Fake Saint Novels & Stories

The police released an official statement denying all rumors and accusations against me and them for bribery. Riding on the momentum, I then released a ton of evidence online. I wrote that Meryl was an impostor whose son committed marriage fraud to get the wife to look after her illegitimate twins. I then spent some more money to bump it up to the headlines. Paul appeared as well, backing up everything I said and bringing more traffic and attention to my post. After that, I set up a fund to help victims of marriage fraud divorce their partners. With that, my company also made the headline news as well. And because of our newfound popularity, many of our items sold out. We even received huge

"Here's my card." ​ Without another word, he opened the door and walked out, leaving me alone in the sudden silence of my room. ​ I sank down onto the edge of my bed, staring at the black card. I knew he had thrown me a massive lifeline last night, and I genuinely wanted to repay his kindness... but a fake relationship with an NHL superstar was just too high of a price. Cole had already destroyed my trust. If I entered a fake relationship with a guy like Ethan, I was definitely going to end up catching real feelings and getting hurt. I couldn't risk my mental health like that.

I wanted him so bad. I am not really sure if it’s because of my persistence that he asked me to be his fake girlfriend. Yes, I was contented with that. I was his fake girlfriend in college and no one knew about that except the two of us. From what I remember, he asked me to pretend because he doesn’t like how the girls flock at him every time. Having a girlfriend is the only way that those girls will stop. It was really fun. I was known to be Ashanti Michaels, the girlfriend of the infamous Kristoff Marx. Everyone respected me because I wrapped Kristoff around my fingers. Well, no one knew it was all fake and staged. Everything was just for show.

“Let me get this straight—you're fake dating a brooding trillionaire, you're being stalked by his possibly murderous family, your ex and his psycho fiancée are plotting your downfall, and you’ve got a bodyguard that looks like sin with a security approval?” I nodded, too tired to lie. Sophia squeezed her heart. “This is better than The Bachelor. And you didn’t even tell me until now?” “You were mad at me,” I pouted. “Said I ghosted you.” She waved a hand. “I revoke all feelings. You’re forgiven on the grounds of juicy gossip and potential hot bodyguard-in-law.” “Not happening.” “Not yet.” Another sip. Another look. “And you, miss ‘I just wanted to fake date to save face’…are head over heels

Stella was about to lose her temper when Renea stopped her. Sophia looked surprised and said, “Are they really fake? How could they be fake? Did you run out of money, sell the real tickets and buy fake ones to try and pass off?” Sophia’s voice was moderate, but it was enough for the fans of Richard who were queuing for ticket checks around them to hear her. They shot angry glances in response. Then, Sophia proudly entered the venue with her ticket. Stella clenched her fist and rebuked, “Renea, you shouldn’t have stopped me. People like her deserve a good beating.”

“How do you know Greg is alive?” Sophia did not speak anything but showed him the life certificate of Greg Warner. “Okay? Now tell me where do I find Greg.” Saul saw the certificate and burst into laughter pushing his head back. His normal nomad blue eyes turned Saturn round and were a-flush with triumph as if he cracked an important business deal. “Is this the proof he gave you? My innocent baby wife….” He pulled her cheek booming out a guffaw. “You pay a few bucks, ten such fake certificates can be produced.”

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."

“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

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.