Novel & Cerita Fake Façade

I mutter, the words tasting like ash. "What?" Jaydon and I say it at the same time. The air in the foyer is electric, vibrating with a tension that makes my skin feel too tight for my body. Julie scoffs, her eyes darting to Jaydon as she steps into his personal space. "What do you mean by façade?" she asks, her voice dripping with fake innocence. Jaydon doesn't flinch. He sinks his hands into his pockets, his posture casual, but his eyes are twin flickers of ice. "Yeah, Julie. What do you mean by façade?"

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.

Zara stood barefoot in front of the mirror, tugging the zipper of her newest silk blouse with one hand while Emilio paced behind her, laptop open, balancing on a teetering stack of forged banking files and birth certificates. “Okay,” he said, typing with one hand and pouring cereal with the other, “our fabricated trust fund is now ‘active’ with $4.2 million of not-real dollars backed by five equally not-real holding companies. Your new financial advisor? Also fake. But the website is stunning.” “Don’t forget to upload the photos of me in Monaco,” Zara said absently, smoothing her hair into a bun sleek enough to murder someone with. “Done. And I added a blurry one where you're wearing sunglas

"How? Are you cutting things off with him, or are you just saying that to keep me calm until this blows over and things go right back to how they were? Kayla, where does he actually stand with you? Where do I stand?" I caught a shadow shifting in the doorway and kept going. "As long as you cooperate, I can balance things between you and Yuvan." "Balance things? The way you balanced things by faking PTSD so you could save yourself for him? Or were you already planning to swap things around later, pass off Yuvan's child as mine? Kayla, if you're going to ask something of me, you need to hold yourself to the same standard first." She stared at me, clearly caught off guard that I knew the PTSD h

After the call, he turns his attention back to me. "Okay," he said, "I'll save your mother, as long as you fulfilled your promise." This is all for you mom, "I promise." •●• "You agreed to his proposal?" Zoe asks and I nodded "my friend you are getting bolder and bolder every day." He told me not to tell anyone that this is going to be a fake marriage, but I already told Zoe but I didn't mention it to him. "I happy for you," she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style."

“I was trying to get a hold of my wife. Is she there?” “Oh, your wife… Um… I thought she would have told you… She made a mistake that cost the company a very important and very large client and I had no choice but to let her go…” I don’t miss the change in his voice as he gets more confident with what he is telling me, making it sound genuine so that he believes that I believe him. However, I know Annalise and I know her work, so I know that what he is saying is bullshit and that she was probably becoming a threat to the security of his job, therefore he had to remove her before she removed him. This makes me wonder when,

He continues explaining the tasks that we’ll need to complete, but I can’t hear a thing anymore. It was hard for me to pay attention to anything work-related today. After our girls’ night out on Friday, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Michelle’s suggestion, since it seems to be the only option for me to keep my apartment. What would the outcome be if I decided to go through with the fake marriage idea? What are the risks if the immigration office finds out I’ve committed marriage fraud? I avoided searching for information online about the topic how not to be tagged as a potential criminal. I’ve always been a good girl, following the rules. I recycle, always pay for breakfast bars

My heart hammered in my chest. “She lied about her past, lied about her intentions, and worst of all… she lied about being pregnant.” The reporters gasped. Blood roared in my ears. “She faked a pregnancy to gain sympathy and control,” Leah said. “She knew Zane was fragile after years of strain. She used his guilt. She used his kindness. And she infiltrated Catherine’s company to sabotage us from the inside.” Zane muttered a curse and moved again toward the remote, but I held onto his wrist.

She couldn’t imagine her life without him anymore. But, at the same time, she knew they had a business deal. Scott paid for her family’s debts and, in return, she’d fake a marriage with him so he could get his grandfather’s company, which was still to happen as far as she was concerned. But a pregnancy at this stage? How was she going to tell him about it? What if he thought she was plotting it all along, just so she could continue to be his wife? What if Scott hated her for it and asked for a divorce as soon as she told him? She couldn’t even stand the idea of it.

"Same height, same build as you. Wearing the same clothes you had on when I captured you. From a distance, or in poor lighting, your friends won't be able to tell the difference." The horrible reality of his plan started to sink in. "You have a fake me at the warehouse address." "I have someone pretending to be you, yes. And when the tactical team arrives to rescue you, they'll find exactly what they expect to find - a hostage tied to a chair in an abandoned building." "But they'll realize it's not really me when they get close enough to see the person's face." Vincent's smile got wider. "That's the beautiful part, Marcus. They won't get close enough to see the face."