Novel & Cerita Faking It: Tears Of A Crime

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

I can already see it in my head, “Jealous Best Friend Almost Jeopardizes Engagement.” This feels sadly like high school all over again. I look at my reflection in the mirror and nearly jump, my face a mess of mascara streaks and redness from crying I didn’t even realize I was still doing properly. I wash it off and breathe out slowly, forcing myself not to think about tomorrow. No more thinking about tomorrow. When I step back out, I am pretending I am okay. Kade is sitting on the edge of the bed now, elbows resting on his knees, head lifting the moment I appear. His eyes move over me slowly and pause on my legs, and I immediately want to cover up but there is nothing available.

Something colder. “What did he say?” “That I’m a user,” I said. “That this is fake. That I’m fake.” Alex was silent for a moment. Then he said, “Is any of it true?” The question stung. Even though it was fair. “No,” I said. “But I used to believe it was.” He nodded slowly. “That’s not the same thing.” I studied with him. “You don’t have to defend me.” “I know,” he said. “I want to.”

The sleepiness that was stubbornly clinging to her entire system had been washed away completely. Samantha slaps her head as she grunts. "What have I done? It wasn't included in my plan. Grr, that's– Fuck! I'm lost for words. No, I lost control of myself. And it is because of this foo—" With her hand suspended in the air, Samantha whirls around to offer Morgan a wake-up slap, but that intention is instantly discarded when she notices tears flowing from his shut eyes. "Did he cry?" Samantha asked herself as if it was corking, disbelief sparkled on her beautiful face. "So he broke down so easily. So weak. Not fun."

Nor now nor ever. There was no place for emotions in their fake relationship and there should be no blurred lines between...

"The evidence is misleading. I genuinely thought those investments would pay out." "Based on what?" "Research. Projections. Expert opinions." "From experts who don't exist. Mom, you fabricated credentials and created fake documentation. That's not a misunderstanding. That's deliberate fraud." "I was desperate." "I know. But desperation doesn't excuse crime." Vivienne's eyes filled with tears. "I can't go to prison for seven years." "Then you definitely can't go for twenty." "Maybe the jury will see I made a mistake." "The jury will see a wealthy woman who scammed other wealthy people. They're not going to be sympathetic."

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.

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.