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

"The one in which we enter into a fake relationship to make others jealous. You can make that Tom guy jealous and I can make my ex-girlfriend jealous making her to realize her mistake of leaving me. She will come back to me and we will-" "What?" she cut him off in the middle unable to process the nonsense he's spouting. Aiden rolled his eyes and started again. "we enter into a fake relationship to make others jealous. You can make that Tom guy jelous and I can make my ex-girlfriend jealous making her to realize-"

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.

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 reach out to take the last one but stop when I hear the click of a picture being taken. "Gotcha." the person says. I turn around slowly only to find Andree smirking at me. "Hey," I greeted him, hesitantly. "Hey, cookie." He waves, lifting himself onto the counter. "Don't call me that." I frown. "Only Zach can give me pet names." "Why? Is he your boyfriend or something?" I take a moment to decide what to tell him. Zach is my fake boyfriend but- "Something like that." I finally say.

"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."