Novel & Cerita Fake Rich Vs Real Rich

“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 continued, watching his eyes, "is Richard Williams. The man the financial papers used to call—" "Zane Hill's most significant rival," he said slowly. I smiled. "There she is," he said quietly, looking at me properly now. "I remember you." A pause — assessing, careful. "You were with Zane." "I was." I fell into step beside him without waiting for an invitation. "And now I'm back." I glanced over at him. "I hear a lot has changed while I was gone." He said nothing. But he didn't walk faster either. Which was enough for now.

“You hired someone to stand beside you, to look convincing, and to make your ex sweat. I did that. So why does my identity suddenly matter?” My laugh came out sharp - almost hysterical. “Because I did not hire you,” I said. “I hired a fake fiancé, and now I’m standing here with a real billionaire who apparently knew my name, my scandal, and my family before I even opened my door.” His expression did not change. “And?” he asked. “And?” I echoed. “And it feels like everything else about you is fake too.” His gaze hardened just a little. “It doesn’t matter what’s real or fake about me,” he said, his voice smooth but with steel underneath. “What matters is that I did exactly what you paid for.”

She needed a second chance. He needed a fake fiancée. A ninety-day contract was supposed to solve all their problems—until stolen kisses felt real, a fake engagement became a forced marriage, and betrayal threatened to destroy everything they had built. In a world where love is the biggest gamble, will they walk away when the contract ends, or fight for a forever neither of them expected?

But Kendrick is a smart kid and he knows that I'm faking it. "You need to go now, Freya. I heard my father betting you to the Raven clan, if they'll go home with the head of the alpha then the Raven clan will have you as their reward. Please, we don't have much time, we need to go now." Kendrick said to me and my heart seemed to stop beating when I heard what he just said. I once saw the Raven clan, like Benjie they were also werewolf hunters. They were called the Raven clan because they're a family of 10 men who mercilessly attack and massacre pack after pack. > We need to escape now, Freya. We're going to die tonight in the hands of the Ravens. < Kodaline said through our mind link and I c

That hit on my soft spot and I took a really deep breath. "One honest question a day right? Have you ever wanted to be the ordinary Rosie again? Have a life.. a boyfriend.. a husband.. kids and be happy like everyone else?" He asked and I looked away trying to hold back my emotion. "There's no such thing as a happy ending. It's a fairytale. You bragged about how the novel that you showed me yesterday was so good that it changed a lot of people.. it's a fairytale, Ares. It's not real and it will always be that way." I said angrily.

Most people found it hard to believe my identity but this one went as far as calling me a liar. She continued, "you look like a peasant so why would you claim such a position?" I smiled and took a good look at her. There's something that comes with being wealthy your whole life and it's that you don't have to mouth it. The cash speaks for you. And you can differentiate between a long timer, a newbie and a fake. This girl was certainly a fake.

People were indeed beginning to look and I could hear the distant flashes of the phones in the background. How did rich people live in this type of world where they could have no privacy? “And you think I don't have a reputation to uphold?”, I asked, my voice lowering as a waiter walked past our table. “You're…not prey to such people, Miss Thompson. Point it, we can just go with the story of you being the lovey-dovey one. We met at an event and you chased me till I agreed and fell In love with you. You understand right? Kinda suits our… positions. Besides it's a believable story, I am very attractive and rich” he said, nodding to himself.

A matured feminine voice comments. "Or what if they're not even in a real relationship? What if it's an arranged one?" A voice that settles between feminine and masculine asked. It was as if the question made them all go quiet, even Dave was now peering silently at me. "I didn't know rich people also have the talent of spreading fake rumours" I managed to joke in a whisper. Dave's deep chuckle filled my ears. "They're best at it" He says it like he's not also a rich guy.

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