A Not So Fake Love Story Novels & Stories

He reaches out, stroking my cheek lovingly with his thumb as he finally continues his train of thought, “besides, this way, I don’t have to worry about you ever needing to act as someone else’s lover.” I can’t help but snort out a sudden laugh. Oh. So that’s why Kain didn’t pick the obvious role for me to be promoted into. He was jealous of the imaginary future actors. I lean up, pressing my lips against his in a tender kiss before I pull away playfully. "You're the cute one, Kain," I tease him, but before he can dispute my claim, I run over to Drake with a cheerful wave of greeting.

"You're disgusting! Get out of my way!" He hadn't expected me to curse him out, and his face darkened instantly. Without hesitation, I shoved him aside, took Jordan's hand, and headed straight out. Livio froze, staring as we walked away. Then he exploded. "Diane Ward, this is pathetic! You really think faking a marriage will force my hand?" "Fake marriage?" I snorted. "Whatever you say." His lips pressed into a thin line. "This has gone far enough! It was just a dumb bet. Do you have to make a fool of yourself like this?"

A crumpled bedsheet. The caption read: [Finally… with the love of my life.]

“Let's have a fake date. I want you to be my fake boyfriend.” The words hung in the air between us. Damon didn’t laugh. He didn’t look shocked. He just watched me. “Fake boyfriend,” he repeated slowly, tasting the words. “Explain.” “Public appearances only,” I said quickly, keeping my voice low so no one else in the library could overhear. “We walk the halls together. Sit together at lunch sometimes. Let people see us talking, maybe holding hands if it looks natural. Post a couple of casual photos. Enough to make Ryan jealous ”

Ivy By noon the next day, the video was everywhere. The retreat’s social media team had apparently received Lake’s submission—his final project, the one he’d been mysteriously working on late into the night—and after what must’ve been very intense deliberation, they decided to post it on all their platforms. The caption read: “Sometimes, the best love stories begin with a lie. Watch how this couple turned fake into fate. #TillAutumnDoUsPart.” It was a quiet Thursday. No one expected the storm that followed.

"Are you sure I'd sell myself for money?" I shot back, and my voice was stern and angry. He crossed his arms and leaned against his sleek black car. He looked startled, but his blue eyes had a hint of anger in them. “You’re not trying to sell yourself. It’s a business arrangement.” "Agreement for business?" I repeated, feeling shocked and confused. “You mean pretending to be your girlfriend?” "Yes," he said in a steady voice. “For one year. You get financial security, and I get to keep my picture intact.”

“Do you want them to keep dragging your name through the dirt? You’ve seen what they’re calling you. A user. A side piece. That’s their story. Unless we give them a better one.” “You mean your story.” “I mean ours,” I said, voice low. “Even if it’s fake.” She blinked, silenced for a second. I saw it…the crack in her armor. That stubborn flicker of hope fighting her pride. “Hold on one second. The marriage isn't real?” She asked. “Yes,” I nodded. “Actually, I made a mistake. It's just a fake engagement. I have no intentions of getting married yet.” She blinked again multiple times before looking around the room and back at me.