Novel & Cerita Fake You

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

She wasn’t here to find love or friendship, she didn’t mind if she got one though. She checked out accounts in her location and randomly added a few. Should she flirt with some users online or something? It would be fun. And it wouldn't affect her reputation one bit since she was using a fake account. None of them would think it was the Adonia Konstantinos that was chatting with them and she was likely going to get away after she had her fill of them. It was that simple and she bet how fun it would be. With that in mind, she added several more accounts. The truth is, in reality she did not have many friends she could fool around with and she kinda craved it. This new thing was making her thr

“I came to check something, and you didn’t disappoint. You finally proved nice and clear that you just used me in both our lives. Seven days of fake love in a brothel. That would make a wonderful title for a movie, wouldn’t it?” I peered into her eyes, propping myself on my elbow. Tracing her neckline with my free hand, I said. “You started a fake mate bond with me in this life, Dia. Everything about our relationship in this life had been fake from the very beginning. So, yes, you can call me fake and my heart faker. But never question my love for you because in this completely fake me, loving you was the only genuine thing I could manifest.” She clapped, “your words. I must applaud you. You

Caspian said. "What? But I am real. How can I make them think I'm a fake?" Sylvia was taken aback before asking Caspian. "You need to think of that yourself. You can invite some media and reveal that your identity is fake. Your medals were also fake. You faked everything," Caspian said. "Do I need to make myself look like a liar?" Sylvia asked. "You have to. If you want to force them to take action, you must remove their doubts. So, you must endure some injustice," Caspian said.

If resembling a billionaire means I'll someday join their ranks. My thoughts are interrupted by a loud, deep voice, jolting me back to reality. I sigh and glance down at Charlie, still puzzled about why I'm here and why they're showing me pictures of Maya. "You agreed to do something in exchange for your mother's release, remember?" Charlie looks up at me, his eyes serious. "I want you to impersonate Maya St. Clair for three weeks." Time seems to freeze, and I feel like I've stopped breathing. I struggle to find my words, my gaze fixed on Julian again. "What? That doesn't make sense," I stutter, wondering if they're playing some kind of cruel joke on me.

A slow grin spread on the first man's face once again. "Why are we in the fucking 21st century? We use AI, and after our balance is transferred, we run away before she discovers any mischief." Within the next hour, they visited an ally, whose area of specialization was creating fake images. He created an image so disturbingly realistic it could fool anyone. It was a fatal car crash that had blood pooling from Sarah's head. Her lifeless body was hanging upside down from the driver's seat amidst broken glasses and twisted metal. It was perfect.

Zara stood barefoot in front of the mirror, tugging the zipper of her newest silk blouse with one hand while Emilio paced behind her, laptop open, balancing on a teetering stack of forged banking files and birth certificates. “Okay,” he said, typing with one hand and pouring cereal with the other, “our fabricated trust fund is now ‘active’ with $4.2 million of not-real dollars backed by five equally not-real holding companies. Your new financial advisor? Also fake. But the website is stunning.” “Don’t forget to upload the photos of me in Monaco,” Zara said absently, smoothing her hair into a bun sleek enough to murder someone with. “Done. And I added a blurry one where you're wearing sunglas

The system chimed, cheerful and cruel as ever. [Main Mission Activated: Become the CEO’s Shield.] [Task: Accept Fake Relationship Proposal.] [Reward: +15 Affection Points. Failure: Host Termination.] Termination. Again. My lips twitched into something that might have been a smile. “Fake boyfriend. Sure, I can do fake. I’m amazing at fake. My whole life is basically fake.” Dream tilted his head slightly, his tone flat. “So you accept.” “Do I even have a choice?”

Not like I'm in deep trouble with the mafia, and definitely not like I'm working undercover. So I used the safest lie I had. “I’m… fake-dating someone.”