False Protagonist Novels & Stories

-"Ι know that you are very responsible and you take your job very seriously. But I also know that you didn't need to do this. You confronted your most loyal members for me and for that I cannot be more grateful" Although her words seemed wonderful and warmed my heart, I had my doubts as to whether they were true and genuine. Does she tell me the truth? Does she really feel grateful for my support yesterday? Or is it another trick of Nicolas and hers to fool me? Several thoughts flooded my mind before I could be able to reply to her. -"I think you are exaggerating. Like I said, I did nothing more or less than any other Alpha would do if they were in my position " Ι told her trying to look ind

I made up my mind to say my words properly even though I was in tears. He shook his head. "You misunderstood the situation, Amanda. Please allow me to explain and please listen to what I have to say before you jump into conclusion. First of all, my character is not fake, I don't disguise myself just to be liked by people. I am authentic,” said Hunter. If only he could hear what he was saying now — oh wait, he could hear it but Hunter was making his deception work even more even though he was caught in the act. “I don't have a child yet—”

“Xavier, how do you have the nerve to say something like that? I’m only here to see how far you’ve fallen, to revel in your miserable life.” He froze for a second, then forced a bitter laugh. “I didn’t think you’d become so sharp-tongued. To be honest, I’ve only ever loved you. Do you believe me?” I spotted the fake sincerity on his face. I knew exactly how empty his words were. How could a man, who knew his future was in ruins, say something like that with a straight face? He probably thought I was still the same Sara, someone he could use whenever he needed. “Does it even matter whether I believe you or not? But your mom... she’d probably be heartbroken to see you like this,” I added, almo

“Why are you doing this Mr. Ben? I thought you genuinely cared for me. I had started seeing you in my father’s place.” Loud guffaws resonated in the room. He tried to say between bouts of laughter, “ You…ha ha ha….. are very naïve, Sia….ho ho ho…. You really believed my pretense…. Oho, oho…oho….” He was laughing so hard that he had to stop talking. When he finally managed to calm down he said, “Or maybe…I am a very good actor. I was pretending to be your well-wisher all this while. It was all a ruse. If I had tried to usurp your property the moment you arrived the Immortal Council would have got suspicious.

Anton asked, his voice strangely tight. “Showing them you,” Sabatine said simply. “Cross painted a cartoon villain. We show the real man. The one whose public and private compass has pointed in one direction for years. A man doesn’t spend a decade building a reputation as the paragon of secure, ethical tech to suddenly become a petty thief for a hostile foreign consortium. The character assassination only works if the character never existed.”

He had to be restrained by the guard. “All of my life, you have lied to me. You had me hating a male I never met thinking he impregnated my mother, killed her and abandoned me when you knew who my father was the whole time. You convinced me when different powers started manifesting in me that I was imagining them, when you knew they were real and finally, you KILLED MY MOTHER!” Terrance yelled. ‘For that you will die.” Terrance kept trying to get to the councilman.

His face scrunched up in confusion so she expatiated. "On that altar, he pretended to be my best friend, King Johannson. On that altar, I thought it was my best friend, King Johannson, I was getting married to. On that altar, the Priest asked if I wanted to take King Johannson to be my lawfully wedded husband. On that altar, I said yes to King Johannson. On that altar, King Johannson in form of Merlione said yes to me. On that altar, the Priest pronounced King Johannson and I married, and on that altar, I kissed King Johannson, not Merlione Fritzgerald. So you see Father, before God and man, I am wedded to King Johannson, not Merlione Fritzgerald." Fr. Peter stared at her with admiration and

"Now you're forcing me to do face recognition–aren't you just trying to use that loophole to frame me? "How can you bully me just because you're the real daughter of the Cole family? I may have been switched at birth, but I still have my dignity!" In just a few sentences, she twisted the situation cleanly–dodging the face verification trap, while painting herself as the oppressed underdog being bullied by the real heiress. Before I could even respond, she turned to the five men beside her, shifting tactics instantly. "Accounts can be stolen–but the moments we shared can't be!"

“Always running several plays at once. Though you looked pretty damn happy on the camera stream with her for a relationship that is supposedly fake.” My jaw tightened. “We needed to sell the lie, Proff. That’s all it was.” “Right,” the Professor chuckled, his fingers hitting a final stroke. “So you’re telling me you hired a random, fake partner to spite Arthur, and she accidentally turned out to be your late ex-girlfriend's younger stepsister—who isn't even aware that she has a dead stepsister who used to date you?” I nodded once, the sheer absurdity of the reality settling heavily in my throat.

She was waiting for me to make the foolish move and switch her proposal. After all, I was the other candidate, the one who could never measure up. The Don and his wife never had eyes for me. I used to think I just wasn't good enough, that I hadn't done enough. Until the comments appeared: [It’s kinda sad for Olivia, though. She has no idea she was the real number one in every family test. Don Vincenzo and her adoptive mother, Emma, falsified the results to prop up Lucia.] [Yeah, well, Lucia looks just like their daughter who died. That's one of the main character's perks! All the villainess gets to do is be jealous, haha!]