Romans & histoires Faking It: Tears Of A Crime

"You're an orphan with no family ties. Serve a few years inside, and I'll pay you enough to live comfortably for the rest of your life. When you're out, I'll handle everything." He paused, his eyes narrowing behind the lenses. "But if you refuse, I'll use every resource at my disposal to ensure you can't survive in this city. And all the money I've given you? It will be reclaimed." Money... He knew it was both my weakness and my armor. My tears splashed onto the confession paper as I trembled from head to toe. The system prompted: "Host's acting skills at Oscar level. Strategy mission enters final settlement phase. Prepare for Faking Death exit."

"How? Are you cutting things off with him, or are you just saying that to keep me calm until this blows over and things go right back to how they were? Kayla, where does he actually stand with you? Where do I stand?" I caught a shadow shifting in the doorway and kept going. "As long as you cooperate, I can balance things between you and Yuvan." "Balance things? The way you balanced things by faking PTSD so you could save yourself for him? Or were you already planning to swap things around later, pass off Yuvan's child as mine? Kayla, if you're going to ask something of me, you need to hold yourself to the same standard first." She stared at me, clearly caught off guard that I knew the PTSD h

Drama was currency at Harrington Academy. "Asher, wait—" I reached for him, but he was already turning away. I also noticed Vivian going after him. He walked into one of the empty classrooms and slammed the door behind him hard enough to rattle the frame. I stood there, frozen, feeling something crack in my chest. This was fake. This was all supposed to be fake. So why did it hurt so much? "Whoa," Jax said beside me. "Did I just…? I didn't mean to cause trouble, Lila. I was just joking around."

But all the decisions were made, I quickly swallowed my ego and move toward the separate small room on which my things were arranged. I immersed myself in the warmth of the water, I could not help but rewind today's incidents. I can't believe Vicky's betrayal. And the events followed. I can't even believe that I agreed to become a fake wife... Before I could control it, I went full-on sobbing. After ten minutes I was back, and inside the walk-in wardrobe, I found the most expensive designer clothes everywhere.

she said. "What thing," Ava said flatly. "The thing where he talks and everyone laughs. He just said something about the scheduling conflict." Ava went very still. "He said what?" "He made a joke about the slot situation. Something about how they got the smaller room but at least they didn't have to share a stage with anyone who'd critique their timing." Mia turned from the wall. "The room lost it, Ava. Like completely lost it." Sofia, to her credit, did not say anything. She looked at Ava with the careful attention of someone monitoring a situation for signs of escalation.

I should’ve pulled the fork out and jammed it up his ass, but I’d taken pity on those nice hips. Tomorrow, I was getting out of there one way or another. How was I supposed to swallow that sentence? There were a hundred other ways he could’ve explained himself. And his apology didn’t feel sincere at all. I wished I hadn’t frozen when he said it… If my vibrator had been with me at that exact moment, I would’ve shown him firsthand how it’s done. Shove it right up there. Egotistical son of a bitch. The first tear slid out of my eye and trickled annoyingly down into my ear. Like I needed another reason to cry. I rubbed my ear with my finger, but once it started, the tears kept coming.

Ayodele snorted “Sorry, sorry I know I shouldn’t make jest of this right now and how inappropriate it might sound right now but you were faking an orgasm? How does that work?” Tanya let out a short laugh, her tears glistening on her cheeks “Yeah you wouldn’t believe what one can pick up online. It’s crazy. There was this particular clip of it online. I watched that clip over and over again till I got the hang of it. He believed it every time anyway, not that he cares much about my fulfilment as long as he feels good, ” she said, her laughter hinging on hysteria. “Bastard,” Ayodele said about Martinez then he looked at her sheepishly “Do you by any chance faked, you know, those earlier? Six t

I woke up slowly, cocooned in warmth and the lingering scent of Mateo's cologne. His arm was heavy across my waist, his breath steady and warm against the back of my neck. "My beautiful man" For a few peaceful, fleeting seconds, everything felt perfect, a blissful escape from reality. Then, like a dam bursting, last night crashed back into me with full force – the fake tears I had carefully cultivated, the hidden smile I had plastered on my face, the way I had played the innocent victim while twisting the knife with calculated precision.

"I immediately knelt in front of her faking tears. "I'm sorry for everything Zendaya. I was so jealous of you and I stupidly allowed my jealousy to becloud my sense of reasoning. I know I hurt you and I do not deserve any mercy but please, I beg you in the name of the goddess to find a place in your heart to forgive me" I pleaded as my tears roll. She rolled her eyes and signaled the officer to raise me up. "Do not try to fool me looking all remorseful. I will not buy that. I came here for something else and not to be entertained by your fake tears. You need extra training in order to act well" she rolled her eyes and I cringed, fighting myself not to glare at her.

“Front page. ‘Mystery Moreau Revealed.’ Congratulations, Adelaine. You’ve officially broken the internet.” “Tell me something I don’t know.” He took a seat, perfectly composed while I stood there, with my hair wild, still wearing the bathrobe I’d emotionally unravelled in. I couldn’t be bothered. “You haven’t slept,” he observed. “You haven’t smiled.” “I never do.” Of course not. I crossed my arms. “Let’s just get to it.” His brows lifted. “To what?” “The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.”