Fake It Till We Make It Book Novels & Stories

I grumbled. He smiled. "There is no 'just' anything in this business. 'Just' a calendar change? Could cancel a million-dollar meeting. 'Just' a delay? Could be a PR nightmare. Your job is to act every second like it matters—because it does. And folks can tell when you aren't certain. So you answer the phone like you're three steps ahead, even if you're frantically Googling who's calling." "Fake it till I make it," I complained.

she says quietly. I push The Cookie in her direction and nod my head toward it, hoping she dives in. I'm not disappointed in either her digging into the delicious dessert, or the small smile that curves her lips. "Don't let it be. Use that feeling to push yourself. Make them give you a reason and do what you have to do to change things to make it happen." "You make it sound so easy." I shake my head. "It won't be." She'd just shoveled a huge bite of cookie and ice cream into her mouth so she covers it when she starts giggling. "I like that," she says after her mouth is empty. "No sugar coating."

After five years of marriage, I found out my husband was in love with my best friend, the same one who stole my fiance. Betrayed by both of them, I decided to fake my death and disappear. There were two days left. After I sent the email, Lloyd Becker walked into the study. Just as I closed the email about my fake death plan, he gently hugged me from behind and casually looked at my screen. “Sending work emails?” “Yeah, just checking some work plans.” I tried to sound natural and smiled at him.

And no matter what came next, I’d find a way to make it work with or without Dean. Monday morning came too fast. Even though I’d prepped everything the night before outfit, bag, snacks, a small emergency kit with everything from lip balm to painkillers I still felt a rush of nerves as I stood in front of the mirror applying my mascara. Lily tilted her head at me from the bed like Girl, you sure about this? "Fake it till you make it," I whispered to my reflection, offering myself a half confident smile.

"Listen up—even if you're back now, this family and the engagement with the Frosts can only be mine! Trash like you from the sticks are only worthy of worshiping the ground I walk on!" As soon as she finished, she suddenly threw herself backward with a dramatic gasp. "Ah! Jemima, why did you push me?" The fake fall was smooth and practiced, like she'd studied thousands of trashy fake-heiress melodramas. Too bad it was me she was trying to mess with. The instant her back hit the ground, I drew in a breath, gathered all my strength, and let out a scream ten times more tragic than hers. "Ruth! What's wrong?"

"Five years with my boyfriend. I worked four jobs to help repay his debt, but his family's debt keeps growing instead of shrinking. Today we were supposed to go home together for New Year's. He said something happened at the construction site and left again. I don't know when the debt will ever be paid off. Living on toast and pickles every day is really hard." When the train began to move, I hit "Post." I poured every cent I had taken from Anya's livestream into promoting the video. "Benjamin, every lie is a debt. From today on, you can repay it inch by painful inch. I won't stay to watch," I muttered.

It must have been his uniform of choice, the way Steve Jobs wore black turtlenecks. “Ready for the trial by fire?” he asked with a grin. Fake it till you make it. “Yes,” I said, with as much confidence as I could reasonably fake. “Can I give you a word of advice?” he asked. Run away, maybe? Far, far away? “Sure.”

“It’s Liam… should I answer?” Mia let out a deep sigh. “You don’t have to act scared if you want to tackle two brothers at the same time.” Did I really want to tackle two brothers at the same time? They were the ones coming at me. “You have to act confident even though it isn’t real,” Mia added. “Fake it until you make it?” She nodded. “Exactly.” I cleared my throat and answered the phone. “Hey, what’s up?” I asked, my voice surprisingly steady.

“Dr. Ben? It’s Jake Dylan. Yeah, my mother left a while ago… Don’t worry, I’m fine. Listen—I need a favor.” I arrived at the hospital and found Dr. Ben waiting. Our private doctor never asked questions—not when my mom signed his checks. “A little accident,” I told him, and within the hour my left arm was strapped into a cast. A sham pain, but real privilege. Fake it till you make it, they said. Well, I’d be faking this injury until Summer came crawling back to me. (End of Flashback) Now here I was, lying in a hospital bed while machines hummed around me. And my plan worked. The door burst open, and there they were.

' His eyes held nothing but coldness. He whispers two words to me "fake it" I was kinda confused but then it hit me, chuckle "my dear, I came because it's already 12 o clock and you promise to go out with me." "We'll leave after this alright, my love," he grabs me from the chin, looking into my eyes. My eyes widen and my heart starts to increase its beat. What on earth? "Yes, yes." I smiled. He's good at this, what kind of man is he?