Novel & Cerita Faking It: Tears Of A Crime

Clearing her throat, Emily sat down, smoothening down her blouse. “I'm sorry, Sir but what did you just say? I think I heard wrong. I hope it is wrong” “I want you be my fake girlfriend” Emily blinked, absorbing the shocking offer, “Are you sure of what you have just said, Mr. Sterling?” “I am” "I'm not sure how I feel at the moment" “I completely understand, Ms. Collins. It's a lot to ask," "Sir, I……I appreciate the trust you've placed in me. But engaging in a fake relationship feels... ethically challenging. I also understand the pressure you're facing from your family and it’s a difficult situation. However, I don't want to participate in deceiving your family”

"Okay. Stop crying, please. I'll do anything that you want. Please just forgive me. I'm so sorry." "All?" I was still crying, but in my heart, I was smirking in victory. "Yes," he replied. Ahh... I know these fake cries will work. I am so good! "Promise?" My cry faded instantly. I wiped my fake tears. "Yes, sweetie. Just forgive me." Poor creature, he didn't know I was just making this all up. But duh... it’s okay, it’s his fault too. "Okay." I smiled sweetly at him.

I’m holding a prop silver fork, ready to say my next line, when Marcus, the actor playing my love interest, suddenly drops his character mask. "I can't even look at you," he says, his voice loud enough to carry over the hum of the cooling fans. The cameras are still rolling, the red tally lights glaring like angry eyes. "I mean, how do you do it, Sydney? How do you sit there and pretend to be this victim when we all know you’re a fraud? Stooping that low... faking a whole-ass accident for three years just to get a pity-pass back into the industry? It’s pathetic."

I rambled trying to prove my point! "Yo, yo... No, I don't." She laughed. "Is this sweet boxer nervous?" She asked giggling. "You have to ask me that?" I yelled. "Of course. I am." I confessed. "Okay, okay. I'll would. But make sure you talk about this fake dating with him don't just stare at the guy like you did last time." She warned and I nodded immediately making my best poppy eyes. She called him and they talked for a minute or so, making me look at her as she takes the call.

She hid her face in her hands, crying real tears of shame as the other Omegas backed away from her in disgust. Carl scrambled back to the front of the stage. He grabbed the microphone stand, his hands shaking with rage. "Lies! It is all fake!" Carl screamed into the mic. "It is an AI deepfake! Sylvia faked the audio!" He pointed a shaking finger at Alaric in the shadows. "She made this video to frame me! She wants to cover up her dirty affair with that mute rogue! That stray seduced her, and she is protecting him!" Alpha Triton roared in anger, desperate to salvage his pack's honor. He needed a scapegoat. He pointed at Alaric. "Seize that mute bastard! He ruined my son's reputation! He bring

Tears burned behind my eyes harshly at the fact that all these weren't his fault. Who the hell does he think he is? Somehow, tiny tears lined my eyelids before I could get to the classroom. Right as I stepped in, someone followed in. “Look who it is! If it isn't the big Vienne Reyes.” Amelia's voice mocked like some annoying horsefly that wouldn't let me be. “My! Oh my!” Her minion, Gloria joined in the theatrics. “What has she come to do in the empty classroom now again?” Amelia fake-gasped. “Do we have another test I don't know about? Is she here to plant another cheat paper?!”

I connected to the bank account that had two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in it and sent him twenty thousand dollars for his role. “Pleasure working with you again.” I said as I gave him back the phone. The next step was to crash the car with a dead body inside it, make sure the crash burned the body to a crisp, and then have the police go give Pamela the bad news. And that was how my fake personality Kevin Green died. I wanted to go back to my old life, so I did what every confused guy does. I got a cheap used car and started following Lily around. I was jealous of her. She seemed to have blended in nicely with her new life.

“Do you hear yourself? This isn’t a plan; it’s a script for a psychological thriller.” “Relax, Miss Quinn. You’ll be compensated for your performance.” Her eyes flashed. “Don’t call it a performance. I may be pretending, but I’m not for sale.” I studied her for a long moment. There it was again—that spark. The defiance that separated her from the hollow socialites who floated through my world like expensive ghosts. “Understood,” I said quietly. “You’re not for sale. You’re my equal partner in deception. Better?” “Not much.”

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

“And we ask that you respect our privacy moving forward.” He let go of Sera then, just enough for her to stumble slightly. Sera stood frozen beside him, her lips parted as if she were on the verge of screaming or sobbing. But neither sound came. Only a tremble in her fingers as she clutched the side of her sequined gown. The spotlight caught the unshed tears clinging to her lashes. She blinked them back and raised her chin with practiced grace, but it cracked around the edges. She recovered quickly, masking her humiliation with a plastic smile. Her face was a mask, one she wore well. But I saw through it.