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I said but it sounded so unreal, it felt like I was only being defensive and I was actually guilty of what I was being accused of. Marcus swiped to another photo—me alone in the bathroom, my face red, eyes puffy from crying. "Look at this," he said, his voice rising. "Cynthia faking tears to get sympathy from teachers after Fanny’s death playing the victim card like she wasn’t the one behind the set up" Gasps filled the hall, whispers turning to shocked murmurs: "I can't believe it…she seemed so inspiring, like a role model. We almost idolized her."

He asked and then I pretending to be scared "What is wrong?? What happened?? He asked looking quite worried and the thought of CJ being worried about gave me goosebumps "I.. I.. am scared.. I c.ant sleep.. I have a terrible nightmare and.. and... " I fake a cry and started shedding crocodile tears CJ slowly rubbed his hand on my back and assured me that everything is okay I quickly wrapped my hand around his neck and hugged him tightly, I know he was shocked and he try to pull away but I was not ready to let go and started my fake sob again "Pls CJ. Just do me a favour by staying with me tonight.. Pls just this favour.. I am really scared " I said and he didn't say anything for some minutes

The arrogant, high-fashion, entirely untouchable socialite had been completely, utterly shattered. She was left behind as a terrified, calculating, entirely desperate Delta who had just realized she had pushed the absolute wrong button on a fully armed nuclear weapon. Tears rapidly welled up in her stormy grey eyes. Fake tears. Calculated, entirely manipulative tears. Even from across the room, I could smell the distinct, undeniable lack of genuine sorrow or regret in her scent. It smelled like sour manipulation. "Maverick... please," she sobbed dramatically. She reached out a trembling, manicured hand, attempting to gently touch the expensive lapel of his suit jacket.

He closed his eyes. Somewhere inside, guilt whispered that she was fragile, that he owed her comfort. But deeper still, another voice echoed—a voice he hadn’t heard in a long time. > “Don’t trust the tears of a heart that feels nothing.” --- The next morning, chaos erupted again. Hospital CCTV footage leaked online—showing Revania smiling subtly at the camera just seconds before pretending to faint. Public opinion shifted overnight. > “Wait, look! She was totally faking it.” “She smiled before collapsing. That’s not natural!”

She screamed falling on her knees as tears covered her whole face, This is the first time I'm seeing Lady Bianca so vulnerable. I never realize I was in tears till my tears dropped on the back of my palm She stood up with fake tears on her face, her gaze focused on me "Do you know the most interesting part of all this?" "No……" I shook my head sideways, I couldn't talk I was traumatized from hearing all of that, I watch Lady Bianca took slow stride towards me the look on her face was no longer the compassionate look she use to give me, this time her stares are bloody, She stopped

And i just looked at the pics in my hand while tears in my eyes. There were many pics of mine with different men in compromised position but those all were fake. None were real. "How dare you to call about my di such disgusting words. I will kill you..." Nick screamed at top of his voice. "Pa...papa... these are not real...i...i never did som—something like this..." I said while crying profusely. He has tears in his eyes... he wanted to say something but did not able to. Just say, you don't believe these things... just say it na, this is important for me... please.

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."

“Please sit down.” She sat, trembling. Ethan’s lawyer raised his hand. “Your Honor, my client requests a recess,” “Denied.” The judge looked at Ethan. “Plaintiff Ethan Rhodes, you are suspected of faking a plane crash, laundering money, and illegal fundraising. This case will be transferred to law enforcement.” Ethan stood. “Your Honor, I did not,” “Your recording, chat logs, and ledgers all corroborate each other. If you want to explain, go to the economic crimes investigators.”

“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

I wore red at that time when they were murdered and died. "I could leave you then. Just think about my proposal. Sure, you have no choice left." He shot me one last look before marching away. The softly closed door brought me back to myself, to the present. He's right, I have no choice. I stared at the closed door. I don't trust him. But I need his help because he knows better. It's just 3 months into a fake marriage. I took a deep breath. Tomorrow I will think about that, not today. I'm sleepy. I'll be acting as the famous nonexistent Vara Samonte.