Faking With Benefits Novels & Stories

“I need you to pretend to be my husband.” He choked on the coffe he was drinking “What?” “Please,Just for the interview only,” “We'll get fake certificates, Aaron is here, it'll even look more real.” “Please just this one big thing, for Mom.”I sobbed. George rubbed his face,his eyes became soft. “Alright,”he said quietly. “I promised I would do anything for you.” ~~~~ The next morning we dressed as nicely as we could. We printed a fake marriage certificate and headed to the sleek glass tower of GED Baby Galaxy.

The metallic taste clung to my throat. “Luca, when are you going to wake up? She’s faking it.” “Faking?” He crouched down, grabbing my chin. “She’s been in a hospital bed for ten years. She can’t even walk. What would she gain from pretending?” “What she gains is watching you destroy me!” I met his eyes, finally shouting the truth I’d buried for a decade. “During the shootout, Marcus saw her go into the danger zone with someone from a rival family! He was your trusted man. Ask him!”

He picked up a file I hadn’t noticed and slid it toward me. I opened it... and froze. My blood ran cold. My eyes snapped from the document back to his face. “Is this some kind of joke?” I stammered. “Keep reading,” he said, calm as ever. I flipped through it. A relationship agreement. A fake one. Convenient. Strategic. To stop the media harassment. And somehow... I had all the benefits. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, genuinely confused. “What’s in it for you?”

"Once it's done, the remaining nine hundred thousand will be in your account." The voice on the other end came through a voice changer, cold. The dirt Felix was offering was manufactured. All of it. Using the fragments of memory from his other life, he'd cobbled together fake financial statements from Fairfax Group's early years. And paid someone in the backpacker circuit to doctor photos of me with various business executives into fake "pay-for-play" tabloid material. The man on the phone didn't hesitate.

"Of course. She probably relaxed, thinking she had nothing to lose. But this time, Valcour International is suing her. She got a job by deceiving the company, using a fake portfolio. For years, the company paid her so many benefits, but she was no use to the company. Looking into it, she never did any major design, even though she was in the design department. She never contributed in any way, yet somehow she got big promotions. So we're going to start with the fact that she impersonated her way into Valcour International and there are lots of other charges. The company is suing for damages.

It's the night before the college entrance exam. I pack and move out on the same day because I have already been admitted to Starward University through the guaranteed admission program. I also give all my notes and almost-new belongings to my roommate, Sonya Bradshaw, who's from a poorer family. For the past three years, I'd practically covered all of her living expenses, fed her yummy food every day, and even let her come along to my expensive extra tuition classes for free. Sonya has already turned to leave the dorm as I am leaving. However, she suddenly stops in her footsteps and turns to look at me. I assume that she's just going to say something mushy about parting with me, but t

But she assured me that it would be beneficial for both of us. Reluctantly, I agreed to her proposal. We began our fake relationship, attending pack gatherings and events together, portraying a bond that wasn't truly there. It was challenging to maintain the facade, especially when I longed for a genuine connection with my true mate. Nevertheless, I trusted my beta and believed that she had my best interests at heart.

Melina’s POV I stared at him like he’d just suggested we rob a bank together using only plastic spoons and pure delusion. “I’m sorry,” I said slowly, “I think the tequila is still rotting my brain, because it sounded like you just asked me to be your ‘girlfriend’.” Jace didn’t blink. “Fake girlfriend. Sixty days. Strict contract. We sell it so hard the entire campus, the brand sponsors, and Tristan’s fragile ego all buy it.”

How the hell am I supposed to explain a fake relationship without sounding like a teenager caught in some ridiculous school drama? “Oh, it’s okay if you can’t tell me.” She smiles, and before I can respond, she continues. “Ryder and I started with a fake relationship too. It was more like a bet, actually. I hated him to my bones, but I guess I was only lying to myself.” My head snaps toward her. A fake relationship? Just like me and Kade. The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and I follow her inside, my thoughts stumbling over themselves. I swallow the question burning at the back of my throat and keep quiet, letting her continue.

"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."