Novel & Cerita Fake Girlfriend Voice

His mind raced even harder. Rowan wasn't picking up too. He dialed Brianna’s again and it was answered, “Hello, Anna?” His voice was shaking terribly “This isn't Anna” a strange voice said, giving him chills “Who the fuck are you and why are you with her phone? I swear, if you dare harm her, I'll…” “Calm down, Mr., No one is harming anyone” the voice was calm and he finally recognized it to be a woman's voice. To the best of his knowledge, he doesn't have a female rival except Lisa who must be hating him right now but she doesn't sound anything like Lisa, except she's using a fake voice. And Lisa wouldn't dare cross him.

I asked her, she shook her head. “No I haven't” she answered, “So I heard you have a girlfriend, you stick with like almost six months” “Are you keeping tabs on me?” I asked her and she shrugged. “I don't need to… you are everywhere on sport channels” Sasha takes a bit out of her paste. “I heard you went for someone different this time? Tell me about her” “It is not an actual relationship” I answered my voice dropping as I glanced down at my paste. “Wait?!” Sasha laughed, “You are in a fake relationship?” she asked as she kept laughing. “Ben own me five hundred”

“With my butt on this freezing floor? While I'm about to be sold by some stranger in a few hours?” I realized I was clenching my teeth. “That’s not going to happen.” “Easy for you to say!” “If it were easy for me, I wouldn't be here right now.” Fortunately, that sentence managed to quiet her. While she was talking, I had already accessed the identity records and started filtering the names that appeared. The phone number on the card made my job significantly easier. I began transferring all the accounts—large and small—into entirely different accounts. Meanwhile, I made a fake call to myself.

Payton I played it again. The third time. Maybe the fourth. I had lost count somewhere between the first listen and now, sitting cross-legged on the hotel bed with my phone in both hands and the volume low enough that only I could hear it. Renata's voice came through the speaker, soft and slightly slurred, every word landing exactly where I needed it to land. *It's fake. It's a fake relationship. He needed a girlfriend for something with his father and I needed...*

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.

"I can’t stand the thought of marrying him, Chris. He’s so cold. It’s you I want. Once the baby is born and the Carrington money is secure, we can be together…" It was unmistakably Jane’s voice. The room erupted in hushed, scandalized whispers. "Unbelievable…" "How shameless…" Mr. and Mrs. Roberts sat frozen, their faces pale with horror and humiliation. "The recording is fake!" Jane cried, though her voice was losing strength. "It’s edited! Made up!" "I’ve also invited an independent audio expert," Zayn said calmly, nodding toward a man who had quietly entered with Christopher. "He is here to check the recording in front of all of you, if you want."

His left hand found its way inside my panties, his fingers were now playing with my folds, and I started to moan. My phone suddenly began to ring. Normally, I'd let it go straight to voicemail, but I was supposed to be in the office today, and guilt made me pick it up. “Hello? Madsen here.” I was trying really hard to keep my voice steady while Matt continued his assault. “Miss Madsen? Sienna Madsen?,” an unknown male voice on the other side was asking. “Yes, who is that?”, I pushed Matt away and sat on the bed.

"However, except for his looks, nothing else looks like Lucian. I'm not entirely certain for now." Calista clarified. A thought crossed her mind, and she continued, "But his sharp wit reminds me so much of Lucian. I can brush off the differences in their vibe and style, but it's hard to believe Lucian can change his voice dramatically in no time." Yara pulled up a video about online impersonation scams and showed it to Calista. "Voice modulation is no big deal. I mean, some folks can switch from sounding like a dude to sounding like a lady. With some practice, anyone can do it. It's not some super special skill, and there are tons of tutorials online for that stuff," Yara chuckled.

Who are you and why shouldn't I put your body in the plush cushion? —I just told you, I'm Luna Moretti and… —Yes, yes, I didn't ask your name, I want to know who you are, what you drive, and why you have an army of pheromones. If it's not too much to ask, sure. "Oh, how humble you are." Sarcasm stained her voice, but then she turned serious. My army of pheromones and I do not give explanations to mafias.

She smiled brightly, then her head tilted, noticing my expression. “Why do you look so sad? You just won the lottery!” She nagged. “It’s fake,” I replied. I couldn’t hold it in. Apart from the fact that I needed them to understand the situation, I couldn’t lie to my close friends. “He’s forcing me. He has something on me, and he’s using it to make me his fake girlfriend. He needs to fix his reputation.” I explained and the room went silent. Jenna and Annette exchanged glances, then they both started laughing.