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False engagement

False engagement

Trisha exclaimed, smiling. "I feel it too." I narrowed my eyes because they were both acting weird and finished putting on my shoes. —Here, put on some makeup—Verónica handed me a bag with her cosmetics. "What did my mother tell you?" I wanted to know, pulling out a mirror and starting to put on a little makeup because I didn't want to look emaciated and less sleepless. I wanted to forget about everything today, to get rid of stress and bad vibes. Whenever I think of bad vibes, the image of Oliver Price comes to my mind. He's the devil himself and I hate him. If I had it in front of me...
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Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love

People always saw us together and assumed we were dating—which was funny, considering the last guy I kissed was a complete stranger on a beach. "Oh, hey," I mumbled. “Michelle, are you alright? You look tired,” Leo said with concern. "Just pulled an all-nighter studying," I lied, flashing him a weak smile as we stepped into the lecture hall. I mean, what was I supposed to say? ‘Sorry I look like a mess, Leo. I got drunk last night and ended up hooking up with some random beach guy’? Yeah, no thanks. That’s definitely not a conversation I’m ready for.
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My Fake Poor Girlfriend

My Fake Poor Girlfriend

Who knows if she’ll take the money and deceive another man or keep another lover? After reading the comments, I turned the sound back on. Wren was crying. “Aran, I truly loved you. I didn’t dare tell you the truth all these years because I was afraid that if you knew I lied, you would leave me. “I admit Matt was my mistake. I shouldn’t have let you suffer while being with another man outside. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I deserve this…” I opened the comment box and typed. [Wren, pay me back.]
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The Fated Fake Marriage

The Fated Fake Marriage

It purrs like a kitten. “Are you fucking crazy?” I whisper as I glance around guiltily. “Get out! I have already been in trouble once today.” She grabs his black playboy sunglasses from the console and puts them on as she pretends to drive and turn the wheel. “Oh, Amber, I want to fuck you so hard,” she mimics in a fake Australian accent. “Oh, Amber, I want to section you in a mental institution,” I hit back in a better Australian accent than hers.
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Fake Fiancée, Real Boss

Fake Fiancée, Real Boss

Asia's POV The flight from New York had been hell. All that echoed in my head was the words Gia said. “Asia dear, you can't attend this wedding, It's for elites only,take this ticket, it's a two days vacation trip to Paris, it'll be worth it sister.” She’d said it with that fake sweet smile, while Mom nodded along like Gia was already the trophy daughter. The daughter who landed a wealthy fiancé. The one who lied straight to everyone’s face and claimed she was an only child.
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Bounded Proposition

Bounded Proposition

Well, yeah we’re in the same circle of friends but I don’t know why I also didn’t like her vibe at first. “Therese Amira Del Real.” I immediately heard her hysterical laugh echoing around the whole café that made me roll my eyes. She always had that habit of saying the full name of people when she’s excited. “So, you finally talked to the great, Rhandall Ardon Delmont of the ConCielo group of companies. What did he say to you?” she asked as she crossed her arms and laid it on top of the round table. “He is a fool of himself!” I said every word emphatically. “Did you know that?”
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Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love

In my mind, I only had the face of the handsome professor and the people in the elevator. I thought Americans were beautiful, everyone was beautiful, they were all tall and healthy, not like myself, both short and ugly. It's sad. Thinking about it for a long time, Alexis gradually falls asleep as well as sad. Meanwhile, there was a scream echoing throughout the small alley.
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False Perfection

False Perfection

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."
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It's Always Been You

It's Always Been You

He didn't look at me as he placed his hand on my lower back and started leading me inside. Once again, it seemed like it was settled on Wes and I being nothing more than friends, simply being flirty and faking the romance to sell our fake relationship. That was answer enough for me to know I had to get a grip on the situation and stop letting my judgement get clouded. We had walked back inside when I ran into Mirah. She sighed as she took a look at me. "Seriously, Fia? Is it so hard for you to control yourself?" "What?"
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False love is like a beautifully wrapped gift with nothing inside—it looks perfect on the surface but crumbles under scrutiny. I’ve seen it in friends who stayed in relationships for the Instagram aesthetics, where every post screamed 'couple goals,' but behind closed doors, they barely spoke. It’s performative, rooted in validation rather than vulnerability. Real love isn’t about matching outfits or staged photos; it’s about messy, unglamorous moments—like holding hair back during food poisoning or arguing over whose turn it is to do dishes.

One red flag? Love that’s conditional. If affection only flows when you fit a mold (lose weight, quit your hobby, or dress a certain way), that’s not love—it’s control masked as care. I learned this the hard way when I dated someone who 'loved' my writing... until it competed with their schedule. False love demands change; real love celebrates growth.

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