Fake Mating To My Ex's Powerful Enemy Novels & Stories

The system chimed, cheerful and cruel as ever. [Main Mission Activated: Become the CEO’s Shield.] [Task: Accept Fake Relationship Proposal.] [Reward: +15 Affection Points. Failure: Host Termination.] Termination. Again. My lips twitched into something that might have been a smile. “Fake boyfriend. Sure, I can do fake. I’m amazing at fake. My whole life is basically fake.” Dream tilted his head slightly, his tone flat. “So you accept.” “Do I even have a choice?”

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

"I'm Matteo Cassimo, Annie's ex-fiance." "Oh. If I remember correctly, weren't you dead? It took you this long to crawl out of the grave?" Matteo clenched his fists. "You and Annie are just in an arranged marriage. I'm the one she truly loves!" "Annie is mine," William said firmly. The comments in the live chat poured in. "This is a classic ex-boyfriend move—fakes his death, then comes back just to embarrass himself." "Without Annie's family backing him, his worth is nothing compared to William."

Sweat beaded my brow and made my clothes stick to me as I focused hard on my breathing. I'm not going to make it. If she's ovulating then being anywhere near her is going to be pure torture. I really must've pissed off someone for them to do this shit. Sick sadistic fuck! Or was someone trying to get rid of her? I knew both questions made no sense, but what are the odds that she'd be ovulating just at the time I imprinted on her? An ovulating mate suffers about the hardest mating of anyone.

Technically we don’t need to ask but out of respect for our pack we want to ensure there is no fight over whether the bond is a lie or not. Anastasia confirmed our bond again, as she had done it in the past, the cord from my chest floating just outside of Isaac’s chest, and we were free to proceed. We decided to mate this weekend. Anastasia said we have to mate in my male form as that is my original form so I am very nervous about it. Isaac told me I could top him if it would make me feel better and that made me love him even more. We will try first in my female form and see what happens. I also suggested I could use my power to make him a female but he said if I have to be in my original fo

It was time for us to put an end to all of this and I wasn’t about to tolerate these women talking about my mate and making her feel uncomfortable. ”Can I have your attention?” I said as I tapped the champagne glass that was in my hand and with Amber standing right beside me. She was visibly still uncomfortable but I was going to end that in a few minutes. ”As you all know that my mate is a hybrid and yes she is pregnant for me. It was not a trap as some of you may think it was, our mate bond was tested by the mating ritual and it was proved to be real. If you have a problem with being led by a hybrid then I would suggest you start your own kingdom far away from here” I said and everyone jus

Santos asked. I looked up at him. Then back at the phone. Then back at him. "Maybe we need to cancel the fake engagement," I said. Santos's eyebrow went up again. "Why?" I dropped into the chair across from his desk, suddenly exhausted. "Because I just agreed to plan my ex-best friend's wedding to a woman who is secretly evil, and I clearly have no self-respect." "She's evil?" Santos sounded curious. "I can't prove it.” I admitted. "But I feel it. She's too sweet. It's not real. Every time she smiles at me, I feel like she's enjoying my pain."

This was getting worse. “You don’t have to decide everything today,” he said quietly. “But I already hurt someone.” His gaze softened slightly. “Yes.” The direct answer stung. Tears burned lightly behind my eyes again. “I hate this version of myself.” That sentence slipped out before I could stop it. Immediately Damien’s expression hardened. “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” “Turn yourself into the villain because your emotions became complicated.” I looked at him helplessly. “I kissed my fiancé’s enemy.”

“We need Jax’s reputation smoothed out, and that is exactly what you will be doing as his fake girlfriend. You will just be going a little out of the script, but then again, don’t we all?” “Tara…” “Your professionalism is exactly what we need. It is like Celeste and Finn here. Celeste is a member of the board, and Finn is a player. The only difference is that theirs is real and yours isn’t. The story will spread, and we will control the narrative.” “As long as you keep your legs closed and your panties to yourself,” Celeste adds, having the most fun from this. “We all know Jax can be a little….erm, what’s the world? Hot. But don’t fall for his charms, please.”

“Oh, those marks? Kevin had no idea they were fake. I made them with makeup." "It’s so easy to fool people when a woman cries and says she’s been assaulted. I just wanted revenge on Lily and Ethan. Now, look—everyone is on my side and against them.” A satisfied grin spread across her face, but just then, her phone rang, breaking the moment. **** After being done with Nelson, she took a deep breath and dialed Sarah’s number. The phone rang only once before Sarah answered. A smirk was evident in her voice. “So, you finally called me,” she said, a hint of playful arrogance lacing her words.