False Protagonist Novels & Stories

Rowena started feeling irritated. "I'm gay," Michael finally answered, squinting his eyes in disbelief, scrutinizing her. "I know, I know!" Rowena waved her hands in defense. "Then what—" "This is only pretend. We'll only pretend to be engaged." "Are you some sort of celebrity that needs to give a press release!?" Michael placed a hand on his hip, clearly not amused. "It's for... them," Rowena just said. He stared at her once more, without a word. She rolled her eyes. "Stop that."

The situation might get worse if I report. "Are you sure, Eliza? Don't cover up your husband! I didn't raise you just to obey others!” Dad is still making sure. "Yes, Dad. I can take care of myself. Zedrick isn't doing anything to me, so don't worry about me." That's when Dad calmed down, so I came to him and hugged him. I know what I'm doing is wrong, but it's even worse if I report like a child. Even though it was clear to me that Zedrick was cheating, I would still cover for him because this is the life I chose... marrying the man I thought would make me happy for life.

He took the last remaining valuables from the Moore family villa–antiques, jewelry, even all the cash gifts from the wedding–and vanished without a trace. Christine completely broke down. Like a madwoman, she searched for him everywhere, but could not even find a shadow of him. Every day she drowned herself in alcohol, numbing her mind until she passed out beneath highway overpasses. Even the floating comments were stunned. [Holy sh*t, this is your fake-heir male lead? His character setup completely collapsed.] [Can't even call him the male lead anymore. The so-called supporting male character is the real protagonist now. Whoever he chooses becomes the female lead.]

A powerful and elusive figure emerged from the shadows, determined to bring us down and sabotage our efforts. This mysterious adversary, known only as "The Puppeteer," seemed to possess an uncanny ability to manipulate events and individuals to serve their nefarious agenda. They operated with ruthless precision, pulling the strings behind closed doors, orchestrating a web of deception and sabotage. The Puppeteer's actions were not confined to mere threats or attacks on our reputation. They began targeting our allies, sabotaging our projects, and even orchestrating false evidence to discredit our work. It became clear that they were willing to go to any lengths to ensure their grip on power r

He looks entirely incongruous in the rotting basement, standing amidst the grime and the drug residue. Stefano Farina. My finance consigliere looks down at me. His expression is completely devoid of malice. There’s no gloating in his eyes, no frantic adrenaline. He surveys the damage to my face with the detached, clinical interest of an accountant reviewing a miscalculated ledger. The betrayal doesn't sting. It doesn't shatter anything inside me. Thinking it was Enzo hurt. All I have left now is self-loathing. Every misdirection. Every dead end. The so-called anomaly in the payroll. There was no money from Palermo. He was never helping me track down the traitor.

What happened? - He did, but what he saw did not satisfy him that much. Actually it didn’t at all. Another annoying laugh that I had to learn about; this guy isn’t at all the one I thought he was. He impersonates a trustful person when in fact he is stabbing you in the back in the lowest way possible. He is maybe as dangerous as or worse than Sarah. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable

She was with them from the beginning. There was that word again––trust. It was funny how the world worked. The woman he loved stabbed him in the back while his mortal enemy, gifted him with her father’s heart as a sign of her loyalty. Aluxious expelled a breath through his clenched teeth. Was this fate? He never believed in fate before. “So it is Freya, huh?” Daryn asked in a terse voice. Aluxious didn’t respond. His gaze was glued to the clear sky.

She asked while looking deeply at him with helpless eyes, he chuckled as he asked, “ Seriously? You think like that? You think my friend is a playboy who can fall for anyone? ” “ I.. I didn't mean that, it's just.. It's just I don't know what part of me he loves? I'm not blaming him but me, I cheated him with my fake personalities, sometimes I played the character that I thought he might love and would fall for me, sometimes I played the character he hates so that he would not fall for me and made me feel guilty and now, I don't know who he loves, I don't even know which self of me was true and which was false, how can I say that he loves me and not those fake characters? ” she asked with w

And he was startled. "I am not Mike" I said to him softly. "Please stop that" He said to me, removing my hands to his face. "I am saying the truth" "No, stop that Mike, you must been affected by the accident" he said to me "No, I am not lying, I am not Mike please" I begged to him "Trying to deny even yourself, what happen to you Mike?" he said with a pain in his eyes "I am Lucas, please listen to me. You can contact my family, please release me"

--- While playing a mobile game, Theodore accidentally glanced at the trending headlines back home. Seeing Isabella drowned in waves of public criticism, he couldn’t hold back. He registered an account called "Flower Protector" and posted a counter-narrative: "Has anyone considered that maybe it’s Nathan Hill and his Sis-in-law who had an affair, breaking Isabella’s heart? Perhaps that’s why she doesn’t want to be a tool in their drama anymore." "This post stands as proof—I’ll wait for Isabella to return and expose the truth about this scumbag!"