Fake Saint Novels & Stories

That look would have made me blush before, but right now, it made me feel disgusted. ‘You look beautiful,’ his eyes roved all over me. I scoffed. ‘You shouldn’t be in here.’ ‘Ha! And miss dad announcing your sham of an engagement?’ He laughed. ‘I know you both are lying. Xavier’s never committed to anyone. He’s a player. You’ve never read the tabloids, Harper?’ I wanted to yell at him, tell him to go to hell for making my life miserable, but I didn’t. ‘Get out of here, Stan,’ I simply said, my voice surprisingly calm.

lut. I was so embarrassed, I faked being sick just to stay home. My mom didn’t buy it, but I convinced her that I was too heartbroken and needed a break. My eyes pricked, and I blinked rapidly to stop tears from falling. "Oh, sweety, come here." Sienna scooped closer on the couch and gave me a hug. "If I had known this beforehand, I would never have agreed to work for the AMR group. Do you want me to quit?"

Shanon led Sarah towards the sofa while giving her a gentle rub on her shoulder to calm her down. “Tell me what happened. How could Stevan cheat, when I'm sure he really loves you?" “He cheated on me, Shanon. The damn bastard did it while I was on vacation in California to get an exotic tan. I did all this for him," Sarah suddenly cried hysterically while hugging Shanon's shoulders tightly. Shanon cringed at how strange her best friend was because she could turn into a whiny girl so quickly after previously standing arrogantly in front of Anthony.

And I— I pressed my fingers against the windowsill. You are a contract wife, I told myself. You signed a document. You have a clause. You are here for five thousand dollars a month and your mother's debt and that is the precise and total extent of what this is. But there was Kai's voice in my head — he's better when you're here — and there was last night, the hotel room, the wine and the laughing and what if I'm not faking — And there was the way Zane had looked at her.

"How? Are you cutting things off with him, or are you just saying that to keep me calm until this blows over and things go right back to how they were? Kayla, where does he actually stand with you? Where do I stand?" I caught a shadow shifting in the doorway and kept going. "As long as you cooperate, I can balance things between you and Yuvan." "Balance things? The way you balanced things by faking PTSD so you could save yourself for him? Or were you already planning to swap things around later, pass off Yuvan's child as mine? Kayla, if you're going to ask something of me, you need to hold yourself to the same standard first." She stared at me, clearly caught off guard that I knew the PTSD h

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 someone on the front page. This behavior never suits my name." I really wanted to shout right at his face but he didn’t let me. His voice turned colder at

Laughing, I took another pillow and hit my friend. "Stop it, what you're doing is disgusting!" I laughed out loud here. Laughingly, she seat down again. "I'm not kidding, Eliza! Come on, wake up from your modesty. Do you really want to lose your handsome and muscular husband? You're not the only girl in the world so think before everyone catches on!”

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

What have I done to all these people? He was more terrifying than all the people that had ever tried to kill me. Way more terrifying. He smiled again, and his handsome face looked like a reflection of Satan. “Oh, pardon me. I have not introduced myself. My name is Saint. Due to a woman’s generosity, I just got out of jail, and I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun together.” His horrifying words kept echoing in my mind… until I surrendered to the drug, and my eyes slid shut.

The system chimed, cheerful and cruel as ever. [Main Mission Activated: Become the CEO’s Shield.] [Task: Accept Fake Relationship Proposal.] [Reward: +15 Affection Points. Failure: Host Termination.] Termination. Again. My lips twitched into something that might have been a smile. “Fake boyfriend. Sure, I can do fake. I’m amazing at fake. My whole life is basically fake.” Dream tilted his head slightly, his tone flat. “So you accept.” “Do I even have a choice?”