Romans & histoires Faking It: Tears Of A Crime

“You don’t act afraid of me.” “According to you, I’m a liar and seductress. Why not an actress too?” Something cool and wet slips down my cheek. Another tear. And here I was, thinking I'd cried out all of them. His jaw tenses. He lifts his hand to my face. I flinch. But all he does is stroke my cheek with the pad of his thumb, wiping away the wet streak. “Are these crocodile tears for my benefit?” he murmurs. “Obviously.” I say it without emotion. “I faked that orgasm too, by the way.”

"Don't ever say that... unless..." She stopped for a moment before pulling me close. "Unless the world believes it," she whispered into my hair. "If you just disappear, Guillermo will never stop looking for you. But if you fake your death, he will believe you're dead and stop searching for you. To escape a man like Guillermo, you have to turn yourself into ashes.” I couldn't stop thinking about her words. I'd already thought about faking my death before she came into the room. At first, the idea scared me.

Emma whispered, turning her chair to face Florence as soon as their coworker left the room. “Hmm?” Florence replied, not giving her much attention since she was certain Emma was going to share another cheap gossip about Scott. “Well, you’ll probably want to give me more attention for this one,” Emma teased, crossing her arms in front of her chest and staring at Florence until she dropped whatever she was doing and gave Emma her full attention. Florence took a deep breath and put on her best fake smile.

"Outside the box, Paul roared, his voice resonating uncannily across the concourse. He held up the poster board. It displayed a shabby Photoshopped picture of Scarlett and Jett with the words "FAKE! THE DEBT OF HER FIRM! SCHEME FOR HER MOTEL! HIS DESPERATION FOR A CAREER!"Bullet points with altered email excerpts and false financial data were placed beneath the text, all of which were intended to paint Jett as an unsuspecting celebrity and Scarlett as a desperate, cunning opportunist.

After winning 20 million dollars in the lottery, I immediately quit my job and head to the hospital. Having worked as a programmer at a major company for over a decade, I've accumulated a host of health problems, such as hemorrhoids, cavities, chronic gastritis, cervical spondylosis, and more. I get treated for everything at one go, and the pain is so bad that I can barely even walk. My aunt, Jessica Davidson, happens to see me like that and spreads rumors about me having stage-4 cancer and barely hanging on in the ICU. My relatives all send me well-wishes on my social media accounts. I don't bother clarifying myself because I'm too distracted by the pain, and also, I'm too busy recoveri

Scarlet exclaims, wetting her fingers on her tongue and then putting them under her eye to make it look like she is crying actual tears. "What?" She asks me, sounding annoyed as I keep looking at her. "What are you doing?" I enquire, talking in whispers as I'm surprised at her action. "If it was a movie I would definitely cry but it's real life so I'm in need of my fake tears." She shrugs and repeats her action, producing fake tears. This 14 years old girl is actually unbelievable. I can't tell what goes inside of her little head.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

I only need to get away from the scene and rethink my entire life. Because, why? Because I had plans with a no-good liar. They're both liars, both the same. They really are. They'll do marvelous business together, both spouting bullshit about a future before they rip the carpet clean underneath you, leaving you with black coal for a heart and no air in your lungs. A strong hand grasps my arm, whipping me back into the encompass of his shoulders, his chest. "Get off me!" I scream with fury, entirely unhinged and bewildered underneath the night of the city. I don't realize streams of hot, angry tears flood down my face until I see the wet spot on Damien's shirt.

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”

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."