Novel & Cerita Faking It: Tears Of A Crime

“ Did they threatened you ” “ No, they didn't ” She said. “ Then take me to them.....” “ I can't ” “ Why not ” Vanessa asked this time confused. “ Because... Because it's fake ” She said abd Scott became confused. “ What's fake ? ” He asked. “ The blood is fake haha... It's fake, no one attacked me and my tears aren't real... Gosh I can't believe it actually worked ” Jojo said and suddenly started laughing and everyone became confused apart from Jasper.

And I'm just waiting for a perfect timing when they won't notice. "Can I help you? " I ask them with a fake smile. "No thank you, you don't need to " one of them says as she carry the tray of food. Fuck! This is not going to work. "Ouch!! I screamed and hold my left leg. "OMG what happened " Maria screamed. I had intentionally step on a knife which I intentionally put on the floor. Now my leg are injured with fake tears in my eyes. Fuck it, it stings like hell.

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

“You look upset. Is everything okay? I can only imagine how exhausting it must be—constantly being the underdog." I could barely rein in my hostility. “What is it to you, Claire?” “Well, I just happened to hear something interesting.” She furrowed her brows, feigning deep thought as she sauntered closer. “Something about a fake wife. Is that what you are to Leon? A dirty, cheap, hollow, pathetic lie he’s hiding away?” Her words slapped me like an ice brick. Shock, disbelief, and anger swirling together in a storm I couldn't control. For a moment, I was frozen, then I bit out. "You..."

He leaned on the wall dramatically and act as if I betrayed him. "So this is you now? You're just leaving me alone? It's okay. I'm alraight," he said while holding his chest dramatically and act to fake crying in front of me. "I'm really okay," he said while shedding his invisible tears. This jerk is really driving me crazy. Why do I have a friend like him?

A scheme designed to erase me from his life. Familiar laughter drifted through the crack in the door. "Seriously, Liam, you've got guts," said Marcus, Liam's best friend. "How did you make those silver whip scars look so real?" Liam's expression was relaxed, a stark contrast to the agony he’d shown me. "Three days of drinking beast blood," Liam said casually. "Tastes like filth, but it works. Slows the healing, makes the wounds look legit. Like you really got your ass handed to you."

She said and laughed "What did she do to deserve that much from you huh? What could she have done for her to deserve death from you?" I said with tears rolling down my cheeks "Are you crying?" She said faking pity and I looked at her with so much disgust "I can't believe you can be this disgusting" I said shaking my head with tears rolling down my cheeks

"Aurora, what are you talking about? I know you're grieving, but how is that possible? We all saw him fall into the river... Please, stop making a scene, let him rest in peace!" "Rest in peace?" I stepped off the stage and closed in on her, my eyes piercing through her fake tears. "Scarlett, do you dare swear to God right now? Swear on your own life that Julian is truly dead, and that you haven't been hiding him like a dirty thief?!" "I... you're crazy!" Scarlett backed away, tears spilling over as she looked around helplessly. "Why are you attacking me? I'm just as heartbroken as you are!"

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

I gritted my teeth gasping, inhaling this poisonous air. “You're lying!” I screamed, a train of tears pouring down my face. I hoped this act was believable. These fake tears I had been preparing for all the while in the basement. My practice was paying off, this bastard believed it. He leaned forward, observing my reddened face. Thanks to the gas, the tears looked more profound. “You're a pretty girl. I won't hurt you since they need you–” the sharp tip of the blade cut through my cheeks. Blood trailed down mixing with tears. My shoulders jerked, but I had to endure this torture for the plan.