Faking With Benefits Novels & Stories

Oddly, not being uncomfortable as I built the lie for their benefit. So, since notifying my parents of the change, there had been little contact. Other than their attempts at calls, and the multiple messages that remained ignored. I was bad. I know it. I was worried that I may make a mistake and say something I should not. While I had been entirely capable of developing carefully crafted lies for Presley's parents to allow them to believe our faked relationship, this was my parents. I feared they would see right through me.

"Benefits? Give me a break. They claim the budget is 150 dollars, but the actual cost isn't even 15. Who knows if that meat is just frozen leftovers?" "I wouldn't be surprised if the company is using cheap pre-made food and inflating the cost just to pocket the difference." The lies made my head spin. I looked at the two people gloating in front of me and felt an overwhelming sense of futility. They wanted luxurious benefits, but they also expected an intern to take the fall if something went wrong. They fantasized about blowing things up just so the meal allowance could be converted into cash. Everything I had worked so hard to create, and every careful choice made for their health, had bec

I had exposed the raw, unprotected core of my emotional system to the one person who had the power to tear it to pieces. Clause 3.1: Strict prohibition of romantic gestures. No domestic acts like cooking dinner together. I had not only permitted the breach; I had actively craved it. The data was glaringly obvious now. The "friends with benefits" contract wasn't a mechanism to regulate our casual physical tension. It was a failing containment field. The more I tried to calculate our boundaries, the more the emotional reality bled through the margins. If I let this continue, if I allowed Atasha Clemente to become my comfort, I would lose the ability to function without her.

"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.

“you are not the one who did anything wrong..” “That doesn’t matter,” I say, voice thin. “Truth doesn’t trend. Drama does.” More notifications flood in.Someone created a fake account pretending to be me same profile picture same name,even the same pinned tweet. It’s posting fake “apologies,” fake screenshots of DMs with Aiden, and a statement claiming I “I was force to be in a fake relastionship” I open the comments. People are arguing about which account is the “real” me. Some are defending me; others are convinced I’m lying. My throat feels tight. I want to speak, to correct them all, but I know better. The more I respond, the deeper it gets.

‎Marcus pulled me closer, his hands grabbing my ass roughly. ‎“My lawyer is dirty,” he said, breathing heavier. “He’s the kind who doesn’t mind bending the rules. We’re going to fabricate evidence against Sarah and create fake medical records showing she has severe mental instability...depression, anxiety, even hints of postpartum psychosis. We’ll plant fake emails and messages suggesting she was having an affair while she was ‘dead’ and that she’s been neglecting Alexander. We’ll bribe a former employee to testify that she was unstable and violent at work and we’ll use the fact that she faked her death against her paint her as someone who can’t be trusted with a child.”

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

The game was on. Philip created a business profile and send out a post for companies to bid on a 500-million-dollar construction project. He had plans drawn, rules and regulations, requirements, everything. To the average person it looked too good to be true, he also listed bank account information to prove he had the money to pay, within minutes over two hundred companies expressed interest but these were dummy accounts. As Philip scrolled through the requests for into, the one he wanted to see, popped up. It was Ben. Ben had seen the post while he was scrolling the internet for projects he could make money from. It never occurred to him that not only was it fake, but that it was designed s

All the way, she caressed his face and neck and kissed him over and over as if demanding compensation. When they reached the office, they picked up the paperwork related to my body. It was a thick stack of medical data. If she had just flipped through a couple of pages, she'd never have thought my corpse was a fake. But instead, Samantha just tossed it all into a trash bag. Isaac touched her head gently and said, "Joziah dragged me down three years ago, and I almost ended up in prison. You worked so hard to clear my name. I owe you so much."

"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.