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.

But she couldn’t and not without destroying both of them. The street got darker as she turned onto the quieter road that led to her apartment. She pulled her jacket tighter around herself and walked faster. Her phone rang and it was the unknown number again. She almost didn’t answer, but something made her swipe the screen. “Hello?” she said, voice barely above a whisper. A man’s voice came through low and rough and it was the same one from the VIP at the club. “Luna. You’ve been ignoring my requests. That’s not very nice.”

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.

Marks opens his mouth, but no words come out. He’s a fish out of water, gasping for air. “He’s a liar and a cheat,” Miller continues, his voice rising. “He’s been lining his pockets with dirty money for years, and he’s finally getting what he deserves. He’s going to jail, and he’ll never see the light of day again.” Miller slams the folder shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Marks slumps in his chair, defeated. Tears stream down his cheeks as he looks at me, silently begging for help. But I’m as stunned as he is, my mind racing to find a way out of this ambush.

“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."

I sniffed. “And don’t worry‚” Sαshα αdded‚ grinning suddenly‚ though I could still see the frustrαtion in her eyes. “I’ll cαll my friends. I’ll set you up with one of the hot guys who’s been eyeing you since dαy one. He’s gorgeous‚ funny‚ αnd trust me‚ he’s been dying to meet you. He’ll be the perfect distrαction. You’ll see. I’ll mαke you forget αll αbout thαt guy tonight.” “Sαshα…” I stαrted‚ shαking my heαd.

“Oh, well they seemed to know each other and wanted a little privacy as one female gave the other some bad and sad news. They both then said that they had to cut their sessions short. I showed them back to the change rooms and that was the last I saw of them.” "You stupid idiot... You are meant to enter it into the computer..." I growl low and turn, leaving Serge to give Zeff a lecture on protocols and head back out the front, I pull out my phone and try Annalise’s phone once more again that annoying computer voice says that it’s unavailable.

he asked me again, which is why I was forced to take his cell phone and put it to my ear. "He-hello, this is Zedrick's wife. Who is this?" I answered nervously. "Hi ma'am, this is Jesille from BHS Company. My boss is asking if Sir Zedrick is available later?" said the woman on the other line. I looked at Zedrickwho is busy driving. Embarrassed, I answered the person on the other line. "My husband and I are on vacation, so he can't come later." I saw Zedrick still shaking his head, because of my response. I don't know how to talk so the explanation I made was natural.