False Love Novels & Stories

“Definitely! You made a statement! So how was it? Are you and Dominic actually cool now?” Maeve shrugged her shoulders carelessly. “Sure, we can say that,” she lied. They were definitely not cool. The man practically followed her into the bathroom like a fucking creep to threaten her. Nope, not cool at all. As the image of Dominic towering over her and glaring down at her flashed through Maeve’s head, she immediately remembered how she felt, how she was suddenly feeling again – hot and bothered. It seemed as though he was this close to leaning down and kissing her in the bathroom. The image of Dominic kissing flashed through her head again, slamming his mouth against hers. Okay, what the act

"Uhhh, really, he didn't fix a time, but I have other work to do, and you can't delay me." I can't help but smile at her. "I was just messing with you. You're too hasty about this guy. I think you like him." Sophia blushes, a rare sight. "Yes, I like him... because he likes you." "Oh, well, I think he likes you. Maybe he just wants me to get you to tell you his feelings for you," I say, teasing Sophia. Sophia shakes her head, laughing. "How crazy of you to think like that! I know it's you he likes, and I'm not going to sit here and argue with you.

“No one ever sees it coming. Love sneaks up on you, makes you believe in things you never thought possible, things that probably don't even exist and then when you least expect it, it crushes you.” I swallowed hard. “Would I call it love? I never dated him, it was just an arrangement.” He laughed gently. "Stop lying to yourself, it only hurts like that because you love him." "I don't know," I whispered. The truth is that I didn't even feel this terrible with Nolan's betrayal, but here I was bawling my eyes out for someone I never really dated. For a split second, I thought of going back to Nolan and settling for the least affection I could get.

he said finally, "when you hold your son, when you look at the woman who bore him, what do you feel?" "Love," Matthias answered without hesitation. "Complete, overwhelming love." "And does that love feel false to you? Manufactured? Like something imposed from outside?" "No." The admission came easier than Matthias had expected. "It feels like coming home." "Then there's your answer." The priest smiled gently. "True bonds cannot be faked, Matthias. Magic can simulate death, create illusions, plant false memories, but it cannot create love where none exists. Whatever you feel for Raine is real, regardless of what happened to your first mate."

I knew that by embracing these small rituals of honesty, we were taking a risk—a risk that might unravel everything or, perhaps, mend the fractures in our hearts. I leaned in closer, my voice barely above a whisper. “Aurora, tonight is our beginning. Not as a formality of an arranged marriage, but as a quiet rebellion against the forces that seek to control us. Let’s promise each other that no matter what happens tomorrow, we’ll hold onto this—the promise of truth, of connection, of a future that we choose for ourselves.” Her eyes met mine, and in that gaze, I saw a glimmer of the woman I longed to know—the woman who wasn’t just a piece in a grand alliance, but a soul with dreams and desires

"I'm trying to be truthful here, you know?" I scoffed, a fake, hollow laugh tearing from my throat. "Oh, I'm sorry! Should I buy you a crown just because you forced yourself to say you want to learn how to love me? For your information, Logan Hellfire, I don't need your pathetic, fake love!"

Not now. Some truths… are too dangerous to speak out loud. So for now, I have to ask you to trust something you cannot see. Before I can tell the truth… I have to live a lie. Just know this— No matter where I go… No matter what happens… I will always love you. And I know… in some way… you will always love Michelle. That is something I have accepted. Even if it hurts. Goodbye, John. For now. —Jasmine ⸻

“Was that worth ten thousand dollars?” His gaze sharpened. “You’re cautious now. You weren’t on stage.” “I was performing on stage.” “Are you not performing now?” She paused. “Not for you.” That made him smirk—genuine and amused. “Good. I don’t like lies dressed in lipstick. I like truth… even when it cuts.” She remained by the door, not crossing the threshold of intimacy his words invited. “Then what truth are you buying tonight?” she asked. He set down his glass. “That you’re not just beautiful. You’re something rare. Most girls are firecrackers—loud, quick, forgettable. But you, Aurora… you burn slow. And men remember slow burns.”

she said critically. I spread my arms in a wide shrug. “I can't help it,” I said. “What if he was the one and I just wasn't willing to work hard enough at it?” Mina shook her head. “See, things like this are exactly why I refuse to believe in the notion of true love,” she told me. “Because then people delude themselves into thinking that they have to stay in relationships that are toxic for them. You know that what you had with Lino wasn't true love. Even if you believe in the idea of true love, you must realize that what the two of you had was nothing like what you read about in those books that you love.”

No pillow, no sofa, just trust, truth, and a deep love that started fake but turned out to be real. Tomorrow the yacht would come with Laurent and the hotel sites and the $800 million deal, but tonight it was just the villa and the bed and the border and the sea and the moon, and two people learning that love travels further than gossip, forever.