False Love Novels & Stories

I needed to give her the perfect answer to this question. I had to tell her something that wasn’t so over the top, something that would help sell our ruse, something that was quite close to the truth, because hey… I’d heard that the best lies did have shards of the truth hidden in them after all, and so clearing my throat nervously, I let a small smile grace my face, “Honestly speaking, Ma’am… even I can’t say for sure, because Adonis is hands down the most infuriating man I’ve ever met, but for as long as I’ve known him, it’s his warm heart that had always drawn me to him. He’s just so selfless invested in his worker’s lives that he had always held my highest admiration. I guess when it com

With Paul setting the tone, they share stories, laugh, and enjoy the meal Eliza has prepared. "You know," Mary Lou begins right after Paul had just told a joke and Eliza and Fay had both done their best to laugh convincingly, "love isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be." Paul looks taken aback, his smile faltering. "What do you mean?" Mary Lou’s eyes flash with a mix of anger and sadness. "People pretend to care about you, pretend to be your friend, your partner, but it’s all a lie. They’re only looking out for themselves."

The truth that neither of them had dared speak until now, after fire had touched everything they’d tried to protect. But love—love didn’t fix what they’d broken. Not the lies. Not the blood. Not the betrayal. Eden stepped forward slowly. “So what now? You say it and everything’s fine?” “No. Nothing’s fine. But at least it’s real.” She laughed bitterly. “Real? You think this is real?” She gestured around them. “Your mother’s dead. Your father is trying to gut you from the inside out. My entire life’s been a setup. You want real? We’re standing in the wreckage of it.”

“I drove all night, risked my life, and lied to him for days to surprise him with his dream car—the G-Wagon—the one you guys helped me move. And when I got to the apartment—.” I started crying again. Thomas’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?” “He was in bed,” I confirmed, swallowing hard. “With Lisa.” The words were out. Thomas stared at me for a beat, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, then to pure, visceral rage. "No," he growled, shaking his head. "No way. Charles wouldn't..." But the conviction in my eyes, the tears streaming down my face, and the undeniable truth of the situation shattered his denial. He let out a primal yell, a sound ripped straight from the de

Realization slowly dawned on his face, a sudden wave of understanding wiping away his confusion, letting out a heavy breath as he rubbed his forehead with his hand. "She is not my girlfriend," "Then who is she?" I demanded, crossing my arms defensively over my chest as I glared at him. "You think you can lie to my face?" "I'm not lying. She is not my gf, she is no one, so you don't need to worry about it,"

He blocked Monica's number and nervously entered my hospital room. "Honey, are you thirsty?" he asked attentively, peeling an orange for me. However, I had completely given up on him. Hence, his performance of devotion now seemed utterly ridiculous to me. "Who are you putting on this act for?" I asked coldly. His movements froze as he looked at me pleadingly. "I'm sorry, honey. I know what I did was terrible, but I truly realize my mistake now. He begged, "Can you please give me a chance to make it right? I swear I'll treat you well from now on and never again—"

“Knowing that I had created that doubt, and that I could not simply wish it away. I had to earn it, again and again. But I understood. I would not have trusted me either, if our places had been reversed.” We fell silent for a moment, watching a butterfly flit from bloom to bloom. So much had changed, yet the garden remained a constant witness to it all. “What do you think was the greatest lesson we learned?” I asked after a while. Gabriel thought for a moment, his eyes looking inward. “That love without truth is not love at all. It is only a fantasy. I thought love meant protecting someone from the whole picture, but I was really protecting myself from being fully seen. True love is not abou

There was the anger of being deceived, the regret of being fooled, but most of all the hollowness left when a dream falls apart. For this so-called chosen one, she had gambled her own future and the good name of the entire Order. And in the end she had found it was, from start to finish, one enormous con. She didn't say a single word for Lucian. She didn't even spare him one comforting glance. Lucian sank into utter despair. He knew he was finished. Garrick and the other two elders were quick on their feet. They flew forward at once and bowed to me in apology.

Even at this time, he still maintained that damn gentlemanly demeanor. His logic was rigorous, impeccable. He pushed all the dirty water onto "drugs" and "illness", picking himself clean. And he stood on the moral high ground, accusing me of not being generous enough, not kind enough. So, is this what it feels like to be loved by him? Like arsenic wrapped in a layer of honey, sickly sweet and fatally toxic. I took a deep breath, forcing back the tears about to burst forth. I looked at Killian and suddenly revealed an extremely standard, fake smile.

I could tolerate that his love was a pretense because the assistance he rendered was absolutely authentic, and my gratitude for him was boundless. I suddenly felt a crushing, sharp ache in my chest that tore me from my painful memories. I clutched at my chest, fully aware that the system was draining away my life force. I then murmured to myself, with an uncanny calmness, "I suppose with the antagonist dying now, everyone in this world will be happy about that." Henry could finally stop living in dread, constantly afraid that I would become vengeful and hurt the woman he cherished. He would no longer be required to sacrifice his whole life, maintaining a false, deceitful marriage with a woma