False Romantic 소설 & 이야기

That’s the lowest of low. My friends said I was pathetic. They never approved of this one sided feeling and they kept hoping this love I had for Aiden would wear off soon. I kept hoping that would happen as well… but it’s been years and instead of those feelings wearing off, they just keep growing more and more with each passing day, because Aiden grows more good looking as the day wears on. Aiden and his girlfriend finally broke out of the kiss after what felt like forever and I rolled my eyes, distaste sitting heavily across my tongue.

“Ground rules?” He nodded, his eyes glinting. “First of all, no one can know this is fake. If anyone suspects that we’re not actually dating, the whole thing falls apart. So, we need to be convincing—like, really convincing.” She wasn’t sure whether to be intimidated or intrigued by the way he spoke, but she swallowed and nodded. “Okay. What else?”

Madison, however, mistook my laughter for mockery and glared at me with disdain. I tilted my head and asked in amusement, "Since you say you've worked hard to teach yourself the art of traditional pottery, I'm curious just how hard you've worked." I asked her that because I knew she couldn't possibly have self-taught herself traditional pottery. She was lying just to build a persona and continue using traditional pottery to make money. Just like Tyler, they didn't actually care about preserving the heritage. They were just exploiting it for profit. But to my surprise, Madison pulled out her phone. She pointed to a popular account that documented her journey in learning traditional pottery. T

"Truthfully? I think it's farcical and demeaning to everything we've built together. You've become an invaluable partner and friend. This whole fake relationship feels like a violation of the trust between us." I twisted my hands anxiously on the tabletop. "But I can't deny the potential consequences if we let this circus play out unchecked. So, I'm asking..." I took a deep breath. "Will you consider being my fake boyfriend, at least temporarily?" I finally broke eye contact, hoping against hope he'd agree to indulge this ludicrous notion. Chris was silent for a long moment before exhaling heavily. "You know I'd never jeopardize our work or your well-being, right?" His voice had taken on tha

“You knew something. You had to. Nobody gets this close to me by accident, Ronan. Not someone like you.” He shook his head. “You think I planned this? You think I walked into that café knowing who you were? I was just trying to get coffee. Then I met you. And for once in my life, something felt real.” She laughed again, a bitter, shaking sound that didn’t reach her eyes. “Real? Nothing about you is real. You lied about your name, your job, your life…” “I didn’t lie about what I felt for you,” he interrupted, voice low but fierce. “That was the only thing that was real.”

“Oh really? Because from where I’m sitting, those photos look a little too cozy to be just friends. So tell me, my dear best friend—what’s the real score here? Don’t even try to skip the good parts.” Lara sighed. She had already planned to tell Ali everything. She just didn’t expect to be ambushed before coffee. But the damage was done. Might as well get it over with. She sat up and crossed her legs, still wearing her wrinkled pajamas, hair a mess. “Reagan and I... don’t have a relationship. At least, not a real one.” “Not real?” she echoed, eyes narrowing. “What the hell does that mean?” “It means…” Lara hesitated. “He’s posing as my fake lover.”

Even Nikolai looks up from his phone. Ronan blinks. “I'm sorry.” He snatches the contract. “You got married.” Lucian stares at me as if I just announced the end of the world. “I’ve known you for fifteen years.” “So?” “I genuinely think you’d die before marriage. This has to be fake.” “It is.” “No.” He points at the signatures. “Marriage.” “It’s fake.” He rubs his face. “I think you’ve finally driven me insane.” He flips to the last page.

These relationships are written for storytelling purposes and should not be interpreted as standards for real-life romantic relationships. The author does not endorse, encourage, justify, or romanticize abuse, manipulation, violence, criminal behavior, or any actions that may cause harm to others. The characters, their decisions, and their actions exist solely within the context of this fictional world and should not be viewed as reflections of healthy conduct or moral ideals.

”Not without consequences. He leaned in closer, his breath brushing my ear. “How about we continue this game for the next two days?” “What…what do you mean?”My voice was barely a whisper. “We will pretend we are dating just to spite him more, and also I want to strike a business deal with him, so you on my side, might just make it easier.” Two days pretending to be engaged to this intriguing stranger? It was insane. “What exactly do I have to do?” I asked. His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Everything a real fiancée would do,”

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.