Fake Drama Ideas Novels & Stories

He said smugly leaning further into the couch. "Really, that is not a problem to you?" I questioned. "Of course not, people who don't know themselves date all the time" "That's totally different from what you are suggesting" I exclaimed throwing my hands at his outrageous suggestion. "How so?" He asked staring at me like some child just trying to throw a tantrum. "You said it is going to be fake right, nothing attached?" I confirmed. "Yes, why? You want something more?" He taunted making me roll my eyes.

She wanted to feel it for a little while. Liv paced the room. “What’s your plan?” “I don’t have one.” “You should,” Kennedy said. “Because they’re going to start flipping the narrative back.” “It's not like they haven't started, they always do.” “There’s rumors you faked it,” Liv said. “Already.” “Yeah, the blood was strawberry jam, and I didn't actually cut myself and almost died,” Alecia said sarcastically “Let them think I died. Let them think I was never even real. I don’t care.”

What have I just done? A harsh, bitter laugh escaped me as I threw my phone onto the bed. Oh, this is going to be a fucking disaster. Because, of course, why not toss a fake relationship into the mix? Just add it to the wonderful combination of a broken marriage, a hypocritical husband, and a mistress who is probably upstairs right now getting comforted while my husband says he is sorry for being such an asshole. How completely perfect.

He saw me as nothing but an obstacle to his true love, desperate to be free of me. His friends immediately offered suggestions. Until one proposed an idea that had everyone eagerly anticipating the outcome. "I've got the perfect plan—Travis, you fake your death at the wedding. We'll livestream it and watch her break down completely, crying her eyes out!" After saying this, the person seemed to realize they'd gone too far and stopped talking.

How lucky Ilona thought. She turned on the television and saw a pretty lame drama. The Moaning of the Heart of a Disabled Daughter-in-law is the title. It's really bad, the scene is about the bullying of the daughter-in-law by the mother-in-law, it's a scary drama and not exemplary. Ilona thought she wouldn't want to get married if she had such scary in-laws.

She couldn’t imagine her life without him anymore. But, at the same time, she knew they had a business deal. Scott paid for her family’s debts and, in return, she’d fake a marriage with him so he could get his grandfather’s company, which was still to happen as far as she was concerned. But a pregnancy at this stage? How was she going to tell him about it? What if he thought she was plotting it all along, just so she could continue to be his wife? What if Scott hated her for it and asked for a divorce as soon as she told him? She couldn’t even stand the idea of it.

I grip the steering wheel and remind myself to stay cool. She’s nothing. A means to an end. A soft, pretty, chaos gremlin of a means. “So…” she says, glancing at me. “You fake-date a lot?” I smirk. “You jealous already?” “No. Just wondering if this is your side hustle.” I snort. “If this were professional, you’d be signing an NDA and pretending we met on a mountain in Italy.” She perks up. “Italy? Can we change the backstory to that?”

With every passing second, the thought weighed heavy on her, making her stomach lurch in discomfort. She had never expected to witness something like this—not even in her dreams but now it was a nightmarish reality and it was surrounding her like a dark cloud. They had been fake dating for almost two years now. It had started due to the gossip that had ignited all the papers—the rumors of Shanaya and Dhruv dating. The only reason why Dhruv had approached his friend, Anjali, was to subside this rumor. She had benefitted equally—requiring attention from the paparazzi as her film debuted—which had made them continue the fake scenario.

Rachel then shook her head in exasperation and began yelling at Shirley, "Can't you stop making a fuss? I never paid a single cent for this house! Aaron was the one who bought it himself!" Yet, Shirley still continued arguing unreasonably. Finally, I had no other choice and brought up the matter of her faking her illness to commit insurance fraud, threatening to call the police on her. It was only then that Shirley finally backed down before being dragged away by Rachel.

“Fine. Deal.” I shook hard, my grin widening. “Perfect. First we burn his image. We send an anonymous tip to the press, tell ‘em Damon’s marriage is fake, and he’s no family man. He’s a liar who used his money to steal a common guy’s wife and kid. Paint him dirty, make the world hate him.” William nodded, eyes gleaming. “Yeah. Expose the fraud. Let everyone see he’s a thief.” “Exactly,” I said, leaning in. “We start with the media. He’ll crash before he knows what hit him.”