Fake Saint Novels & Stories

In it stated that, “Serena Whitmore had faked her own death in order to defraud Damien Holt of his legitimate assets. She had fled the country under a false identity. She had subsequently ingratiated herself with a dying billionaire and positioned herself as his heir. She had then used that inheritance to conduct a hostile acquisition of companies connected to her former husband's holdings, which constituted continued financial harm to an identified victim.” The documents supporting this were, in the places that mattered, authentic. The death declaration records were real — I had them filed and I knew they were good and authentic.

What's with the fake sentiments? Fabian, however, shoved forward with the same arrogance and pride he had always carried. His face was red, furious and embarrassed. At least some people never change. "This is a joke!" he barked. "She's a fraud. A pretender. You freaking died-how can you fake your own death and come back as an Alpha? That isn't possible, she's an abomination, a fucking disgusting hybrid." I didn't spare him a glance; all I did was roll my eyes.

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

Eldrian muttered while talking on his cell phone. The man seemed to be exaggerating Ilona's request, who wanted him to be her temporary boyfriend when her mother came to Jakarta. But it seems that Eldrian is starting to live up to his fake status with all his heart. The man suddenly smiled to himself when he found out that Ilona had left a chat message for him.

Stefan covered his ears tightly tonight because even though it was late at night, the screams of insults still reached his ears, but he paid no heed. That's because Stefan is up late and busy fiddling with his phone designing a sophisticated programme to get more orders. The name of the programme: SJ-Gacor. S is his own name and J is John. [10% ...] [35% ...] [60% ...] [100% ...]

Xavia stopped in her tracks, and she turned around to look back at him as she instinctively explained, “No! That news is fake!” Fake? Zivon sneered. He raised the cell phone in his hand. “Are the photos fake too?” His low and rising voice carried a hint of sarcasm and ridicule. Xavia was stunned for a moment. Those photos were all real, but they were captured intentionally. So, it was no different from fake ones! She was just about to explain… “Young Master Burton, Xavia, good morning.” A warm and pleasant voice said. A few people turned around as they followed the sound of the voice, and they saw the gentlemanly Stefan dressed in a suit and a pair of leather shoes, coming in with a bouquet

And choosing she must slip away from their questioning before they caught on she was lying, she had hurried off to get herself a fresh drink. Whatever in the world was that, KYOLINE?" ISAAC ploshed up behind her at the patio bar, spilling water all over the stones. She blinked slowly. "I needed it to be believable, and I have, uh, standards, so I wouldn't necessarily fall for a guy unless there was something really amazing about him." "I'm your fake fiancé," he emphasized. "Uh, so? So lower your goddamn standards," he growled. VINCENT DANZA approached. "Did I hear KYOLINE call you fluffy bunnykins?" He laughed out loud. "Why does she call you that?

Laughing. Not a normal laugh but a cruel one. "Foolish people," she says. "So stupid. Hahaha. They think I'm a fool like them." I freeze. "Walking around with a fake bump. Pretending to have morning sickness. They actually believe it." Another laugh. "Robert Seaman, the great businessman, fooled by a pillow and some acting." My heart pounds. I step closer to the door. Sandra keeps talking to herself.

Easton went towards the window and was taking deep breaths. “One was not enough, now there are two” he muttered. “Gorilla seriously?” he said angrily. “Will you both shut up and let me speak” said Easton loudly. The both were now silent. “Matilda this is Alejandro, Alejandro this Matilda, my solution,” he said while crossing his arms. “Means you have found the girl who agrees to be your fake fiancé,” he said laughing. “He knows?”asked Matilda. “Of course now I am his childhood friend” he said while crossing his arms.

“Dante?' Zoëlla rolled her eyes. “Then what did she do?' He asked again. ”She faked her pregnancy and some illegal scan dealings, and now she's having a fun time in jail." Sia said stuffing her face with paella. “What did Fernando do?" Kathy asked. “He was the one that told Ale to call the cops. He was so angry and ashamed." Zoëlla added as they laughed it out. “But what got into her, like what was she thinking?" Coco asked after a while. “Perhaps she thought Ale would fall for her and marry her because she claimed to be bearing his child, what a poor soul," Dante added.