Fake Saint Novels & Stories

Samantha froze. She looked at Vincent and asked stiffly, "What do you mean?" Vincent pointed at the panicked Fiona behind her and revealed the truth, his voice steady and merciless. "She is not the daughter of your savior. The real Fiona died a long time ago. That girl is just a sickly girl from the orphanage. She stole Fiona's identity to survive. And that scratch back then happened because Daisy found out the truth. This girl staged the whole thing to gain your trust!"

Lilas Pov “If you’re planning on murdering me and dumping my body in a vat of motor oil, just know that my ghost will haunt your playlist and change every song to polka music.” Lila stood in the center of the ‘Sanctuary,’ her hands on her hips, looking like a high-fashion pixie who had accidentally wandered into a post-apocalyptic garage. The warehouse smelled like gasoline, stale cigarettes, and testosterone—the kind of place where OSHA went to die.

I said, trying to push past her. ​Sarah grabbed my shoulder, her nails digging into the fabric of my blazer. "No, we know exactly what you are. You’re a fake. You’re a charity case in a designer dress. You probably only kept him around because Jax wasn't enough for you, right? Did the Ghost give you something we couldn't? Or was he just easy to manipulate?" ​"Let go of me, Sarah."

Mia replied, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. They chatted briefly, with small talk, harmless questions, and polite laughter. Mia played her role perfectly, nodding when needed, smiling on cue, pretending her heart wasn’t racing out of control. All the while, Max watched. He watched his cousins’ reactions, the way their eyes flicked to the ring, the way their tone shifted when they realized this wasn’t a joke or a rumour. Everything was noted. Everything mattered. And as the minutes passed, Mia could only hope that the night would end soon. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep up with the facade of being Max Hult fiancée. it was hard to force a smile.

Dante asked. The guests were already clearly visible. A few of them noticed us and turned to stare. As I turned to face him, I noticed more and more people turning to look. A phone's camera light flashed somewhere. “Yes, I have. Note that's it's contract wife though, not a real wife. Just to save your image,” I said. Dante studied me for a moment, as though wondering what could have made me change my mind so quickly. “Alright,” he finally said, and I could almost see the internal shrug. “I will ring my lawyer now.”

“You look upset. Is everything okay? I can only imagine how exhausting it must be—constantly being the underdog." I could barely rein in my hostility. “What is it to you, Claire?” “Well, I just happened to hear something interesting.” She furrowed her brows, feigning deep thought as she sauntered closer. “Something about a fake wife. Is that what you are to Leon? A dirty, cheap, hollow, pathetic lie he’s hiding away?” Her words slapped me like an ice brick. Shock, disbelief, and anger swirling together in a storm I couldn't control. For a moment, I was frozen, then I bit out. "You..."

I glare up at Matteo. “Sareena, oh thank God. Sareena, the recording was a fake, and so was that nurse. Sophia and Svetlana orchestrated it all. And the Bratva, they manipulated it with AI. Damian just found out today. Come back, Reens!” Gabby’s voice blasts through the speaker, urgent and cracking.

I immediately grabbed the officiant's microphone and shouted, "This video's fake! Everyone, don't believe it! This is an AI-generated deepfake video! I trust Isaac, and he would never do anything to betray me! This is fake!" Then, I said to Isaac, "Call the police right now! Whoever did this needs to be arrested immediately!"

The ring glittered on my finger. I lifted my hand and stared. The diamond caught the light, throwing tiny rainbows across the walls. It was beautiful. It was expensive. It was fake. But my wolf didn't care. She purred, curled inside me like a cat in sunshine, completely content. I didn't know what was real anymore. My phone buzzed. Santos: Did I pass the test? Leah: You passed. Barely. Santos: I was perfect and you know it.