Fake Façade Novels & Stories

“I know it will. Men like Adrian care about their image more than anything. If you’re carrying his child, he’ll do the right thing. And his mother already loves you. She’ll push him to marry you.” Vanessa’s mind started racing. Could it work? Could she actually pull this off? “But what if he asks for proof?” Vanessa asked. “You can fake that. There are apps. Fake pregnancy tests. Fake ultrasounds. People do it all the time.” I have a doctor friend that can help with everything. “And when I’m supposed to have the baby and there’s no baby?” “You tell him you had a miscarriage. It happens all the time. He’ll feel guilty. He’ll stay with you because he doesn’t want to seem like the guy who aband

Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with someone on the front page. This behavior never suits my name." I really wanted to shout right at his face but he didn’t let me. His voice turned colder at

Madison, however, mistook my laughter for mockery and glared at me with disdain. I tilted my head and asked in amusement, "Since you say you've worked hard to teach yourself the art of traditional pottery, I'm curious just how hard you've worked." I asked her that because I knew she couldn't possibly have self-taught herself traditional pottery. She was lying just to build a persona and continue using traditional pottery to make money. Just like Tyler, they didn't actually care about preserving the heritage. They were just exploiting it for profit. But to my surprise, Madison pulled out her phone. She pointed to a popular account that documented her journey in learning traditional pottery. T

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.

A new comment slid across the screen. [Does your sponsor keep you locked in the villa because he's afraid other men will look at you? Or because he's afraid his girlfriend will find out?] Benjamin saw it. His hand, resting on the table, slowly curled into a fist. Even without showing his face, tension radiated from him. Why had he not let Anya go out? With Olivia, he had to act poor, exhausted, and pitiful. He could not eat this or buy that. To make the performance believable, he even had his assistant collect boxed meals from construction sites so he could bring them home as proof.

The style looked chic and simple: a large ivory pearl floating freely within a diamond-dusted platinum cage. To the unknowing, it was a beautiful, understated accessory. Only a few people knew that the pearl wasn’t real but an iridescent casing around a microchip that broadcast my location via GPS to Deloris. More than that, it recorded my movements, my respiration, and even my heart rate.

I continued, "You two are the masked puppeteers, plotting, deceiving, and trampling genuine emotions underfoot." My voice wasn't loud, but my declarations landed like sledgehammers on Jessica's conscience and those smug faces who had mocked me. "That's nonsense!" Mark shrieked, desperate to deflect the accusation while jabbing an accusatory digit at me. "Your old man's lousy ring. For all we know, it's counterfeit. Explains why Ms. Lane disowned you. You're nothing but a discarded..." A resounding slap cut off his vitriolic tirade.

Like he did not know what to do, nor what to say. ‘Laugh it off.’ Shira suggested. I laughed. A fake, put on laughter, all for the benefit of Zaine. “Too much drink, again, I think.” I rested my head upon his shoulder and he smiled. “Yeah?” His expression was unreadable. “Imagine tolerating you for longer than I needed to.” He quickly added, all but repeating my earlier words, and I smiled, glad that he wasn’t making this awkward. He seemed to have taken the get out I had offered. He did not want to use my offer of a fake relationship to trick his parents so he was not forced into an arranged marriage. I understood that. We were good as friends. I cannot imagine us as anything else, fake or

Trisha exclaimed, smiling. "I feel it too." I narrowed my eyes because they were both acting weird and finished putting on my shoes. —Here, put on some makeup—Verónica handed me a bag with her cosmetics. "What did my mother tell you?" I wanted to know, pulling out a mirror and starting to put on a little makeup because I didn't want to look emaciated and less sleepless. I wanted to forget about everything today, to get rid of stress and bad vibes. Whenever I think of bad vibes, the image of Oliver Price comes to my mind. He's the devil himself and I hate him. If I had it in front of me...

I start to cry when asked him and I was startled when he wipe my tears and he talk. He cupped my face and said "I am not Mike" he was looking straight to my eyes and I can see that it was pure honesty "Please stop that" I said to him, removing his hands to my face. I started to doubt on what he was saying and didn't hear what he was saying after. I thought that maybe his accident was the cause of his behavior "No, stop that Mike, you must been affected by the accident" I said to him. "No, I am not lying, I am not Mike please" he start to begged at me and I'm starting to get angry again thinking that he was lying to me.