Novel & Cerita Fake Girlfriend Voice

He pressed a button, and a recording of Milana’s voice filled the room: “Oh, daddy, I miss your big fat cock—” “Don’t believe any of it! It’s AI-generated, mimicking my voice!” Milana sobbed louder, her body trembling. “Ryder, you know I love you. I’m carrying your pup. I would never—” Ryder sighed and turned on the projector. The sharp, rhythmic sound of skin slapping skin filled the office. In the recording, Milana was on top of the man, her back facing his chest, her face on full display. The room was unmistakably the same one seen in every photograph.

“This online friend you keep mentioning… sounds like he really sees the real you. I wish real life felt that easy.” I froze, heart racing. “How do you know about my chats?” He smiled faintly, eyes lingering on my mouth. “Lucky guess. Get some rest. Tomorrow we start this thing for real.” My phone buzzed with one last message. MidnightMVP: Whatever hits tomorrow, I’ve got you. But tell me… what if this fake dating with the captain turns into something that feels way too real and you can’t walk away? What if it does?

If I wanted clarity, I had to listen. Red sat down across from me, fingers interlaced, gaze locked directly on mine. I noticed something strange—he barely blinked. Through all this talking, I’d only seen him blink once. Didn’t his eyes hurt? “I’m looking for a woman who can pretend to be my girlfriend for three months,” he said finally. “Someone who won’t fall for me. I don’t want any commitment—ever again.” “Then why are you looking for a fake girlfriend? You after some kind of inheritance or something?” I asked, arching a brow.

I turned to walk away but was stopped by a warm grip on my forearm. I ignored the warmth arising from the foreign contact and turned back to look at him with a pointed stare. "I'm not messing with you, Alexis. I need a fake girlfriend, and I'll give you anything," he clarified, and I snatched my arm out of his grasp, eying him warily. "Why?" I asked, my eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Why me?" Aaron's jaw notably twitched at this, and I felt I had hit a nerve. Nevertheless, if he was asking for such an unorthodox favour from me, I at least had the right to know what it was about.

I rambled trying to prove my point! "Yo, yo... No, I don't." She laughed. "Is this sweet boxer nervous?" She asked giggling. "You have to ask me that?" I yelled. "Of course. I am." I confessed. "Okay, okay. I'll would. But make sure you talk about this fake dating with him don't just stare at the guy like you did last time." She warned and I nodded immediately making my best poppy eyes. She called him and they talked for a minute or so, making me look at her as she takes the call.

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:

I threw back the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, forcing myself to move, to breathe, to function like a normal person instead of sitting here like a victim while the world moved on without me. That's when my phone rang. It was an unknown caller. I considered ignoring it but something made me swipe the screen and press the phone to my ear. "Hello?" "Leah! Good morning, sweetie!" The voice was high-pitched, dripping with fake sweetness. I could practically hear the triumphant smirk on her face through the speaker. It was Valeria. How the hell did this witch get my number? "Valeria," I said, voice neutral, refusing to give her the satisfaction of hearing any emotion. "What ca

Like a question that had been sitting at an angle had been gently repositioned. “Ethan,” I said. “Yes.” “You told me weeks ago. You have a woman playing your girlfriend who is doing it honestly.” I kept my eyes on the city. “And you’re sitting here telling me the noise doesn’t have weight.” I heard him go still beside me. “I’m quoting you,” I said. “I know.”

fake now. I had played the recording four times already. By the fifth, I stopped pretending I needed to listen again to confirm but it was him. His voice. His laugh. His betrayal. I really wanted to believe the voicemail was fake. That someone intentionally wanted to tear us apart for good by sending this manipulated recording. But it didn’t sound edited. It sounded… real. Too real. “He’s easier to fool than I thought.” "All it took was love words and some sex. And now he is over heels for me.”

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.