Fake Façade 소설 & 이야기

"Huh! Don't be too confident, my body and face are quite handsome! Are you sure you won't be tempted?" "There must be a punishment for that! Don't be tempted by me or there will be a punishment for you!" said Ilona. "What's the punishment?" "You have half your assets in my name! If I were tempted I would be fired from the company!" Ilona answered making a bet. "Huh, I've lost more! Half the company's wealth, just because I touched my fake wife? That's stupid!" "So you feel that you will touch me! How about your entire fortune!" Ilona replied, not wanting to play games.

" 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.

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?”

This was far worse… “They've been artificially generated,” Ashley said, placing her hand on my shoulder. “It's easy to prove.” I nodded and tried to smile at her, but judging by her grimace, I most likely failed. I knew they were fake. I knew they were simply created to resemble me, but others didn't know that, and fixing this belief would be much harder than crushing down false rumors. To the majority of people, photos like these were evidence—sick and disgusting proof of my alleged immorality.

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?”