Romans & histoires Fake Saint

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.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

“Tiffany and Andrea, are you ok.” “Yes, we are,” they both answer. “Santiago, who Fuck is that?” “Sir, there's no registration for that vehicle. However, I can identify the face of a guy who was not wearing a mask. They call him Saint. There are no records on his server; it's as if he was a ghost up until now.”

"Hello Neena, We have taken permission to meet the CEO. Can you tell him that Stella is here?" "Sure, Ma'am. " I saw her quickly dial the phone. By that time, Stella Ma'am was checking her makeup. Sophia gave a smack to make me notice Stella Ma'am's doings. As soon as Neena permitted us to enter, Stella turned towards us and said, "Just wait a moment. I will call you guys in, okay" then, she went in. "Haven't you noticed how she checked herself before getting in…?? I think she got a crush on him. Who won't !! He is a super hottie multi-billionaire after all !!" Sophia whispered. And Neena glared at Sophia to shut her mouth.

I realized I had forgotten to block his contact completely. A new call came in. I hesitated. Then I answered. “Sylvia.” His voice was hoarse. “Where are you? Let me come to you. We need to talk.” “There is nothing to talk about. From the moment you completed your formal registration with her at City Hall, we were done. Do not contact me again.” The line was quiet for a second. “Sylvia. Six years. You will not even let me explain?” “Explain what? Why you gave me a fake mark while you registered with her as mates? Damon, why did you think I would wait forever?”

“Next time you guess wrong… I’m bending you over and fu.cking this pu.ssy until you can’t walk. Understood?” I could only nod breathlessly. ~~~~~ I needed to get out a bit. Miraculously, Leon actually let me out. “Go wherever you want,” he’d said, handing me a thick stack of cash like it was nothing. “Just not out of the country. Security stays with you.” Freedom, even limited, tasted sweet. I used the fake name (Diana Floss )at St. Mary’s Fertility Clinic. Paid everything in cash. Sat in the sterile waiting room with my heart hammering, secretly praying the doctor would tell me I could have kids. At least then I’d stop losing hope.