Faking Relationship Novels & Stories

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

She asked again. “But—But I don’t know you.” “Duh…I know that.” She shifted her weight. “It’s not going to be real. It’ll be a fake relationship. I just need someone to play the part for a while. My ex won’t leave me alone unless there’s someone else in the picture.” Your ex who is already handled. Your father who has never listened to anything that inconvenienced him. But go on. “That’s—” I scratched the back of my neck. “I’m not good at fake.”

“This thing—it won’t blow over on its own. People don’t forget scandals. Not online. Not in a state like ours. But you can control the narrative.” I tilted my head, skepticism written all over my features. “Control the narrative? How exactly am I supposed to do that?” He hesitated for a fraction of a second before speaking again, slower this time, like he was weighing each word. “You fake a relationship. Publicly.” I froze. Literally froze. “What?” My mouth went dry, my eyes wide as I felt my entire chest tighten. “Fake… a relationship? Are you insane?”

“And we need answers that align.” I paused. “…Align?” “Yes.” I exhaled slowly, the realization settling in. “You mean we need a story.” “Correct.” I let out a humorless laugh. “So we’re officially building a fake relationship now.” "It's more like building a narrative.” Quin corrected. “Call it whatever you want, it’s still a lie.” “It’s a controlled version of events.” I rolled my eyes. “You really have a way of making everything sound less insane than it actually is.”

I do. I bolt up out of my chair and look at my friends. With a conviction I didn’t have earlier, I confidently reply, “We can’t mark each other until we are 30 and haven’t found our true mates. If we find our mates, this contract relationship is void and ends immediately.” A wave of heat flows off my father as his fingers tighten around his pen. I quickly look at my friends and, with my eyes, beg them to agree. Luckily, the other alphas nod and in unison say, “I agree.”

Jayden adds,“ And that's when she'll be caught in her own trap and would have to leave without any option. And the only way that can happen is if we make our relationship look real to everyone!” “ Hmm” Lena sighed. “That's the only way and us being in a relationship will frustrate her for sure when she doesn't get what she wants. Me!” Jayden points to himself, hoping amidst hope that Lena would understand what he meant and just accept. “ How can that be the only way, I know Vanessa is still on my case and it's frustrating enough to add the fake relationship thing to it” Lena suddenly lash out

“I don’t even like you, Titus, and you never have liked me. What in the hell makes you think we can make a fake relationship work?” “It doesn’t have to work,” I explained, folding my arms. “It just has to be believable. Smile, pretend you like me, kiss my cheek, whatever. Just be nice. You know, like normal people do?” “Ha! Joker.” She glared at me. “No. I won’t do it. I won’t be your fake little bitch so you can keep your ass out of trouble.”

He chuckled, and gently pulled my hands away. "No need to hide, baby. That's something I want to do. Like, a lot. Maybe just...pace ourselves? I don't want us to leap into something too quickly." He assured. I felt my body relax instantly. I'm relieved that he wants this just as badly as I do, but I'm also glad that he wants to go slow. I need to go slow. Out of everything in our relationship that's fake, mainly from my part, I want that one thing in particular to be real.

If he liked it, I was going to start working there, but because of Kevin, even though the boss liked it, there was an incident the next evening, and my work adventure there was short-lived. After that, I met fake Darian, decided he was a decent man, and accepted his proposal quickly both to get rid of the Kevin trouble and because I'd lost my heart to him. "It's me," I said, nodding my head. "But you're blonde," said Darian. "I was fake blonde at that time, yes. Don't remind me, shut up!" "You performed at such respectable places, so what should we say about the places you hung around?"

“Don’t kid yourself, Leon. I’m not your wife. I’m your fake wife. A convenient arrangement with an expiration date.” Leon’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. “That’s not true-” “Not true?” I cut him off, my voice rising. “What’s true about any of this? In a few months, this will all be over. You’ll go your way, I’ll go mine, and you can do whatever you want. Isn’t that what we agreed?” For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His silence only fueled my anger. “Are you worried about Owen?” I added sarcastically, “the handsome scholar who might ruin the carefully calibrated image of your precious marriage? Or is it the thought of your wife moving on too quickly—with her old classmate—that bother