Fake Saint นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His mind was going haywire with the possibilities of suspense. Stuart's voice was filled with tiredness as if his life was over. "That would be great, I will look forward to it. But there is one thing I want to ask and I can not wait to know about it. So just answer this last question. Why is he pretending to be a singing beggar if he is a billionaire?" "Yes sir. I would love to answer all your questions. His real name is Christian Evercast, He is famous in New York City for his ugly face and great Money. Why is he faking his ugly face, Nobody Knows."

Fucking bastard! ****

“Now that I know what’s going on, I’m helping.” I frowned slightly. Sarafina pointed at me firmly. “Nobody is finding out your secret because of me.” “Sarafina—” “Nope.” She crossed her arms confidently. “I’m going to put on the performance of a lifetime.” I laughed softly. “Performance?” “Yes.” She grinned. “The fake mate thing.” “Oh God.” “I’m serious.” She looked entirely too excited now. “I’ll make everybody believe we’re disgustingly in love.” “That sounds horrifying.”

Firstly how to get inside the club (This is where Xain comes in) Get his attention # Santo De Luca the biggest player in the whole of America# Get called to his floor Have sex with him Collect 100 grand Save Sophie Chances of success 98% Chances of failure 2%" I said it exactly how I wrote it down "Wow you really have everything down" Xain collected the paper from me "Yes I do so let's get down to phase 1 Shall we"

She accurately picked up on the words ‘fake her illness’ from what Christian said. “Does Fiona like to fake her illness always?”

“My parents are Carol and Adam. My mate is Ashley English. You, me, and Milo have appointments on Monday to get fitted for tuxedos for my wedding. You're my best man, bro. Milo is the only other groomsman. Bronx, please listen to me.” “Saint, it’s a trick. It’s got to be.” I pull Saint back enough to assess if what he’s saying is true. As I come forward, my vision wavers and turns blurry before it clears again. The fake Reggie’s face sags and stretches as it turns into the old hag. She still has her hands high in the air, but one is holding the knife she disemboweled me with. She’s scared. She can’t hold on to her glamour.

Weird woman. When I am already outside the bar, I look sideways to see where she is and my eyes narrow in confusion when I spotted her not too far from the exit and a van pulled over in front of her. It took me a minute to realize what’s going on. I saw that the men inside the bar who are also wearing black outfits are forcing her to enter the van. I immediately tried to think of a way to help her and saw a bouncer with a gun in his hand, I stole it away, not minding his reaction. I aimed the gun in the direction of the van and fired, careful not to shoot Shane. My sudden appearance probably shocked the black outfit men and didn’t expect me there. The two guys let go of Shane’s arms and the

“He’s the one who told me. I went to a clinic because I felt like I’d been hit by a train all week, and guess who walks in with my test results like a plot twist from a soap opera?” “What?” Abigail practically shrieks. “You've had no contact with the guy for almost two months, and then out of the blue, Dr. Sexy just waltzed into your exam room? That's crazy? I swear, if you're pulling my leg.” “Chill, chica, there's more,” I exhale. “He claims he didn’t even know it was me until he looked up from the chart because I'd given him a fake name back in Chicago.” “Oh my God. I told you that was going to get you into trouble someday. Jesus, Em. What were you thinking?”

slow, deliberate and sharp thuds echoing in the room. "Do you want a reminder?" Silvio asked, a cruel smirk tugging at the corner of his lips "Because I believe you remember what comes with a reminder." Dr. Saint instantly dropped to his knees, hands raised in a pleading gesture "Please... forgive me Don, i have done a terrible thing" Silvio's gaze remained locked on him "What terrible thing have you done?" Saint dared a glance at him, then lowered his eyes "I..I forged a fake DNA test" he admitted, voice breaking.

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.