Novel & Cerita Fake It Till You Make It Book

She ran a hand through her hair, giving it an intentionally tousled look. Sophia felt a pang of urgency. She couldn’t let one of them use their fake charm to worm their way into Robert’s space. Sophia didn’t think. Her feet moved before her brain could catch up, her champagne glass left forgotten on the table as she strode toward Robert. The voices of the influencers still rang in her ears, their words laced with venom and condescension, each syllable clawing at her pride. She could feel their eyes on her back, waiting, maybe even hoping, for her to falter or retreat.

What more could I ask for? Oh, yes, especially one important thing. Amy failed to invite Laird. That fact nearly brought me to tears of joy. Even when Amy shouted angrily, upset, and accused me of messing it up, I almost made a playful comment. Luckily, I managed to restrain myself and pretend not to know anything about his early return. I insisted and acted, just like Amy taught me yesterday when facing Ms. Mitchelle's interrogation. Fake it till you make it. "Thank you, Fenella. I never even dreamed of coming to a high school dance party. Thanks to you, I now have a beautiful memory. Especially with a gorgeous and popular girl like you." His face flushed with embarrassment as Clark's voice

“ Yep. Go. Drink, dance, pretend you don’t care. Trust me you will be believing your own lie in no time. Fake it till you make it.” I reached for the wine bottle and took a long swallow while I considered what he said. It didn’t sound so bad. I really wanted to stop hurting maybe this was a way to do it. “Would it work?” I asked. “Sure. Try it and see. Starting from tonight.” He stood up. “ I’ll drive you home.” I looked at the mess on my desk. “ But my desk-" “Leave it till Monday.” He pulled me from my chair and dragged me outside.

As the saying goes, fake it till you make it. It was only fair that I was still here. Sooner or later that bitch will want me out of this apartment because no married woman will like the idea of her husband’s ex coming to stay with them. It was awkward. I think that was the reason they were arguing back in their room. Nevertheless, I liked how my presence was causing problems for them. Making her feel uncomfortable. This is just the beginning. Though I knew Richard would always defend me, and my pitiful story would buy me a lot of time, I still needed to act fast.

“To pretending I’m the kind of person who belongs in Preston Haas’s orbit.” “Fake it till you break it,” he says, winking. I drink. And somewhere between sip three and sip four, I feel it. That quiet shift from what am I doing to fuck it. If Marcus wants to treat this like just another match, fine. That’s what I’ll be. I’ll date the billionaires and wear designer outfits and smile like my world doesn’t tilt every time he walks into the room. Let him be the professional. I’ll be the distraction. I reach for my phone and text Elena.

"Mel, I miss you. I'm so sorry. I was wrong. It's all my fault for trusting a snake like Ellie. That's why the company ended up like this. Mel, I really, really miss you. Stop being angry and come back to me, okay?" My voice remained entirely indifferent. "Come back? Robert, we're divorced. We're strangers now." The line went quiet for a moment before he spoke again, his voice cracking with emotion. "But didn't we agree it was just a fake divorce?" I nearly laughed out loud at the absurdity. "Who agreed to a fake divorce? Don't forget. The papers are signed and filed. You're the one who made me sign them." Robert evidently never expected to be struck down by the very boomerang he had thrown.

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

To wake up knowing I was Harper Williams, an independent entity and not tied to a billionaire because I couldn’t afford to pay my mother’s bills or my personal bills. I felt like an impostor, which wasn’t a new feeling. The Impostor Syndrome- it always happened to me. And after last night’s disaster, it seemed to worsen. I looked at Xavier while he was working on his laptop. What did he think of me? Did he think I was attractive? Fake relationship aside, would I be the kind of person he’d want to be with? Maybe, because I was already a replacement for a woman he once loved. What an insufferable coincidence.

“Look at you, princess. Didn’t think you’d actually show up.” I forced a smile, smoothing my black mini dress down my thighs. “Yeah, well. Gotta commit to the act, right?” Rowan was next, tossing a red solo cup to me. “Fake girlfriend duties, huh? Drink up. You look like you need it.” I caught the cup but didn’t drink. My fingers shook too much to even bring it to my lips. Casper just watched from across the room, eyes narrowed like he was studying me for some pop quiz. Emrys offered me a soft nod, his curls bouncing slightly when he turned.

Not when our fake connection has an expiration date. "Fear is just another obstacle, Hannah. One that you can choose to conquer." Grasping her knee under my palm, I capture her eyes in mine. For a heartbeat, I decide whether to ingrain in her the wisdom my mother taught me, when she realized I was different. Then, I deem it necessary. "Don't water seeds of doubt others plant in your head, even the ones you plant yourself. Because that's all they are until you give them too much attention: seeds."