Faking With Benefits Book Novels & Stories

Victor asked, watching her carefully. She held up a thick leather ledger, a look of triumph on her face. "Perfect." Inside the book were dozens of altered entries. Every missing payment, every fake company, and every illegal transfer now appeared under one single name: Bella Zayn. Victor grinned, leaning against the wall. "No one will notice the changes?" "Oh, they'll notice them," Gina said, carefully closing the ledger. "But by then, it'll be far too late."

"What’s this?" Finn cleared his throat and smiled. "A proposal," he said, pointing to the folder. "And," he added, nodding at the gift bag, "a little gift. For being the most stubborn, hardworking patient I’ve ever had to order to rest." Mandy hit him playfully then picked up the folder and opened it, scanning the first few pages. It was a generous, visionary deal, one that would secure her company’s future and expand its reach dramatically. Before she could stop herself, a wave of overwhelming relief and joy crashed over her. She turned and threw her arms around Finn’s neck in a tight, impulsive hug.

Because, in all honesty, the contract looks so advantageous on my part that it almost looks like it's fake. Because what do you mean that during the whole duration—one year—of our contract, I will be given a monthly allowance, separate from the two million that I will be given upon the completion of the agreement? That they will also provide me with full lifestyle provisions, such as designer wardrobes and many other things? But the one benefit that I like the most in this agreement is the medical access for heat-related needs and my general health. Heat suppressants are not exactly affordable. Also, I don't remember when the last time was that I went to a hospital for a full body checkup. N

"Great again. Mr Cartelli, if you could sign right here, and then Mrs Cartelli, if you could do the same just below his..." There hadn't been many documents for me to sign like this, so I winged it and made a new signature on the spot. I noticed Armani staring at it for a moment, but his attention was on the woman as soon as she started speaking. "And Dads..." she continued. Once they passed her the contract back, she handed us both the prenups, which were slightly scarier to look at, but I knew they would help us in the long run if this fake marriage ever had to break up. Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy.

Nothing like the soft, compliant girl Callum thought he could break. Step two: Fake documents. I needed a clean driver’s license, a real Social Security number, and a forged background that could clear an apartment lease check. The city's neutral zone was full of underground fixers who dealt in high-end forged papers for rogue wolves, but it would cost serious cash.

“I need to see the salary and benefits package before I commit to anything.” I crawled over her body in the bed and looked down on her. “It’s an extremely generous salary, much, much more than Mr. Ott pays by far. And my favorite benefit is that I’ll get to spread you out across my desk and lick your sweet little honeypot every single day. Who else offers benefits like that?” By this time, I had both her hands pinned above her head. My free hand was under her skirt, gently teasing her clit through her panties. “Will you take the job, baby? You don’t know how bad I need you.” I sped up and increased the pressure of my finger, making her breath catch.

“They are messing with me. Don’t worry. I’ll handle this.” I snort and hold my hand out to the side. My beta steps forward and puts an old, discolored document in my hand, with a yellow tab on one page sticking out. “Well, I see your memory is going then.” I look down at the document and flip it to the tabbed page. Folding it back, I slam the document on the table and point to a highlighted paragraph. “Do you need me to read it to you, or can you read it aloud for everyone to hear?”

In addition to that, Naomi felt slightly sick hearing how the rest continued to ridicule Gerald. “Naomi, I know that you have quite a good relationship with Gerald. How about this, I’ll use my connections to try landing him a job with benefits. One that includes endowment insurance, medical insurance, unemployment insurance, work-related injury insurance, and even childbirth insurance!” said Xyleena. She didn’t want to embarrass her cousin too much. “Is that true, cousin? How about a job with all the previous insurances as well as housing funds?” asked Naomi. “That would be quite difficult! Only outstanding companies provide their employees with housing funds these days. With Gerald, it may

‘Tell your boss that I’m not attending,’ I snapped at him. ‘You do know that another job anywhere else would be quite difficult for an applicant with…complicated work and personal history,’ he tilted his head. My throat felt dry, making it difficult for me to respond. ‘Did you think you could resign from your job just like that without any future penalties?’ He asked. He was blackmailing me. My fists automatically clenched at the thought, but I knew I had to play along. For my mother’s health. I needed another job desperately, and a good-paying one at that.

"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.