Faking Relationship Novels & Stories

“We confirm the relationship. If they want to make you my mistress, then fine. We’ll show them you’re mine. Not a fling. Not a scandal. Mine” My head snapped up. “Excuse me?” He met my gaze. “We tell the public this isn’t a fling. It’s not a scandal. It’s a long-standing relationship.” Heat flared in my chest. “So I just… what? Smile and nod and play your girlfriend?” “Yes,” Ryan said simply. “We fake date. For the public.” I looked at the charts—red lines plunging down. I thought of Isabella, already being cornered by cameras, already dragged into a war she didn’t choose.

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.

like the only way to identify me is by who I used to “belong to.” It’s strange, faking a relationship with someone. And by faking, I mean literally faking every single romantic part of said relationship. Because Charles is gay. It breaks my heart that he’s been advised to keep his sexuality hushed out of fear it will hurt his career. I’ve encouraged him to come out, but he’s not ready, and I respect that. He’s one of my very best friends now, and our tight-knit bond of platonic friendship is what sells our fake relationship so well. Touring Europe with Charles will be so fucking fun. I can probably convince Farisha to sneak away for a week too. She’s a sucker for anything European.

Emma narrowed her eyes at me and said, “I was going to surprise you, but you both managed to surprise me instead.” I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to lie to her, but I couldn’t tell her I needed the financial aid or that her brother’s dick was fucking fabulous. “It’s not real, Em,” Damon said, saving me. I nodded. “It’s just for PR.” “PR?” she asked, looking between us. “So, it’s a fake relationship?” “Yes.” Damon and I said in unison. Cillian eyed us both, making me look anywhere but at him. He was wearing a tight tee shirt that showed off his tattoos and muscles.

“Okay, hear me out—fake relationship.” Cole turned to me like I’d just said I was an alien from Mars. “What?” “Fake relationship,” I repeated, crossing my arms as we sat on the empty bleachers behind the gym. “You and me. We pretend we’re a couple so we can stop Edward and Mom’s wedding.” He went silent for a few seconds. Then he let out a short, sarcastic laugh. “Faye, get a life. Seriously. You’re delusional.”

It felt really awkward, the tension between the both of us, and the tension of meeting with Terese again. Should I confront her or act ignorant? Would Xavier mention it to her? I doubt. He’d already made it clear that he trusted her, over me- the woman he was in a fake relationship with. I couldn’t wait for all this drama to be over. I couldn’t wait to be back to my normal life, away from this madding crowd. To wake up knowing I was Harper Williams, an independent entity and not tied to a billionaire because I couldn’t afford to pay my mother’s bills or my personal bills.

“And I can help end it. Tell everyone we're dating and no one will pay attention to what happened in the locker room and the dorm. They'll even think it's an invasion of privacy and take down their articles.” “Not Kelsey though.” “Come on. Let's give it a shot. You won't know till you try it.” “I’m not dating you.” “Then I'll leave.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Jesus. I'll date you. Fake-date you.” “Yay.” Jericho giggled and threw her arms around me. I barely caught myself and we tumbled to the floor. Just then, I heard the sound of a camera click and turned. Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked.

I know exactly how bad it was, and I will never make the same mistake again. “Max,” she says, and something unfurls in my chest, like a butterfly fluttering its wings for the first time. “Max and Gabby, huh? It kind of has a ring to it, don’t you think?” Her smile is a curious one. I lean my elbows on the table and stare her straight in the eyes, because this needs to be said. “Listen, Gabby. I don’t think we need to get so worked up over this whole fake relationship thing. All we need is a believable story to make it happen.”

In an instant, she had somehow changed from the vicious vixen ready to tear me apart to a coquettish young lady with adoring eyes. It was disgusting. She didn't even try to hide the fact that she wanted to plaster herself against Mr Benedetto. Immense satisfaction washed over me when Mr Benedetto barely gave her a glance before slipping a hand through my waist and guiding me into the nearest room. Just before we went through the door, I turned back. Seeing the enraged look on Arya’s face, I smirked at her. I couldn't help thinking that even if it was only to make Arya enraged, being in a fake marriage Dante di Benedetto wasn't so bad.

"You're lying to us. A newspaper report doesn't prove anything—" I threw a paternity test at them and said, "He already bribed all the doctors when he showed up and claimed to be Ethan. The test that he gave you was fake. This is the real one. "Also, he's been using the house rules that you set up to force me to give him money this entire time, forbidding me from telling you what was going on. The money in my bank account didn't just disappear into thin air. I gave every single cent that I owned to him!"