Novelas y relatos de False Love

he asked. “Because you know me,” she whispered. “You know the scar on my right hand from when I fell off your bike. You know the lullaby you used to hum when you couldn’t sleep. You know what I smell like after a thunderstorm.” Every word tugged at his chest, familiar and sharp. Then the golden one spoke. “Memory can be replicated,” she said evenly. “Love can be imitated. But truth cannot.” He turned toward her. “And what’s your truth?”

Matt put my hair behind my ear and looked at me directly into my eyes. "Yeah?" His body was so near, making me drunk at his woody scent, in his warmth. "I was not honest with you. I lied when I said I loved you." My mind was confused. His body said something while his mouth was telling the opposite. "I don't think love is a correct word for what I feel for you. I fell in love with you in that café when you pretended I was a crybaby about to be dumped. But this feeling has turned into more. So much more." his voice was hoarse, and he was holding my face with his hands. "People say they love pie. How can I use the same verb for you?"

My enhanced abilities that were supposed to make me harder to fool have become the very mechanism through which I'm being controlled. Real, I try to decide with desperate certainty. Those memories are real, which means the footage was fake, which means Rhett is still fighting for me. But even as I think it, I know I'm just choosing what to believe rather than determining what's actually true. When reality becomes completely fluid, belief becomes the only anchor available—even when that belief might be wrong. And maybe that's enough, I think with sudden, fragile hope. Maybe choosing to believe in love is what makes it real, regardless of whether it started as genuine emotion or artificial man

I do, I wanted to seriously believe him. But then I’m reminded of the so much work Ryan went through to convinced me that he regrets our past and wants a future with me. He professed his false love to me on a national television, the confession was broadcasted live and all round the city. Yet it was to an end, and was never genuine like a part of me wished it would be. It was only a stunt to have me at his whim. No more mercy. No more forgiveness. No more second chances. No more getting fooled.

Everything he had done in the dark was now exposed to the light of day. "Victoria, I know I've wronged you these past three years. I shouldn't have lied to you, but you have to trust me when I say I've long fallen for you and I love you…" he started, but I cut him off. "You think I would still believe you?" I asked, my voice trembling with contempt. "To be loved by you—it's an insult!" The mechanic's wife handed over the video, an irrefutable piece of evidence. And the transfer records further confirmed the financial exchanges between Zach and Kayla.

"How can you be sure that she is okay? How did you know that she can handle it? Everything you've said were all lies. Explain properly. The truth... I don't care whether it's confidential or not. Explain it." The hunters, the people from the Monitoring Department, Mr. Ambrose, and President Carlton were all silent for a minute. The Organization President closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and he sighed. He knew that he had no choice, but to tell them the truth, especially when Hunter Max was in this state. President Carlton knew that things would be bad if he continued to lie, he saw Hunter Max in this state in the past. It was when he lost the woman he loved.

I bring my knees to my chest, I prostrate my face on my knees and my arms covered my face; breaking into tears remembering every false moment I had lived. "Was any of what he told me real? Why did I have to give my heart to a fake like him?", for 8 years I had blindly trusted a fake man. For 8 years I believed he had feelings for me, for 8 years I was in love with a lie, he pretended to be a lamb, but in reality he was a hungry wolf ready to eat anyone, even if it was his family.

I was thankful he did not ask any question; he just let me hug him and cry on his shoulder. Did she really make a mistake coming back to her? . Did cable really lose all feeling for me? Did our love really Fake Love?? Should go back and get married to alexander."

she asked very impassive and professionally. "If you're thinking about me getting hurt, then don't. What you did doesn't hurt, I can forgive almost anything. What hurts is the lie. You failed to trust me, that's alright. At times, I have failed to trust you when I should have. Isn't that the sign of romantic love - the struggle against jealousy, possession and control? The lie tells me two things, the first is you underestimate what I can forgive. The second is that you underestimate my ability to detect your untruthfulness. Two hurts for the price of one, not bad for a minor indiscretion."

'' When he tries to reach out for my hand, I move backwards, not letting him. ''Including torturing me?'' I fire back, ''You said you love me, you said that you want me, you said that you need me. What happened to all those words? All those promises? Where are you, Jeremy? You're not the Jeremy that I want. You're never the Jeremy that I met. You're gone. You're starting to show your true colours and I'm not going to fall for you, ever.'' I breathe out, ''When are you going to accept that?''