Fake Saint Novels & Stories

“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..."

Kaila said crying. “Am sorry” Greg weakly said as he look at the heartbroken kaila. “It’s ok.. just heal ok” she said hugging his hot body. At the Stan underground cabin, saint sat as his boss Stan junior stare at him. “Did you say anything to Stranger?” He asked for saint to shake his head. “No boss… I didn’t know what happened, he asked for my release” saint said for Stan to laugh. “Then how did he know you have a daughter?, and his men even came for her” Stan ask for saint to bow his head.

That was the perfect way to stage Sophia's escape. Saige sighed. “I have everything ready, Soph. I have a driver that will drive you to the airport. He’s at the back door of this building," "What if someone recognizes me somewhere?" "No one will,” Saige opened her purse, then brought out a passport and an ID. She waved it in front of Sophia. “I have a fake ID and passport ready for you. You’re going to the airport as Armanda Costello and not as Sophia's Bennett," Sophia stared at the photographs in the passport and ID card, then pursed her lips. “The person here has blonde hair and green eyes,” She looked back up at Saige. “I have brown hair and eyes,"

Harry gave them a stink eye and sulked, by folding his arms on his chest. John believed, that this cheerful person in front of him, was real Sia Martin, who had been busy hiding herself from the world. But now, she was out of that shell and he was determined to not let her go back to her illusion self again.

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.

Santos asked. I looked up at him. Then back at the phone. Then back at him. "Maybe we need to cancel the fake engagement," I said. Santos's eyebrow went up again. "Why?" I dropped into the chair across from his desk, suddenly exhausted. "Because I just agreed to plan my ex-best friend's wedding to a woman who is secretly evil, and I clearly have no self-respect." "She's evil?" Santos sounded curious. "I can't prove it.” I admitted. "But I feel it. She's too sweet. It's not real. Every time she smiles at me, I feel like she's enjoying my pain."

What if the real Claire suddenly appeared and I lost my only chance to explore this intriguing fake version who had already caught my interest so strongly? I refused to let that happen. I picked up my phone and sent a quick message to Stanley. Me: Look up her real information. I need every detail including her contact info. A few minutes later, Stanley’s notification appeared on my screen. Everything I needed to know about my fake wife to be filled the report. I read through the details carefully. Her name was Sarah. Twenty two years old. A struggling young woman working low paying jobs while dreaming of opening her own small restaurant. No powerful family connections. No hidden agenda that

“This is my first offense, and there were no serious consequences. Please let me go!” Sienna was unmoved, and she slowly rolled up her sleeves. The impostor was so anxious that he was about to burst into tears. He could only keep howling, “It’s really my first time swindling people. It’s all Heather Satchell’s fault for saying that she would give half of her assets to anyone who could save her daughter’s life. I happen to have some medical knowledge so I thought that I would try my luck in case I had some blind luck. I really did not think…”

" Hey !! This is cheating. You can't come here and can't react. You are angry now." " And what about you? Are you not cheating? You are not telling his name. Either tell me his name or I will tickle you. " " No !! I already told you thrice... " " Don't lie... I didn't hear. Did you, Sid? " He asked him and Siddharth shook his head. " I already said that thrice. Gautam... His name is Gautam. Ok ?? " " What?? Seriously?? " He was shocked and I nodded.

Meanwhile, I made a fake call to myself. “Yes,” I said, answering the phone. I pretended to listen for a while. As the screen scrolled rapidly, I intended to prolong the conversation. “Yes, the amount is six million, I'm still waiting for the email.” I hoped the police wouldn't be too late. Otherwise, our exit wouldn't be as easy as I thought. “Yes, Luke Freeman will receive the money. He's my brother!” My mood improved as the accounts on the screen hit zero one by one. I didn't think I'd be having fun while in the middle of a dangerous situation, but I was actually enjoying myself quite a bit.