So the palace doesn't have a choice but convince them both to fake date each other for a front. And they compensate Thallia to do it and promised to help her financially. So naturally, Thallia agrees and the rest is history." "Let me guess, while pretending like a lovers, feelings started to develops and they end up falling inlove with each other for real." Anastasia said and shook her head. "Not my cup of tea. I like mystery novels more." "Actually yes. They fell inlove

There is not a bit of hope left in her. He gives her an owlish look. As she rolls her eyes and says "do not try to convince me. Mr. Tedd. We are off boundaries." Her voice was shaky. Julien keeps the silence ahead of her protest as he shrugs and says "I don't give a damn. It's a fake marriage, remember. Today you will sleep here on the floor as said. Tomorrow if you want to stroll around the city, be my guest." He dismisses himself as he rolls his sleeves and turns around to see her anguish look. "Sorry, but I would rather not."

Again their thirsty lips met and for a long time there was no more conversation between them, until Jonathan, albeit reluctantly, pushed her away a little. "My love... if I keep kissing you like that, I'll forget I'm in the office and I'll end up losing control." It's better not to be anywhere near you... He rose gently and went to sit away from her. — We have to talk, I want to explain certain things to you and the first of them is about Gloria. I fell in love with her a long time ago, when I was in London, but it was just a passing illusion, just physical attraction... I knew that when I started to love you. Then Gloria came back and wanted to get back together. The more I resisted and tol

Everything he had done in the dark was now exposed to the light of day. "Victoria, I know I've wronged you these past three years. I shouldn't have lied to you, but you have to trust me when I say I've long fallen for you and I love you…" he started, but I cut him off. "You think I would still believe you?" I asked, my voice trembling with contempt. "To be loved by you—it's an insult!" The mechanic's wife handed over the video, an irrefutable piece of evidence. And the transfer records further confirmed the financial exchanges between Zach and Kayla.

I can hardly see it through the happy tears. It’s big—stupid huge, actually—and I hold my hand out to look at it before I glance back up at him. “You didn’t answer me,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around me. I smile against his lips as he starts to kiss me softly. “Say it out loud,” he begs quietly. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” I laugh. “You are the best fake husband I could ever have hoped for.” THE END

“…He doesn’t have a girlfriend, right?” “Not that I know of,” she said. That was not reassuring. “You’d know if he did, though… right?” “…Probably?” she answered, unsure. “For someone who just met him, you’re very curious.” “He’s my husband.” “Fake,” she reminded me sweetly. Everyone enjoyed calling me stupid. Everyone. “Maybe it becomes real,” she teased. Me? With Darian? The man would drown me in a teaspoon of water. We made coffee, I eventually trusted her enough to leave Paspas with security, and finally—finally—I went to Darian’s apartment.

“Nina, please don’t leave me. “I’m truly sorry. Remember those eight years? Didn’t I take care of you? Wasn’t I good to you?” I could not deny his past kindness. He always remembered how I liked my food. But that meant nothing. Anyone could do that. Even his love was fake. I scoffed. “You mean that hypocritical love of yours? Do you think losing an arm can bring Ella back?” He fell silent before begging desperately again. “Nina, I’m sorry. I’ve failed you. Please give me another chance.

"No negotiations on that particular clause." Then he kissed me again, and his hand moved to my waist, and I put both palms flat against his chest. "Zane." "Mm." "We have already — twice tonight — I cannot keep—" I pushed back, creating distance, looking at him directly. "I am your contract wife. Not your contract — I am not available on demand." Something shifted in his expression. "You're my wife. This is what married people—" "Married people who are in love," I said. "Who chose each other. Who didn't sign a document with clauses and sub-sections and — I cannot do this without my emotions getting involved, Zane. I'm telling you that. I'm being honest with you."

He cut in before pulling me into a kiss. "I love you, Eiran Richards." He whispered. "I love you, Charlie Preston." I replied, placing a peck on his forehead. His eyes widened in surprise at the use of his real name. "Theron Wilson is an average university lecturer for the department of sociology and anthropology, loving him would mean loving the lies and pretence, the falsehoods and fear. It would be a lie." I explained. "Charlie Preston is a brilliant, resilient, and beautiful man who has survived so much and still retained the capacity to love. He's the man I love; past, present, and future."