Fake Relationship Books Novels & Stories

Kate's POV "Oh, yes. Max! Harder! That's right!" I froze in my steps when I heard a very familiar voice moaning Maxwell's name. Maxwell was my fiance, the one with whom I was getting married today. "Ahh!" Heart pounding, I walked in the direction of the moans as they became louder and more passionate. They led me to the door of a room. The one that should have been ours for the night. Gently, I opened the door and my eyes almost popped out of their socket. On the same bed we were supposed to consummate our wedding night, my husband to be was fucking my cousin sister passionately!

“We confirm the relationship. If they want to make you my mistress, then fine. We’ll show them you’re mine. Not a fling. Not a scandal. Mine” My head snapped up. “Excuse me?” He met my gaze. “We tell the public this isn’t a fling. It’s not a scandal. It’s a long-standing relationship.” Heat flared in my chest. “So I just… what? Smile and nod and play your girlfriend?” “Yes,” Ryan said simply. “We fake date. For the public.” I looked at the charts—red lines plunging down. I thought of Isabella, already being cornered by cameras, already dragged into a war she didn’t choose.

She nodded once and walked away across the courtyard, and he watched her go with the quiet attention he brought to things he found genuinely interesting, and he thought about the phone notification that had changed her face, and he thought about what or who it might have been, and he thought about the version of Ava Bennett that appeared in empty practice rooms with nervous first-year students and disappeared the moment the world started watching again. He looked back down at his history notes. He had written, at some point during the conversation without realizing it, a single line in the margin of the page. *Two completely different people.* He looked at it for a moment. Then he added thre

"You're disgusting! Get out of my way!" He hadn't expected me to curse him out, and his face darkened instantly. Without hesitation, I shoved him aside, took Jordan's hand, and headed straight out. Livio froze, staring as we walked away. Then he exploded. "Diane Ward, this is pathetic! You really think faking a marriage will force my hand?" "Fake marriage?" I snorted. "Whatever you say." His lips pressed into a thin line. "This has gone far enough! It was just a dumb bet. Do you have to make a fool of yourself like this?"

“You know that this is a fake relationship right? You guessed it before.” “And so what?.” Aileen scoffed. “Only a fool wouldn’t know that you and uncle are in love. And apparently you both might be fools because it’s very obvious that whatever you two are doing is not a fake relationship anymore. It’s a real one.” Isabella giggled a little bit. “You talk as if you are inside our relationship.” “I don’t need to be in there. Just so you know, when a gossip blog covers your story, it just has to be true. Since they’ve already been speaking stupid stuffs about you and uncle then just confirm the relationship already.”

I didn’t find it necessary because I never knew I’d one day stare at them. I scrolled through the pictures. Her hugging me. Me not hugging her back. Her smiling. Me staring at the camera like someone kidnapped me. None of them looked real. Not even one. I opened i*******m and went straight to Brian’s page. I looked at the last pictures he posted. Annoying comments all over… then I commented. **“Fake smiles don’t make a relationship real. Some couples act close for photos. But behind the camera, they’re strangers.”**

“A relationship that starts because of business can’t turn into real love… right?” I said softly, trying to smile like I’m fine. Donghwa shrugs. “That’s just your theory. Ever seen Princess Hours? Enemies-to-lovers, fake marriage turned real love. It happens.”

she cooed, trying to sound intimate. But then she saw the blood drained from his face and the papers still clutched in his hand. Maria’s smile faltered, and something flickered in her eyes. She quickly suppressed a smirk, feigning surprise. “Oh my! Grace wants to dissolve your bond?” “She’s being so dramatic. Not like me… If I were your mate, I would never dream of leaving someone as wonderful as you. Albert, you deserve so much better.” She spoke her usual divisive words, but this time, they didn't land.

“I’ve been with my girlfriend for five years. I worked four jobs to help pay off her debts, but her family’s debt just keeps growing. Today we were supposed to go home together for New Year’s, but she said something happened at the barbecue place and left again. “Sigh… I guess I’ve failed as a boyfriend. I don’t even know when her debts will be paid off. Living on plain buns and pickles every day is just too hard…” As the train started moving, I posted it. I put all the money I had grabbed from Matt’s livestream into boosting it. Wren, those who lie have to swallow a thousand needles. Starting today, you can take your time swallowing them. I won’t be staying to watch.

Everything else he said was just a blur to me. How could that be? I instantly felt uneasy and even heard myself trembling as I asked him another question. "Y-You're kidding, right?" My relationship with Rachel had always been good and amicable. She had looked so upset and sorrowful when she suggested that we fake our divorce, and I could still remember every expression she made at me then. So, how could she possibly have gotten married to someone else now instead? Yet, Titus' reply was like a sledgehammer to my head, shattering every last bit of hope I was still clinging to.