False Romantic 소설 & 이야기

Maybe he was just… I stood frozen for a second, staring at the waves as they lapped against the shore. My mind was a chaotic mess. Roman wouldn’t. Would he? It wasn’t as if we were in a real commitment. This whole thing was a farce, a carefully curated performance for mutual benefit. But we’d agreed to exclusivity, hadn’t we? This was still supposed to be something. And on Valentine’s Day of all days, our first together—even if it was fake. But then again, Roman was a man. A man cut from the same cloth as Ethan, wasn’t he?

“We just made love. You were inside me, holding me, saying all that stuff. And then you’re telling someone else you love them? What the fuck, Roland?” He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “It was just a one-night fling. Nothing personal. You shouldn’t be thinking because I fucked the shit out of you that we’re serious now. Come on, man.” His words hit like ice water. I felt my stomach drop. So that’s it? Just sex? Roland shrugged, face kind of blank. “This is still a fake relationship. You shouldn’t get too comfortable. I can still see who I want to see. That’s how it is.”

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

A long sigh slipped past my lips. "You don't know?" he repeated. I nodded against his chest. "What are you afraid of?" Huh? "Nothing," I lied immediately. "Then what is it?" "I don't know," I sighed again, frustrated with myself. He went silent for a second. "Then I suppose I'll have to make you realize I'm a better choice," he declared and I ouldn't help but grin at his words. "Are you falling for this gorgeous damsel, Mr. Voss? Is my pussy that sweet?"

But one of them mistook my friendship as something else and proposed to me on the phone. I was shocked at his proposal but as I was not at all interested in him, I said that I don't have any such feelings for him. He tried to make me accept it by making me guilty. He said that I was not accepting his feelings as there was a hell lot of difference in the social status of our families. It was not like that. He was just not the kind of a person, I can think about falling in love with... In fact, he was exactly the opposite of what I wanted.

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

"I-It's been a long time! I already told you that I'm still in another country when it happened! Roman and I have never met before! I don't even know why my friend sent this." "Give me a reason why he would do that?" Romana said. "Maybe . . . He just wanted to destroy my relationship with my fiance!" she explained. The abundant tears from her eyes were like a stream. "Is what you're saying true?" she asked unconvinced. "Promise! I love Roman so much! I can't cheat on your brother!"

- But. “I realize you need to stock up on that hypothesis of yours on the grounds that it is simpler than tolerating reality,” Metromet, “however, regardless of whether the fact of the matter is unbearable, it is superior to living in complete falsehood. .— And our romance is the best falsehood made by William Hunt. "Is that the reason why you have stayed away from me these fourteen days, since you believe that our relationship is clearly false?"

“They are merely a bunch of pigs who prey on women and then leave after they have exposed their true intentions.” “They are not like that!” “Only if you are basing on reality. Ideal and perfect men are just in books.” “They are in real life!” “Because you romanticize them!” My best friend pouted, so I cackled. She knows that she will never win an argument with me.

“I need to tell you something, but it’s… a lot. You have to promise me you won’t judge.” Sophia tilted her head, her voice softening. “Amber, whatever it is, I’m not judging. Just talk to me.” Amber exhaled shakily. “Ryan and I… it’s not what it looks like. Our marriage—it’s not real. It’s a contract.” Sophia’s brows shot up. “A contract? What do you mean?”