Novel & Cerita Fake Saint

I was tired of Stella’s pretense and the excuses from Shaun and Jaxon. I had enough of their lies. I snorted and said, “Stella, you can’t pretend forever. Just remember, I don’t want them anymore. I hope you three are happy, but please leave me alone.” Shaun said urgently, “Quiana, don’t read too much into this. I said it was my fault. I broke my promise. Just give me another chance. I promise—” “Your promises mean nothing to me!” I interrupted him and looked at him wearily.

She stood there without knowing what to say. At that point, she could not lie, it was useless to lie because Sarah already knew that she was in contact with Lauren. When she stood there for a long time without saying anything, she scratched her hair. "I'm sorry, Sarah. My name's not Estrellita and I'm not a Colombian. Everything I told you is a lie, I just faked everything just to get the job of being your assistant." The girl said calmly.

ad "I didn't see that," Safira answered in a straight voice, she suppressed the curiosity and disappointment in her heart. "I don't understand what you are saying but to me, Davino is not a fake guy, what is fake, I don't even understand, we had a hot night and no problem." Sarah chuckled, mocking Safira's statement. "Eh, you're trying to trick me huh, that dick is fake, how could it get up! It can't even get an erection, and it never responds to anything I do."

Because now she truly felt so low. Herself, her body, everything about her had become someone else's property. From head to toe. Every inch of her body. Maybe even her soul was included. Jane was no different from a decoration item in a store. She couldn't do anything when she found out that Madam Lexa, who was now her former boss, had sold her without even trying to keep her or at least asking her first. She sold her to Lucas, a man she had just met last night. The man she thought was a good guy, different from the men out there.

My driver and assistant seemed shocked also. "It is a famous company in the US. I used to live there." I nodded. At least he didn't know that I had a child. "How come you are in Singapore?" I ask him, but he seems uncomfortable with my question. "Never mind," I said. "I got scammed by an agency, and they said I will have nice work here but nothing." I feel sorry for him so suddenly. Then I remember, what if I should hire him as my fake husband? I scan him from head to toe.

"Visa Infinite. Mastercard Black. American Express Centurion. None are fake." "Why would they be fake? I'm an exemplary citizen. I pay my taxes. Well, Christopher's accountants pay them." "You are an incubus who assumed the identity of a human heir," he stared at me. "Most supernatural beings use fake identities. Fake documents. Fake cards." "I'm not most." I smiled, a thin smile. "I'm a Rockefeller. Everything is real. Including the golden retriever that hates me." "You have a golden retriever?" asked Reyes, momentarily distracted.

"Truthfully? I think it's farcical and demeaning to everything we've built together. You've become an invaluable partner and friend. This whole fake relationship feels like a violation of the trust between us." I twisted my hands anxiously on the tabletop. "But I can't deny the potential consequences if we let this circus play out unchecked. So, I'm asking..." I took a deep breath. "Will you consider being my fake boyfriend, at least temporarily?" I finally broke eye contact, hoping against hope he'd agree to indulge this ludicrous notion. Chris was silent for a long moment before exhaling heavily. "You know I'd never jeopardize our work or your well-being, right?" His voice had taken on tha

She cuts my remarks off instantly. "Wait, wait, wait. So this guy's dad posted a post for his son? Why?" She laughs loudly. "I think his kid has just recently been cheated on by his fiancée for like two years or something. His dad wants him to be happy again or to help increase his self-worth. I'm simply going to be a rebound. It's perfect. I don't want a meaningful connection with this man, I simply want to be compensated. Guess how much he is prepared to pay me to be his false girlfriend."

“Well, he’ll do it either way, so what do you have to lose? Perhaps he might surprise you by telling you he feels the same way.” Florence highly doubted it, even though she desperately wished it was true. There was no way Scott faked his feelings the entire time they were together on their honeymoon. There was no way he was that attentive, kind, and passionate toward each woman he slept with or took on a vacation. Florence wanted so hard to believe she was different to him. That he had never felt that way with anyone else. That he treated her differently. If not, how could she explain to herself how he made her feel? Should she believe that he was able to trick her into believing he cared fo

Almost too perfectly timed. Then a voiceover. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” It was Marla. One-half of the snarky influencer couple who’d always seemed suspicious of them. “But what if I told you it wasn’t real?” she continued. “What if they weren’t a couple at all… but two strangers who faked everything to win a fifty-thousand-dollar prize?” Gasps. Lake’s stomach dropped. Ivy stood, eyes wide. “No…” she whispered. The video kept playing. A voice recording—not clear where it had been taken, but unmistakably Lake’s: