Fake Façade Novels & Stories

Vera, seeing the look on my face patted my shoulder. "Dear, when you marry a rich and influential figure, there is no way to keep it out of the news. Deal with it," Rich and influential? "I think you got the wrong person, guys," I said, suddenly feeling relieved. Mae rolled her eyes again and whipped out her tablet. "Who is this?" she asked, thrusting it in my face. On the screen was a picture of me in my bridal dresses in a man's arms. We were looking into each other's eyes deeply, unaware of our surroundings. The picture had a caption: CEO of Fashion Goddess, Dante Di Benedetto, Caught On Camera With His Bride In A Bar.

In accordance with the suggestion I gave, we've decided to go ahead with the pregnancy stunt. I had a prosthetic pregnancy bump gotten for different stages in my supposed pregnancy. “Do you really think he'll believe that fake thing? Anyone can tell it's fake just by looking at it from afar?” Jack glared at the prosthetic before glancing at me. I smirked, feeling prideful in his pain. “Anyone would believe it because it's prosthetic, it's made to look real. Just because you know what it is, doesn't mean others would.” I responded, caressing one of the prosthetics.

I opened his messages and quickly discovered the one that Anna had sent him. Please submit a photo attachment, including face and complete body shot. Be everything he wants you to be. Be his girlfriend. I don't care if it's fake. Make him believe it's genuine. No. No, no, no. This isn't happening. This isn't fucking happening to me. This isn't real, Ethan. This isn't fucking real. There is a reason behind this. This isn't what it looks like. This is alright.

‘You clean up nicely,’ he murmured. I chuckled. ‘Do you say that to all your fake fiancées?’ He leaned closer, his hand settling lightly on my waist. I could feel his warm breath against my neck as his thumb brushed the fabric of my dress. ‘No,’ he said quietly, ‘just the ones that are going to cause me serious problems.’ For a moment none of us spoke; we just stared blankly at the two reflections. ‘Ready?’ He asked. My stomach tightened as I shook my head. ‘Not even a little,’

There were none. “There’s nothing I can’t see.” The woman pressed her glowing palm to Freya’s chest, making her scream. “You will forget everything, an imposter. If you speak of anything that happened in this realm, you will die before the words leave your mouth.” A silent scream parted her lips as she fell into the abyss of darkness.

Surprisingly, he sounded better when he spoke like this rather than when he did with his normal voice. “But—” I clicked my tongue, struggling to find the best words that would suit to my question. I scrupulously looked at both of our sides if there was anyone nearby who could possibly hear us. When it’s all cleared and there was none, I spoke brusquely; “What are you hiding from? Why—why that look?” I asked, both lips protruded as if using it to point his style. He brushed his fake mustache. “The best way to hide from the public eye, is to pretend that you are a public figure. Fake celebrity names. Fake backgrounds. Fake jobs. Fake identities. Fake accents. Fake everything.”

What's with the fake sentiments? Fabian, however, shoved forward with the same arrogance and pride he had always carried. His face was red, furious and embarrassed. At least some people never change. "This is a joke!" he barked. "She's a fraud. A pretender. You freaking died-how can you fake your own death and come back as an Alpha? That isn't possible, she's an abomination, a fucking disgusting hybrid." I didn't spare him a glance; all I did was roll my eyes.

“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

Some business bloggers began asking pointed questions about Vanya's funding sources and rapid growth. It wasn't enough to destroy her yet, but it was a start. I upgraded my laptop and bought better photo editing software using money I borrowed from my landlord's daughter. If I was going to destroy Vanya's reputation, I needed to be professional about it. I created a fake website called "GoddessJewelryTruth.com" and filled it with elaborate stories about poor quality control, customer service nightmares, and suspicious business practices. I made fake screenshots of emails, created fake customer testimonials, and even photoshopped images to make Goddess Jewelry products look cheap and poorly m

She let go of figuring out that she still held tightly to the young man. “Next six years? Ugly? Is it that bad? I promise you, these skincare products are from trusted companies my models and actresses have worked with. I am serious, they work ” “That is what they want you to think about before the next morning you wake up to be an ugly duckling. Fuck those lies!” Paige ranted on and on how she suffered greatly from taking into consideration these fake products she used on her face. “Brother George, do you leave here alone?”