Faker Shh Novels & Stories

Shaking him from my head, I send another pic, this time using a different angle as I slide the card across the bar. Damien: Where's your ring? Damien: Hannah? He calls me, and I immediately deny it. Damien: My family manufactures that phone you're using. Don't think I'm above tracking you. I roll my eyes at his exhausting threat, going into my settings to turn my phone to airplane mode. What, does he think I'm stupid? After tossing it back into my purse and zipping it shut, I meet Sofia's gaze. "That bad, huh?" "Worse," I grumble as the bartender returns with our shots, salt lining their sides with lime wedges skewered on their rims.

I said, as he turned toward me. “Well damn. Hopefully there weren't any really good ones. You know I’ve really been thinking about moving here. To the States. I like it here a lot,” he said, reaching for my cheek. His hand was warm, but I felt absolutely nothing else. *Stop this now,* Sasha warned. *Oh come on, females have been faking it since the beginning of time,* I said, snickering. *If he was the right one you wouldn’t need to fake anything,* she said.

That is our first talk in mobile. That day... At night 10.50 my mobile ringed. I noticed that it's from Shiva and take it in fraction of secs. Hello, who's this, I try to annoyed him. Your handsome, Shiva said Sorry but I have many handsome person in my life, I said to him teasingly. Oh then try to remember the person who made you blush like no tomorrow, he said in his husky voice. I started to blush thinking about our moments, but acting like normal I said, sorry I think you called a wrong person because no one made me blush.

Hannah replied. "Good night Hannah, and please take care of yourself and Joey." Clark said. "Take care of yourself too, bye." Hannah replied. * After the phone call with Clark, Hannah replied their dm with her approval. * *Sasha's Mansion* Sasha emptied more and more cups of alcohol. "Girl that's enough, this is your forth cup and you are getting tipsy already." Mimi said. "Allow me to drink, I'm so stupid, don't you get it! I fucking lost 6 thousand followers already!" Sasha yelled.

Hahaha. “Yes, ha-ha-ha he’s sensible.” Shin said almost in a whisper. I secretly blew air. Shin’s help failed again.

I press my lips tight. " That's not fair Shelly. We called you many times. And check your message box. " Sas says. I sneak a look at him. His phone is hoisted up to his ear. I smile as I lose into my view, " Oh My God! " I hear Saavi. I feel something brushing against my stomach. She tickles me on my stomach. I squeal and erupt into a loud laugh. Sas holds both my hands. So, I couldn't protest, " Saavi! Sas! Stop! " I say through my laughter.

No one but those in S' inner circle know what S looks like. And although S is famous and well known in the industry, no one knows S' gender. We refer to S as 'They'. 'They' communicates without ever being in touch with anyone and uses a fake voice. It's obvious They's voice is programmed, yet no one has ever tried to uncover 'Their' identity because no one can. "What shall I owe the honour of such an unexpected call at this hour?" My eyes are fixed on my phone as I said that. "Business, of course. How do you enjoy settling in?" So S called just to check in? I beg to differ, there must be an agenda. There always is.

“Public appearances. Joint statements. Romantic paparazzi moments.” “And then we fake-breakup?” “Eventually. Or maybe not.” I stared at him. “You’re enjoying this.” “I enjoy puzzles,” he said. “And right now, you’re the most interesting one in the room.” He buttoned his cuff again and headed for the door. “Sleep tight, fiancée,” he called over his shoulder. And then he was gone. ______________________________________________________________________ I woke up to thirty-two missed calls, three back-to-back headlines, and a group chat explosion titled “ADELAINE WTF?” — in all caps. Zain’s name also pops up. He had the nerve to still text me.

Meanwhile, I made a fake call to myself. “Yes,” I said, answering the phone. I pretended to listen for a while. As the screen scrolled rapidly, I intended to prolong the conversation. “Yes, the amount is six million, I'm still waiting for the email.” I hoped the police wouldn't be too late. Otherwise, our exit wouldn't be as easy as I thought. “Yes, Luke Freeman will receive the money. He's my brother!” My mood improved as the accounts on the screen hit zero one by one. I didn't think I'd be having fun while in the middle of a dangerous situation, but I was actually enjoying myself quite a bit.

I rushed the last part out, too nervous to monitor my phrasing. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, dreading his reaction to this insane proposition. The weighted silence stretched out until he finally cleared his throat. "I see. And what's your stance on this... unorthodox publicity moves between us?" My throat felt dry, but I forced myself to hold his intense gaze. "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."