Romans & histoires Faking It With The Ex-navy Seal

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

“Sure. But if your ex so much as looks at you sideways, he and I are going to have a real friendly chat. Navy SEAL style.” Be still my treacherous heart. As he steps closer, heat blooms low in my belly. Tonight, he’s pretending to be mine. The trick will be convincing myself it’s just pretend.

It was a twisted copy of me, accused of lying, stealing, cheating. The headline churned my stomach. "The Woman Who Swindled a Billionaire: Exclusive Proof of Audrey Willows' White-Collar Offenses!” “No–” "It's a smear campaign. The files are fake, but they're designed to appear real. Isabella and Kendall are masters of this." I held the pages between my palms, my breathing too fast. "People will hear it. They always do when everything is terrible." Lucas crept closer, his fingers tracing over my face.

“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.”

Since then, the youngest heir to the Vuitton tech fortune released a follow-up video—in clothes this time—apologizing, no doubt attempting to mend ties with the Bass family, whom the Vuittons invest heavily into. Good luck with that. In the video, she—or should I say her lawyer—explains the dangerous prevalence of artificial intelligence and deepfakes, painting Priscella as an innocent victim of some extortionate hacker, who has yet to be unveiled. Let me be the first to say, no one's believing that, Miss Vuitton. Not me, not my readers and especially not tycoons on Silicon Avenue. All of us know the truth... Those pixels were realer than every one of your "orgasms."

Everyone turned and stared at the doors. Cecilia was shocked. How could it be him? Sean Lakeworth? Mr. Lakeworth? Were they the same person after all? Sean sighed when he saw Cecilia's eyes on him. He didn't manage to keep his identity a secret after all. "Sean Lakeworth! Don't think that you can ruin my wedding just because you successfully bribed the soldiers and sneaked onto the cruise ship! Go fuck yourself, you jerk!" Tina roared again at Sean, disgust and hatred evident in her eyes.

Trey pointed anxiously at the seal on the permit and said, "This is the army seal! It can't be forged—" "Shut up!" Before Trey could finish, Jake slapped him in the face and said angrily, "The military seal? You look like an idiot!" "How dare you try to trick us with a fake permit? You're clearly violating the law!" Rory grabbed the permit again and tore it into pieces. "How bold of you. I admire you for having the guts to tear up a military permit." Sebastian gave Rory a thumbs-up. Permits like that couldn't be torn up on a whim. At the very least, it would disrupt military production. At worst, it would be treason.

I hesitated for a second before sending T a message. You awake, T? Just checking in. I had no idea where in the world she was now. I switch on the television in my office. “Breaking news, man arrested after breaking into Rae Hartley’s Manhattan apartment after stealing her underwear and her mail...” My eyes widen, is this what celebrities need to go through? Someone going through you things is bad enough but to steal your mail and underwear is disgusting. The thought of this happening to T is sickening, I don’t know why I think of her, but if someone did this to her, I don’t think I’ll be able to sit still.

Some were already empty but then I saw a sheet of paper with a sketch on it amongst the seals. It was a drawing of the seal but this one didn't have the claws joined while one of the seals that was not empty had it joined. One would not even get the difference at first glance. Whoever made these fakes knew the craft too well. I folded the sheet of paper into my hands and the seal, I put it under my armpit. I was about to close the lock and leave when footsteps approached, and even more closer, the instigators whispering in a hushed voice.

he faked an offended expression. Florence couldn’t pretend she wasn’t happy to see how Scott seemed to be back to his good mood, especially when it came to her. He was constantly asking her if she was comfortable, if she wanted anything or if he could do anything for her. He looked guilty; she knew that he was feeling that way because of the whole poisoning incident, but she didn’t blame him. She knew what she was getting herself into when she agreed to marry him, so she couldn’t put it all on his shoulders. It didn’t matter if they were fake married, she had agreed to the deal and should share the concerns with him.