Fake Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had endured 98 tests he set for me—working menial jobs, donating blood, cutting off friends, getting injured, and even giving up my research grant. I eventually discovered he had been pretending to be poor all along, and every hardship I faced had been a deliberate setup. Meanwhile, he had been extremely generous with the campus belle, Yvonne, buying her cars and houses. My heart had turned to stone. I refused his 99th test, broke up with him, and moved abroad. The crowd didn't notice the shift in Nicholas' expression and continued to mock me. Suddenly, he spoke in a frigid tone. "That's enough. Throw her out. I don't want to see her face."

I'm fucking shocked right now. He grabs the folder angrily and opens it with a huff. When he sees what it is, his face falls and he quickly sets it down. It's true. This is fucking true. Everything that I saw was fucking true. All of those girls that had messaged him on that website were just trying to get paid. My fucking girlfriend is being paid to date me. This is fake. All of this is fucking fake.

I turned to walk away but was stopped by a warm grip on my forearm. I ignored the warmth arising from the foreign contact and turned back to look at him with a pointed stare. "I'm not messing with you, Alexis. I need a fake girlfriend, and I'll give you anything," he clarified, and I snatched my arm out of his grasp, eying him warily. "Why?" I asked, my eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Why me?" Aaron's jaw notably twitched at this, and I felt I had hit a nerve. Nevertheless, if he was asking for such an unorthodox favour from me, I at least had the right to know what it was about.

I can't believe that someone will appear and tell us that Bella was a fake princess. “You're lying! I… I don't know what you're saying. Don't believe with her, twin sister.” Melissa replied, but the so-called nanny of Melissa just smiled. “I will tell the truth, Alpha and Luna because my conscience was chasing me. The truth must prevail about your real daughter and the fake princess. She is not your daughter, and she is a fake princess being swapped by Melissa, the Luna's twin sister because of her jealousy seventeen years ago.” The nanny started speaking and everyone was silent, but not Melissa.

“You really love that word for someone who’s never had to spell it.” His eyes finally met mine. Heat. Ice. Chaos. I swallowed and tried not to combust. “I was curious,” I said. “You never told me why you need a fake girlfriend.” “For a business deal.” I blinked. That was… honest? “What kind of deal?” He smiled lazily. “Curious, are we?” “Yes. I’m literally sitting in a car with a man I barely know, about to have dinner with his billionaire father. I think I deserve a few details.”

I was a stickler for rules. When I was in elementary school, we were supposed to vote for class president, but the teacher simply appointed the principal's daughter instead. Hence, I followed the school rule that whoever received the most votes would win and brought all 42 students to the principal's office to hold a proper vote. After I started working, my boss handed me a 1,500-dollar invoice and told me to claim 15,000 dollars in expenses. I told him that wasn't allowed under company policy, but he said that, in this company, the boss' word was the only rule that mattered. "You need to learn to be flexible," he claimed. "Otherwise, the company may as well replace you with someone more obe

The woman running this particular horror show introduces herself as Priscilla, an image consultant with a clipboard and the energy of someone who has never once in her life laughed at a joke that wasn't hers. "You supposedly are supposed to have a very specific public persona." Priscilla begins, flipping open a folder thick enough to double as a doorstop. "Outgoing with the kind of laugh that makes men feel important. Do you fake the persona outside?" She frowns at me. Great. So basically the opposite of everything I actually am.

Irkal said with an obvious tone, as if Una was the crazy one for not knowing where it was. "A set for a movie?" Una asked when she did not understand a word the girl said. "A movie? What is a movie?" the girl asked. "Okay, so this is a prank stage? How long have I been asleep?" Una said, moving towards the desk on the ground. The prank masters were good enough to even make the room this beautiful. The dress that the girl wore could be mistaken for something from the fifteenth century, and the room was good enough to pass as one. They even went ahead to create the fake conversation she overheard earlier. "You've been asleep for only a day since you got here."

Daisy's POV : I was shocked when I found that he selected the exact ring I liked the most. And when he didn't even ask the price and chose it, I saw the manager's face go into utter shock which he covered immediately. He must be thinking that this husband loves his wife so much. Only if he knew the situation..!! I am a pathetic contracted wife, pretending to be Mrs Harrison for money... And this is all for a show... Hm... Anyways, i have signed in so i should act accordingly. I just followed him as a noble wife. This man is best at acting as he is showing the world about how much he loves his wife.

“The truth about Bianca. You’ll tell me now.” He regarded me for a long moment, a new respect in his gaze. “You have spine. I’ll give you that.” He nodded slowly. “Very well. A down payment on the truth.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for my ears. “The woman you know as Princess Bianca is an imposter. A pawn placed by the true power in the Moonrise Pack to secure this alliance under false pretenses. The real Bianca has been missing for years. Kairi is either a fool who has been duped, or…”