Female Face Claims Novels & Stories

The room buzzed with anticipation as we stepped onto the podium, facing a sea of cameras and eager reporters. Adrian's voice boomed with conviction, his words carrying the weight of his determination. "Ladies and gentlemen, we stand before you today to expose the falsehoods that have tainted our lives. The rumors, the speculations—they are nothing but a web of manipulation orchestrated by Catherine Morgan." I stood by his side, my heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and resolve. "We have the evidence to prove our innocence and expose the truth. The pursuit of power and revenge has clouded Catherine's judgment, but we refuse to let her tear us apart."

The second female reporter reported a blush surfacing on her pretty face. "Who do you think is the anonymous man? I think that man should be one of the most capable men in the country because that's the right fit for our doctor, or else many fans will throw a fit. How sad that the man's face was blurred, but his perfect figure is 1000/10..." The third female newscaster reported with an enchanted smile on her face. The second female interjected with a childish, beautiful giggle. "Reporter H, I think your report is getting out of hand…"

"I will train with you." "You will just distract me." I chuckled, my hand cupping her cheek as I brushed my thumb over her swollen, red lips. "No. I mean it. I will train with you. If someone challenges you, I will fight alongside you." My brow furrowed at her words. "You see, I read everything about the Claiming. There are no rules that prohibit females from fighting. It stated there that if the female emerges from the Claiming arena without an Alpha or Beta alongside her, then she’s free to walk away without being Claimed. It didn’t specifically say that females were not allowed to fight off those who wanted them. Plus, it says in there that an Alpha can fight one or more at the same time,

“My face. My life.” “I’ll fix this,” he said desperately. “I’ll release a statement. I’ll sue—” She laughed, a broken sound. “You can’t sue humiliation away.” Outside, camera flashes lit up the windows. Voices shouted her name. Her name. For the first time since marrying him, she felt truly exposed. “They’re calling me a fraud,” she said. “Like I sold myself.” Ethan’s jaw clenched. “You didn’t.” “But that’s the story now,” she replied softly. “And stories like this don’t care about truth.”

Not quite understanding what she was getting at, I responded with a "I beg your pardon?" But the woman in question seemed not to have sensed my confusion or maybe she just didn't care about it as she started rambling, "Women like you, I know very well - you are opportunistic and would do anything it takes to climb up the ladder but... do you really think having that face makes you the real deal?" Completely lost, I asked with perplexity, "Why don't I get you?" But yet again, she ignored my question and continued, "Then, let me tell you this - a fake will always remain a fake and a substitute, a substitute."

How did such rumors come about? Chelsea suddenly thought of the account which sent her a private message last night. That person talked about raising the price. Was it a coincidence? "Chelsea, why don't you do a live broadcast to prove your innocence? I'm so angry to see these comments. I want you to slap those people in the face! Her voice substitute? Bullshit! Yamilet is not qualified to be your face substitute. Her face can't match your voice!" "No, we signed the contract." Chelsea was very calm. "Moreover, this is just a trivial matter. It's not worth it to show my real identity because of this."

It made me feel like I was the only one breaking. Then my phone rang. Unknown number. I froze. Sophia noticed immediately. “Don’t answer it,” she said quickly. But something inside me already knew I had to. I stepped away and picked up. “Hello?” A woman’s voice came through immediately. Calm. Professional. “We represent Global View Network.” “I’m not interested.” “We would like to offer you an exclusive platform to address the pregnancy rumors directly.” I glanced toward Damien. He was watching me carefully. “Why would I do that?”

She sounded like she was concerned about Zayn's reputation as she smiled at them pretentiously. “It's not nonsense, Ms.Joanna, it's written in the news right here” The female colleague answered with a look of grievance on her face. “It's a rumour. It must be one of those fabricated stories” Joanna walked toward her furiously. However, she looked very anxious. When Joanna was close to the female colleague, she pointed to the photo on the computer screen, saying, “Ms. Joanna, look at this....” Seeing this, Joanna's eyes widened in shock. She knew the people in the photo and they were none other than Zayn and Bethany.

"They thought I was a celebrity, a public figure, but I am not a pushover. I will not care about the damn image and fame and zip my mouth over the wrong thing; I am a human first and a woman who can back at the person who plays with a woman like a toy." As Alice finished her speech, she became aware of tears trickling down her cheeks. She quickly brushed them aside, and the camera switched to the interviewer's face. "This is huge, especially when it's coming from a celebrity who staked her image and spoke the truth. Cheating is never a compulsion, but an option. Thank you so much, Alice, for being with us today." The camera once again turned to Alice, who was looking better after a touch-up

I heard someone scoff and I turned to face them. It was a woman, she looked like she was in her early forties. Judging by the way she looked at Anika, it was clear that she was jealous of her because she wasn’t even half as pretty as Anika was. “You’re just jealous because you’d never be as gorgeous as she is.” someone from the table defended Anika. A smile broke on my face as I saw the woman’s face flare up in anger as she began to deny the allegations but it didn’t help but prove them more right.