Fake Façade Novels & Stories

" Oh, please !! You call that a dress?? It is just too... " " Nothing is wrong with the dress... c'mon, you will look very pretty In that. Please wear it for me." " No, I don't want that dress. You always do that. Always find a way or the other to manipulate me and then persuade me to wear the stupid dresses you get for me. I will not wear that. " " Now that is a serious acquisition. When did I manipulate you darling? " he faked the angry look. " Why?? Didn't you pack a bag full of clothes for me and then kidnapped me to take me to our honeymoon. "

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

"What's the matter? You're upset about getting fired and can't let it go? Why did you get all dressed up, huh? To put a can at the entrance so that we can toss you some spare change? "As for that gown and those accessories, which thrift store did you find them in? They look pretty legit." Fiona came barreling up the stage to grab my arm. "How dare you cause a scene here, you shameless old hag! Security! Where's security? Throw her out now!" I flung Fiona's hand off me and strode to the center of the stage. "Sasha Johnson," I said icily. The entire venue went silent. "You used AI's face-swapping technology to create deepfake videos and impersonate being the boss' girlfriend, throwing your wei

she replies, shrugging with indifference. "Actually, Annabelle, there is. Criminal impersonation isn't a constitutional right; it's a prosecutable offense," Jordan states firmly. "Under Title 18, U.S. Code, Section 1028, the use of a fraudulent identity or a prosthetic likeness to commit a felony—in this case, attempted homicide and conspiracy—is a major violation. You didn't just 'test a look'; you utilized a deceptive identity to facilitate a crime. That's a statutory violation." "It wasn't!" she seethes, slamming her hand against the table.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. Chapter 42 Caleb's POV: Love doesn’t always scream. Sometimes, it stays quiet too long—until it spoils. At first, I pretended nothing had changed. I smiled when I saw them together. Forced laughter into places it didn’t belong. I even teased Alex once, nudging his shoulder and saying, “You’re lucky, you know that?” He grinned like he’d just won a prize. “She’s one of a kind, isn’t she?”

Ending the relationship seemed impossible, so Lucas wasn't surprised they were skeptical. His father spoke again, "Listen. If you think you can lie to—" "I have a new girlfriend," Lucas added, feeling a pang of bitterness. He silently apologized to Sophia. "And I will introduce her to you soon," he said before leaving the table and walking out of the house. Entering his car, he slammed the steering wheel in frustration. Resting his head on the steering wheel, Lucas realized the gravity of his lie about having a new girlfriend. Inevitably, his thoughts turned to Jane.

Sophia asked. Angela’s smile was pure venom. “You pretend to be pregnant. We’ll make it look real. Fake ultrasounds, a convincing story, timed perfectly to destroy his precious new relationship. The press will eat it alive. Christian will be forced to choose his reputation or the truth. Either way, he loses.”

Or had he been uneasy because he knew, deep down, that her presence was a threat, and his own resolve was already wavering? The word “façade” echoed in the cavern of my mind, a chilling premonition. Had our perfect love story, the one I had so readily believed in, been nothing more than a beautiful, intricate deception? Had I been so caught up in the narrative of our happiness that I had failed to see the cracks forming beneath the polished surface? It was a humbling, terrifying thought. I prided myself on my insight, on my ability to perceive the truth beneath the veneer of pleasantries. But if I had been so blind to the potential instability of my own relationship, then what did that say a

I brushed it off. “Will you even be able to leave the villa?” Darian cut in. “Try stopping me,” I snapped. “I’ll call the police. I’ll say this man caused me to marry under a false identity, then imprisoned me once I learned the truth. I’ll also say the guy he hired scammed both of us and disappeared. That should be fun.” “Wow. Forty lies in ten seconds.” I shot daggers at him. “Life clearly hasn’t shown you its other face. If it had, you’d know people lie on the fly just to survive.” I stood. “So—are you opening the door, or should I call the cops?”

Vanessa snapped, her eyes dropping to Bella’s phone, which was still playing the video from minutes ago. She lifted her heel, then bent down and picked up the phone. Her jaw tightened as she stared at the screen. “So now you know who I am,” she said. “A fake. An impostor. And trust me, there’s nothing you can do about it.” She deleted the video, made sure it was gone, then tossed the phone back onto the ground. “It’s fitting that you fell flat on your face,” Vanessa continued. “It suits you. And there will be many more falls waiting for you in life.”