Novel & Cerita Fake Love To My Face

Joshua was gently massaging my ankle, but my eyes were fixed on the ring around his ring finger. I looked at Joshua, and with a heartbroken gaze, I asked him, "Joshua, throughout all these years, have you ever loved me?" Stiffening briefly, he got down on one knee before pulling me into a hug. "I love you, Olivia. You're the only one I love," he declared, sounding like he had the utmost affection for me. Then, as he stared at me lovingly, he fed me the glass of milk he brought with him. "Come. Have some milk and get some rest. If you want to attend the wedding tomorrow, you may do so. I won't stop you."

He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable. They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating. She looked away before he saw her looking. Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed. "Don't," Ava said. "I didn't say anything." "You were about to." "I was about to say that you did the face." "I don't have a face." "The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."

"There's something I want to tell you, Dominic. Ever since I was a child, I've had this power. I can see the person someone loves the most just by touching them." Dominic froze just as he was shrugging off his coat. "When I touched you for the first time when I was seven, I saw myself in your heart. When you held my hand when I was 18, I still saw myself. When you proposed to me, it was still me in your heart. "But when I touched your throat on the morning of our third wedding anniversary, I saw two faces. Mine and Tiana's." Dominic fell silent for a long time before he suddenly burst into laughter. "You have quite the imagination. Have you been too bored because you've been stuck alone at h

I start fixing my makeup, trying to ignore the way my stomach is fluttering. I hear him move. Then he appears behind me. He doesn't say anything at first. He just leans in and presses a kiss to my bare shoulder, his face brushing against the side of my neck. "You always look beautiful," he rasps. I pause with the mascara wand halfway to my lashes. Then I meet his eyes in the mirror. "You're love bombing me now, you creepy psychopath." He laughs faintly against my skin. "Prepare to be sick of me." I groan, forcing myself to carry on with my makeup while pretending I'm not affected.

I gasped inaudibly and he slowly pulled away. When I opened my eyes, I saw him smirking at me and I felt a warm blush rising to my cheeks like a burning flame. "Now you trust me huh?" "I hate you." I fake-glared at him and he chuckled. "I love you too." *****

he stopped for a second and wiped the tears in his eyes " I love you, but I can't do anything to fight for you....I...i..." he took a deep breath before speaking " I'm stupid right?" He said and faked his laugh " Stupid because I never showed my love for you, never believed in you and never trusted you," he said I slowly pretended to wake up, he immediately stood up and turned around facing the door " hey, why are you still awake?" I asked him as I fake my yawn " I'm... thirsty," he said as he scratched his head

I pull them out and suck them clean right in front of her, eyes locked on hers. “Delicious,” I murmur. “Now fix your face. We still have three more hours of pretending to be in love.” She looks wrecked. Lips parted, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed. And I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

His warm palm slowly rubbed my old wound. "Does it still hurt, baby?" He looked into my eyes, drowning in tenderness, as if I were his most precious treasure. I stared dead at the man in front of me. No guilt in his deep eyes. No hesitation. How does he do it? Like a split-personality psychopath. Fucking another woman raw on this bed, then putting on a holy, devoted face to care for my pain. "It doesn't hurt anymore." I lowered my eyes, forcing down the urge to vomit.

He clicked his tongue shoving a chopped piece of strawberry in his mouth. "This is the same face you fell in love with," He gestured at his body, "same body you drooled at." He smirked as her eyes darkened in rage. "I never drooled over your body and you have the same face but I don't love you anymore, do I? As I said I fell in love with that fake personality you donned for me. My love is gone with that fake personality. And as for you, I'd rather kill myself but love you-" She abruptly shut up when he stood to his mighty height.