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If this was going to work, I needed a plan—a solid one. I grabbed a notebook and pen from the coffee table, flipping to a fresh page. "Alright," I murmured to myself, "let's figure this out." At the top of the page, I scrawled in big, bold letters: FAKE RELATIONSHIP PLAN: Step 1: Backstory: I tapped my pen against the paper, thinking. If we were going to convince my family that Julian and I had been dating for months, we’d need a believable backstory. I wrote down a few ideas:

“It’s not like that. It’s just part of the act. Damon’s mom needed to believe he’s serious about someone, so he brought me in. End of story.” “But is it, though?” Yas asked, leaning forward with a wicked gleam in her eye. “Because fake relationships have this funny way of… I don’t know, turning real when you least expect it.” “Yas,” I warned, narrowing my eyes. “I’m just saying!” she laughed, holding her hands up defensively. “You’re spending all this time together, pretending to be in love. Feelings could sneak up on you. Happens all the time in those rom-coms you secretly love.”

”Not without consequences. He leaned in closer, his breath brushing my ear. “How about we continue this game for the next two days?” “What…what do you mean?”My voice was barely a whisper. “We will pretend we are dating just to spite him more, and also I want to strike a business deal with him, so you on my side, might just make it easier.” Two days pretending to be engaged to this intriguing stranger? It was insane. “What exactly do I have to do?” I asked. His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Everything a real fiancée would do,”

Maria: The first thing I notice is how quiet he is about it. Not shocked. Not irritated. Not even curious in the way I expected. Just… still. I read the article again anyway, like maybe I missed something the first time. Like the words will rearrange themselves into something less ridiculous if I give them another chance. They don’t. Fake relationship. Staged. Insider source. It almost feels personal, the way it’s written. Confident. Certain. Like whoever said it believes it.

I looked at her and she seemed to have understood what I was saying. " I can't even look at them in the eyes and can't avoid them either. Whenever we meet he seems to avoid me which hurts me as well as him. Our relationship is getting affected. So my best friend suggested to me that I should introduce someone as my girlfriend to them. It would calm him and he would be assured that I am not interested in his wife. So can you please pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my friends? " She was about to say something when her phone started ringing. She looked at her screen. Prachi was calling her. Her eyes started shining when she saw her name. She picked up the phone.

Justin said before rolling his eyes. “I guess…” I mumbled. “The other thing is that these so-called fake relationships sometime lead to real ones. There are some cases of my girls actually marrying the client and quitting their job because of it. Of course, if that makes her happy then I’ve got no more to say. That being said, you should be careful with these…men…” Justin said before puckering his pink lips up jokingly. “I’m a widow and if I had submitted those divorce papers before George died then I’ll be a divorcee. No rich guys in their right mind would want someone like me…” I stated matter-of-factly.

“This is fake.” “All relationships are fake in the beginning,” Zara replied instantly. “People literally meet strangers and pretend they’re emotionally stable until feelings show up and destroy everybody.” “That is the worst relationship advice I’ve ever heard.” “And yet you’re listening carefully.” Unfortunately…She wasn’t wrong, because somewhere beneath all the arguing and teasing, Adrian had already started slipping into places inside my mind where temporary people weren’t supposed to stay. That realization sat heavily in my chest while Zara watched me too carefully through the screen.

I watch until he disappears into the clubhouse. Back in my hotel room, I order room service. Pick at a salad. Can't taste anything. The Holidate Pact document is still open on my laptop. The words I wrote last night. *The problem with fake relationships turning real is that real relationships hurt. Really hurt. And when you're used to protecting yourself with distance and lies, vulnerability feels like bleeding out in public.* *She told him to leave because she was scared. He left because he was broken. And now they're both alone, pretending this is what they wanted.*

Sure enough, the glamour shot depicted me in the bookstore, body angled and gaze trailing after Chris's receding form with unguarded longing practically sizzling off the glossy surface. "Between these indiscreet public courtship displays, your little I*******m hint about illicit backstage hookups, and the all-but-confirmed rumblings of another kiss-and-tell all memoir... the tabloid deviants have even cooked up a plausible civilian name and background for your new ghostwriter stud-muffin to obsess over." I worried my lower lip between my teeth, gut curdling as I processed the cascade of incendiary extrapolations she was citing so matter-of-factly.

How many books, novels, and short stories has Sophia encountered with this very trope of fake relationships? The answer: she cannot even remember anymore. From girlfriends for hire to even being proxy fiancées, she read it all for sure! But having it happen to her? Her brain was starting to malfunction trying to absorb that information. Dating someone you barely know was off on its own but do not all relationships start from scratch? There were a lot of things to say about this setup, but all she was sure of was that she never liked the endings of these kinds of stories.