Fake Boyfriend Prank

Ilang taon nang kasal si Adelaide Rufino sa nag-iisang tagapagmana ng Villareal Group. Sa mata ng lahat, isa siyang masuwerteng asawa. Pero sa loob ng bahay ng mga Villareal, isa lang siyang bisita na hindi kailanman tinanggap. Ginawa niya ang lahat para mapabilang. Nagpakapagod, nagpakasakripisyo, at halos mawala ang sarili, basta lang may mapatunayan sa pamilya ng asawang si Felix Villareal. Hanggang sa isang araw, gumuho ang mundo niya. Nalaman niyang peke ang kasal nila. Hindi siya ang tunay na Mrs. Villareal. Ang pangalan sa likod ng lahat ng papeles ay sa matalik niyang kaibigang si Angela. Mas masakit pa, alam ito ng mga magulang ni Felix mula pa sa simula. At ang dahilan kung bakit hindi siya kailanman tinanggap ay simple at malupit. Hindi siya makapagbigay ng tagapagmana. Baog siya dahil sa isang aksidenteng nangyari habang inililigtas ang lalaking inakala niyang asawa. Sa araw na iyon, nawala ang pagmamahal. Napalitan ito ng pagsisisi. Pero hindi si Adelaide ang babaeng mananatiling nakaluhod sa sakit. Sa halip na magmukmok, gumawa siya ng plano. Isang planong sisira sa mga taong nagnakaw ng tiwala, panahon, at buhay niya. At ang unang hakbang ng kanyang paghihiganti ay ang pagtanggap niya ng kontrata bilang Mrs. Yuchengco. Hindi para magmahal. Kundi para gumanti. Gagawin niya ang lahat, mapagbagsak lang ang mga ito, kahit pa ipagkuno niya ang sarili sa lalaking hindi naman niya kilala.

Once I became pregnant, I was hailed as the most precious woman in the underworld. My husband, the new Don of the Jenkins family, shut down an entire private hospital wing for my check-ups, while my father, the Collins Don, summoned every Michelin-starred chef in New York to the estate, just so I could pick whatever I craved. The baby I carried was destined to be the sole heir of the two most powerful mafia families. But on the day we were to sign the papers securing my child's inheritance, they both vanished. "An urgent family matter came up," my husband, Vincent, said, kissing my forehead. "We can finalize the child's inheritance when we get back. There's no rush." Shortly after they left, I received a link to an anonymous live stream. My father's voice came from the video, colder than I had ever heard it. "You're saying your marriage contract with Evangeline was never valid. Doesn't that make the child a bastard?" Vincent, lounging in a club, blew a smoke ring. Cradled in his arms was my half sister, Sarah. "Evangeline has always had all the love and affection. Her child will want for nothing." "Sarah has been mocked for her status for years. I have to make things right for her, give our child a legitimate name." In that moment, my heart seized, and I could barely breathe. Then my phone vibrated again. It was a text message: "Welcome home to the Gallo family, my queen." "Just give the word, and the child you carry will bear the Gallo name and become the most powerful heir in the American underworld."

I lapse into unconsciousness for a few days after a high fever. When I wake up, I see my boyfriend and his best friend standing by my bed. I want to enliven the atmosphere, so I joke, "Who are you?" Eric Cobb, my boyfriend, is taken aback. I almost laugh at the look on his face. Then, he points at his friend, Jonah Mullen. "Don't you remember? Your boyfriend's been panicking over you. As his best friend, I have to be here with him." This time, I'm the one who's taken aback. Unexpectedly, Jonah steps forward and says, "That's right. I'm your boyfriend, Jonah Mullen."

The day after we set our wedding date for the tenth time, my fiancé reached past me to kiss his adopted sister. He presented crimson roses to her as she descended from the stage. "My princess, in this lifetime, I'll only ever be your protector." I stood quietly beyond the cheering crowd, then turned and walked away without looking back. After five years of engagement, this was the moment I finally gave up hope.

On Independence Day, I was on my way to my boyfriend's house when a car slammed into me. The stretch of road was deserted. The collision jammed my door shut, and the acrid smell of gasoline filled the air. My car was about to explode. I scrambled for the emergency hammer, only to find it had been swapped out for a pink toy mallet. Panic rising in my chest, I dialed my boyfriend's number. To my horror, his ringtone sounded from the very car that had crashed into me. He stepped out, arm wrapped around his childhood sweetheart. She put on a pitiful face, tears in her eyes. "Oh no, I'm so clumsy. It's my first time driving, and I hit someone." When my boyfriend realized the victim was me, he didn't hesitate to console her. "Don't worry. She must have collided with you on purpose." I pounded on the window, desperate. "Nick! The emergency hammer's been switched out. Help me get out of here!" His childhood sweetheart lit up with a mischievous smile. "Katie, I swapped it! Isn't the pink hammer super cute?" Disgust flickered across Nick's face. "It's just a little crash. Get out on your own." By now, thick smoke was pouring into the car, and the heat was searing my lungs. I begged him to save me. But the girl only giggled, covering her nose in mock annoyance. "Katie, why are you cooking in there? The smoke is awful." Then she patted her stomach. "Oops, my tummy is rumbling. Nick, let's go home and eat." He tightened his hold around her and turned to leave. "Enough already. Stop pretending. My parents are waiting for us at home." Just as suffocation closed in on me, I slammed my hand against the car's emergency distress button.

On the day I got pregnant again, August decided to give up on gambling and work to provide for the family. I was so touched that I cried. With trembling hands, I handed him the money I had saved up after working odd jobs for a year. Two of the bank notes fell on the floor, and I picked them up before running after him. When I reached the end of the alley, I saw the mafia members who always came to our doorstep to demand repayment of our debt. They treated August respectfully. Apparently, his poverty was just a facade. “Mr. August, do we still need to surround your house and demand payment tomorrow?” August sat in a Lincoln limousine and said nonchalantly, “No need.” He stared at the ring on his finger and sighed. “It’s been years. It’s enough to prove that her love for me is real. She once worked so hard to pay off my debt that she suffered a miscarriage. “I already betrayed her once. It’s time to tell her about my true identity so that she doesn’t have to work so hard anymore.” But Ivy, his childhood friend, pouted. “You can’t! It’s not time yet to reveal the truth! What if she’s like your previous girlfriends and only cares about your money and your identity as a mafia boss? “You should wait a little longer and see whether she wants to have this baby.” August gave a wistful nod. “Alright. I’ll do as you say. In any case, she has been with me for so long. I don’t think she can leave me now.” I clenched the money in my hands and turned around. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I no longer wanted to live this lie dressed as love.

It's my first time going on a trip with my boyfriend. I overhear him on the phone with his friend as they discuss how he's going to deflower me. "Grayson, you should be able to have your way with Summer this time, right?" "Don't even talk about that. She's so conservative—I've said and done everything, yet she refuses to budge!" I lower my hand instead of knocking on the door. I stand outside the room and listen as he continues. "Come off it. We've given you so many ideas in the group chat, haven't we? Have none of them worked? And didn't you guys get a room yesterday? You should've just brought sedatives. Think about how easy it would've been if you could've just knocked her out!" Grayson Hale snaps, "I forgot, alright? Besides, who would've known there'd be two beds in the room? She insisted on sleeping separately, too. I sneaked onto her bed in the middle of the night when I saw she was asleep. She woke up just as I was about to take off her clothes and kicked me off!" My blood runs cold. My hands tremble as I reply to my boss' message. "I accept headquarter's decision to transfer me."

My boyfriend said that art held no restrictions, so he used my provocative paintings to enter a competition. Amidst a row of classic ceramic figurines, I became famous. He shot to fame, landing in the top ten of trending searches, while I was humiliated by the entire internet and mocked as a “ceramic influencer.” When I confronted him, he looked at me with disappointment. “They don’t understand art, and neither do you? I thought you would support my work, but I didn’t expect you to stir trouble! You’re so immature!”

IF FALLING IN LOVE IS A CRIME,THEN I'M GUILTY OF IT🥺🥺 I FELL IN LOVE WITH A GUY,GOT REJECTED AND NOW, I'M IN LOVE WITH HIS UNCLE 💕💕 MY STEPPING STONE TO A ROLLERCOASTER OF REVENGE Chelsea Smith faces a terrible heartbreak from her childhood sweetheart Adams Hemsworth. he ditched her for a famous actress and model and told her she's a chubby fat hag. Pained and heartbroken,she leaves the country and returns fully changed,a nice figure,a fat bank account and most especially dating Adam's uncle as a sweet revenge. Adams is devastated and tries to win her back but she's back and the first thing on her mind is revenge.

This story is about a loving mother, who is able to endure and do everything for her beloved daughter. Sydney was left by her ex -boyfriend for the reason that he would marry someone else. As a result, she was unable to inform him that she's pregnant. Over six years, their path will meet again. But Sydney promised to herself that she would no longer affect her ex-boyfriend who hurt and cheated on her. But even so, she could not hide forever from her daughter who her father was, for the reason that little by little she was asking for her father.