Novel & Cerita Fake Mating To My Ex's Powerful Enemy

I informed her, making her eyes widen. Being mates and having marked each other, every infidelity will be more unbearable. Suppose we didn't feel anything when we were with our fake mates. Does that mean our enemy is so powerful that he managed to prevent that from happening without letting us take potions close to an anesthetic? "You being here, does it mean you had that fake me in your custody, too?" I asked, and she nodded. I sighed in relief but knew there was more to it. I was about to ask her to come to my office when an omega approached us.

I scoffed underneath my breath and made sure to still wear a smile across my face, hands lightly meeting in a clap as I responded. “Fuck you, you bastard. How many times do I have to ask you to stop calling me that?” He laughed this time and everyone thought it was because of his happiness of getting promoted, but I didn’t miss the mocking traces in those laugh. “I’ll consider listening to you when you finally beat me in something, midget.” He crooned and I faked a cough, stepping closer to him to step on his foot hard. The choked grunt he let out felt like music to my ears.

“I came to check something, and you didn’t disappoint. You finally proved nice and clear that you just used me in both our lives. Seven days of fake love in a brothel. That would make a wonderful title for a movie, wouldn’t it?” I peered into her eyes, propping myself on my elbow. Tracing her neckline with my free hand, I said. “You started a fake mate bond with me in this life, Dia. Everything about our relationship in this life had been fake from the very beginning. So, yes, you can call me fake and my heart faker. But never question my love for you because in this completely fake me, loving you was the only genuine thing I could manifest.” She clapped, “your words. I must applaud you. You

And he, being the pack Alpha, may be the one we had an issue with… If this man, who I assumed was called Zeke... Alpha Zeke, did not approve of the situation we were placing in front of them, as false it may be, then he may not allow Zaine to take me as his chosen mate. Zaine was going to do all he could to portray us as a very much in love couple, I knew that. A long-term relationship. Like he had my own parents. Anything to make them believe the story we were weaving, to allow him to gain his title. But, if his father did not approve, then all our lies, our plan would have been for nothing. And that look within that man's eyes did not fill me with hope.

“I am Serena. Conall’s girlfriend.” “Good for you.” Serena laughs at the comeback. “It is time for you to leave, Morgan, if that is even your real name. We know what this is. You were sent by my ex-husband to try to ruin our relationship. You failed. I have dealt with Henry, so you no longer have any need to be here, so leave and go back to wherever you came from because it is over.” “It doesn’t matter to me, I have already been paid,” Morgan shrugs and turns back to me, “Though, when you become single again, let me know, handsome. You are just my type.” She says, winking at me.

Mama merely sheared her face away from my line of sight, twisting her lips into a sharp, dismissive sneer, deliberately leaving my frame to navigate the tactical warfare entirely isolated and unassisted. "Erika was merely executing a standard, platonic excursion across the public sector, Papa," I fabricated smoothly, attempting to establish a logical alibi. The baseline reality remained that Roy and my person commanded absolutely zero legitimate romantic connection. "Absolute falsehood! In a previous chapter of the historical timeline, your lips explicitly volunteered the confession to my position that you had successfully secured a boyfriend. That visual asset captures the precise masculine

"But hold on a moment, I need to use the restroom." I stood up from my seat and walked out of the room and into the bathroom, leaving Zayn to ponder over my words. When I returned, I sat back down across from him and began to unveil my plan. "Well, I've been thinking about it for a while now," I said. "And I think the best way to pick a fake mate is to find someone willing to play along with the charade. Someone who needs something from me, or my father. And in return, I get what I want."

With a small sigh, my mother continued explaining, "It helped that I had known her mother since childhood, and she was easier to manipulate. She would do anything to ensure the happiness of her son. I knew it and exploited it for my benefit. I had the perfect plan, and of course, being the disappointment you are, you had to screw it all up! All the dreams I had for our future are completely dashed now." Her sentence throws me off guard before a shrill laugh bubbles past my lips, filling the space; Charity uses my mom's distraction to move behind her. "Well, you got scammed," I say through the giggles, "the only reason the mate bond was easy to "fake" is because we are already mates paired by

Something popped up in my mind and I quickly turned to him, “Who is his mate?” His story still didn't make sense to me. How did his mate know that Jack was not my son? It still didn't make sense. “You don't want to talk?” I faked innocence after he didn't respond to my question. N-no! I-I…” “Talk!” I ran the plies across his face causing him to wince in pain while sweat was cascading down his forehead. His eyes were now out of his sockets because of the pain. “Y-your ex-chosen mate turned out to be his mate.” I felt like the strength I was holding on tightly, started crumbling on the ground.

But I still put it on the instant I got back, allowing myself to pretend for a while longer that the world believes we're newly engaged and we're unveiling the most anticipated microchip of the twenty-first century. But that can never happen. Tomorrow, Damien will be alone on the stage, his father watching with satisfied eyes as he tells the audience it's Bass Mobile who wins the prize for an entire year. Their stocks will skyrocket, their phones soon reigning supreme, and its users will never know the danger they slip into their pockets. My phone rings on the floor next to me, shining a familiar face I’ve grown to love on the lock screen. Fuck! The force of my smack sends it skittering acro