Novel & Cerita Faking Ms Right

I can’t let that happen. “Wait,” Christina interjects, her expression shifting into one of concern. “You need to understand the implications of what you’re proposing. If the government discovers this is a fake marriage, the consequences could be severe.” Mr Lund sits frozen, mouth half-open, looking between Christina and me like I’ve just suggested we rob a bank. I can’t help but grin at the absurdity of it all, but I know the reality is far from funny. “Of course,” I say, waving my hand dismissively, already trying to ignore the fact that he is staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. “It’s just a formality. We’ll be living together, after all we will be husband and wife.”

He had to rush back to livestream with his side chick! [Scumbag! He spends 240,000 dollars a day on a mistress while his girlfriend earned 130,000dollars over five years and handed it all to him!] Trending videos multiplied. Marketing accounts piled on. Anya's entire profile was unearthed and exposed piece by piece.

“Kill me now. I’m surrounded by people who think 'spontaneity' is choosing a different brand of sparkling water. I need you.” I waited, the blue bubble of my own text staring back at me. A second later, the dots appeared. “Lila:Are you wearing the blazer? Please tell me you’re wearing the blazer. I’m currently covered in charcoal and eating cold pizza. Want me to send a distraction? I could call in a fake fire drill.” A small, genuine smile cracked my mask. I started typing back, my thumbs moving fast, desperate to hold onto the "unpredictable" energy she radiated even through a screen.

"We feed them something else." "Feed them what?" "A false positive," I say. "We give them a stream of data that shows a decline. A degradation. A terminal failure." Liam looks up, his eyes widening. "You want to fake a miscarriage?" "I want them to think the asset is dead," I say. "If the product is 'lost,' they’ll stop the program. They’ll pull the resources. And then, we vanish." "Aiden, you can't fake that. They have doctors. They have labs."

Maxima Davenport didn’t know it yet, but she’d just become the answer to his desperate request, the perfect pretender… She was about to become his perfect fake “Mrs. Right”.

’ I glanced at the paper, and what I saw written on it got me outraged. ‘I didn’t apply for the position of a cleaner, Mr Woodson,’ I slammed the paper back on his desk. ‘If only you’d have a look at my résumé…’ ‘There aren’t any vacant positions in this firm!’ He replied sternly. ‘Except for the cleaning job.’ ‘I saw an ad online that this firm wanted a resource manager…’’ But he didn’t appear to be listening to me anymore. Instead, he went back to his computer, directing all his attention there.

I continued, "You two are the masked puppeteers, plotting, deceiving, and trampling genuine emotions underfoot." My voice wasn't loud, but my declarations landed like sledgehammers on Jessica's conscience and those smug faces who had mocked me. "That's nonsense!" Mark shrieked, desperate to deflect the accusation while jabbing an accusatory digit at me. "Your old man's lousy ring. For all we know, it's counterfeit. Explains why Ms. Lane disowned you. You're nothing but a discarded..." A resounding slap cut off his vitriolic tirade.

said Andriana. "Just shut up!" said Eldrian. "How it can be?" "So much drama! As you know, Eldrian pretends to be an Office Boy at the branch office. Make a friend with a girl without honesty!" Andrian explains. "Hey, I am just pretending to be staff to see my staff work!" argued Eldrian. "Are you sure? The bad thing is the girl doesn't even know that Eldrian is the CEO, so stupid!" explained Adriana.

“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 scoffed underneath my breath and made sure to still wear a smile across my face, hands lightly meeting in a clap as I responded. “Fuck you, you bastard. How many times do I have to ask you to stop calling me that?” He laughed this time and everyone thought it was because of his happiness of getting promoted, but I didn’t miss the mocking traces in those laugh. “I’ll consider listening to you when you finally beat me in something, midget.” He crooned and I faked a cough, stepping closer to him to step on his foot hard. The choked grunt he let out felt like music to my ears.