Fake Façade Novels & Stories

“Why are you doing this Mr. Ben? I thought you genuinely cared for me. I had started seeing you in my father’s place.” Loud guffaws resonated in the room. He tried to say between bouts of laughter, “ You…ha ha ha….. are very naïve, Sia….ho ho ho…. You really believed my pretense…. Oho, oho…oho….” He was laughing so hard that he had to stop talking. When he finally managed to calm down he said, “Or maybe…I am a very good actor. I was pretending to be your well-wisher all this while. It was all a ruse. If I had tried to usurp your property the moment you arrived the Immortal Council would have got suspicious.

Warren’s urgent voice cut off at once. “What are you doing?” I roared, my eyes bloodshot. “Still acting?” Vincent pointed at the broken phone and let out a cold laugh. He looked around at everyone. “Everyone, do not be fooled. AI face‑swapping scams are everywhere now. Even celebrities can be faked, let alone a random person in a white coat. That is obviously her accomplice pretending to be a doctor.” He tightened his grip on Emily and stepped back, keeping her farther away from me.

His mask had slipped, revealing the real him. “You’re fake,” I whispered, feeling a mix of anger and relief. “You’re a total fraud.” The man laughed nervously and took a step back. “Don’t be silly, Natalia. You can’t believe everything you see on the internet. That guy in the video… he’s the fake one. He’s an AI deepfake that your husband’s company put together in ten minutes to cover up the scandal. I’m the real Damian Vance.” I glanced at the man’s face and then at his hands.

If only he had seen the desperation behind her calm facade… He snatched his phone, his fingers flying as he sent a frantic barrage of messages. [Where are you?] [Come back. Can we please talk?] [I can explain, Grace. The ceremony was fake. You're my only mate!] [Please, don't ignore me…] The messages vanished one after another, like stones tossed into a deep ocean, met with total silence. The only sound was the soft swoosh of his own outgoing texts, echoing in the empty house. He’d never imagined she would actually leave.

How the hell am I supposed to explain a fake relationship without sounding like a teenager caught in some ridiculous school drama? “Oh, it’s okay if you can’t tell me.” She smiles, and before I can respond, she continues. “Ryder and I started with a fake relationship too. It was more like a bet, actually. I hated him to my bones, but I guess I was only lying to myself.” My head snaps toward her. A fake relationship? Just like me and Kade. The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and I follow her inside, my thoughts stumbling over themselves. I swallow the question burning at the back of my throat and keep quiet, letting her continue.

Jake fired back at me as I stood the silence amazed by this level of effrontery. "So, I get attitude in my own house?" I threw the question to no one at all and sat on the couch. "You told me that you and Megan were just partners, so what do we have here?" Jake queried with his phone in my face again. "Oh please, take that away from my face." I implored. "You have probably gotten another fake news from your fake ass sources." I replied. Jake looked at me quietly and busted out into a phase of laughter. He laughed so hard that he clinched his belly and I watched confused, wondering whether I cracked a joke.

Ariana Vance agrees to a paper marriage to Damon Sterling — the ruthless, untouchable billionaire — to save her family’s collapsing empire. The deal is simple: two years as his perfect, obedient wife, then a quiet divorce. No feelings. No expectations. No love. But Damon isn’t the cold, heartless man the world sees. Behind his icy armor lies a man scarred by loneliness and burdened by a dangerous legacy. As Ariana slowly unravels the layers of the man beneath the mask, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Late-night conversations, quiet glances, and moments of unexpected tenderness awaken something in both of them — a connection neither can deny, nor afford to keep. Ju

Almost too perfectly timed. Then a voiceover. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” It was Marla. One-half of the snarky influencer couple who’d always seemed suspicious of them. “But what if I told you it wasn’t real?” she continued. “What if they weren’t a couple at all… but two strangers who faked everything to win a fifty-thousand-dollar prize?” Gasps. Lake’s stomach dropped. Ivy stood, eyes wide. “No…” she whispered. The video kept playing. A voice recording—not clear where it had been taken, but unmistakably Lake’s:

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.

He asked looking at me confused. "It's just a fake account that is used by a creep to impersonate someone else and it was easy to get people with it because they present themselves as everything you always wanted, that's why it's always advisable to be careful." I explained to him. He seemed to at least catch on to what I was saying and he nodded his head letting it sink in.