Novel & Cerita Fake Out Manga

Something irreparable, but coverable: with smiles, with pretty looks, with good gestures. She doesn't lie, she hides the truth. She doesn't say anything, and she yells a lot in complete silence. She is the absolute image of the controversy. The good, which must be bad by nature. The beautiful thing, that it is completely broken. The strength, which has weaknesses. The quiet girl with books and loud music, who goes out to a party to get high. The promiscuity, that she does not like to kiss. The life that is not real. The life that is invented. The life that must be lived out of obligation. The fake life she invented in her dreams to survive.

My gaze lingered slightly on his biceps before flickering back to his face. "I made a really bad habit over the last habit because of some shit that happened, but I want to stop." He said and my mind travelled to what Raven had told me about Avalon. I nodded in understanding, knowing that information was all he was going to give me. "Well, whatever you wanna do, your fake girlfriend is here to help you." I teased and he smiled, his eyes cat-like against the dark.

Not like I'm in deep trouble with the mafia, and definitely not like I'm working undercover. So I used the safest lie I had. “I’m… fake-dating someone.”

After five years of marriage, I found out my husband was in love with my best friend, the same one who stole my fiance. Betrayed by both of them, I decided to fake my death and disappear. There were two days left. After I sent the email, Lloyd Becker walked into the study. Just as I closed the email about my fake death plan, he gently hugged me from behind and casually looked at my screen. “Sending work emails?” “Yeah, just checking some work plans.” I tried to sound natural and smiled at him.

I stared at nothing but his lips, ignoring for a moment— the warnings he was trying to give me. “I can’t be your fiancé.” He finalized. “Fake fiancé,” I corrected, placing my hand on his against the knob, my mind pushing me to go further than what I was trying to do. “And who said anything about real commitment?” He paused for a while, doing nothing but holding my gaze with a straight face. Slowly, I retrieved his hand and mine from the knob, guiding them towards my waist. “Miss Foster. You really want to do this?” Anything to get Alessandro off my back? Yes.

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

She smirked as she read it because deep down she knew who was doing this and still she scrolled down. ‘Rumors have surfaced that upcoming singer Veldana had faked her emotional breakdown to win sympathy from her fans. Sources close to her former partner, Alpha Maurice, claim she manipulated him for years, she even went as far as faking infertility to keep his attention.’ She knew they were all lies but they still shocked her, how were they able to think of these things.. And beneath the article, the comment section was even worse, the people were already judging, mocking, and repeating the half-truths as if they were facts.

I grabbed Aera’s gauntlet and neck, pushing him away. Asashi saved Aera before he fell to the ground. Both of them looked at me, perplexed. “She could be created through mana, I was only confirming—” Aera tried to explain himself. “With whose permission?” I glared at him. “Alpha?” Aera knit his brows. “She definitely is fake. Brother mana would have already…” Asashi stopped speaking as he looked over my shoulder. The woman was still standing with her hands protectively covering her face. “Impossible. She should have vanished by now if she was fake…” Aera mumbled.

A bestselling romance novelist tweeted: “Just watched the fake marriage film from that retreat. WHOLEHEARTEDLY obsessed. Where’s the book deal?” A pop singer duetted the video on TikTok, crooning a soft, emotional ballad over the final scene—over her voice, whispering Lake’s name in her sleep. By evening, the retreat’s website had crashed from all the traffic. Journalists were writing articles about the “couple that fooled the world by falling for each other.” Some claimed it was scripted; others swore it was real. And Ivy?

Weird woman. When I am already outside the bar, I look sideways to see where she is and my eyes narrow in confusion when I spotted her not too far from the exit and a van pulled over in front of her. It took me a minute to realize what’s going on. I saw that the men inside the bar who are also wearing black outfits are forcing her to enter the van. I immediately tried to think of a way to help her and saw a bouncer with a gun in his hand, I stole it away, not minding his reaction. I aimed the gun in the direction of the van and fired, careful not to shoot Shane. My sudden appearance probably shocked the black outfit men and didn’t expect me there. The two guys let go of Shane’s arms and the