Fake It Till You Make It Book Novels & Stories

I was wearing my leather jacket over a black button-down, a giant middle finger to the sea of penguin suits below. My phone buzzed in my pocket. 11:42 PM. In eighteen minutes, I’d be nineteen. In eighteen minutes, the trust my mother set up—the one my father had spent a decade trying to find a loophole to dissolve—would legally drop into my lap. It was the "winning" move. With that money, I could buy Lila a life that didn't involve Sterling bribes or Vale threats. I could buy our freedom. “You look like you’re planning a heist,” a voice said beside me.

" At four AM, we both finally doze off on the couch, tangled together in an uncomfortable but comforting pile. At six, my alarm jerks me awake. The trial starts at nine. I need to shower, dress, try to eat something, mentally prepare for the most important day of my life. Jordan wakes when I do, looking rumpled and tired. "You okay?" he asks. "No. But I'm going to pretend I am until it's true." "Fake it till you make it. Solid strategy." I shower and dress in the suit Thompson picked out, conservative, professional, "trustworthy defendant" chic. Jordan makes more coffee while I stand in front of the mirror, barely recognizing the person staring back. I've lost weight over the past months, my

“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.

"You wake up every night at 3 AM and check the security cameras. You've lost fifteen pounds because you forget to eat. You're teaching Michael to speak Spanish because you're terrified he'll blow our cover with English. You're struggling as much as I am." I couldn't deny it. "Okay. Yes. I'm struggling. But Marissa, what choice do we have? We can't go back, can't move forward, can't even stay still without feeling like we're dying inside. So we pretend. We fake it until it feels real." "And if it never feels real?" "Then we fake it forever. For the kids. For each other. For the life we're building even if it's on quicksand." She was quiet for a long time, rocking Sophie gently. "The woman at

“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.

“No. Thank you, but I’m not leaving my home.” Sue watched as the regal-looking lady dabbed under her eyes and composed herself. She stood and looked down at her. “Lesson number two. Even if you don’t have your shit together, you make them all think you do.” Sue felt a slow smile spread over her face. It was like she had just answered a question she hadn’t yet asked. “Fake it ’til you make it? I can do that.” She nodded once and looped her arm through hers. Together they walked back inside to the wake. It had been a long day, but it seemed that it was far from over. ................................

I hated admitting defeat in the face of a struggle. "You are right when you said he can never have her that's why I'm betting all my hopes on that obvious fact. They will never be together which is an advantage for me. And before Von could even comprehend it, he will be madly in love with me, that I could guarantee." I lifted my chin to show my confidence even though deep inside I know how hard it is to make it a reality Fake it 'till you make it. I'll fake this truth until he'll fall for me.

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

Dad is too powerful and influential to do those things. After changing clothes and removing my light make-up, I finished doing my night routine and lay in bed. I thought about Nathan Fuenter and his weirdness. I wonder what kind of person he is. I grabbed a book from my shelf and was about to flip its page when I heard a thud on my room’s veranda.

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.