Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

Fear flickered through her. “That will make them believe it’s real.” “No,” he said quietly. “It will make them stop guessing.” The press statement broke before midnight: ADRIAN VALE DENIES PERSONAL INVOLVEMENT IN CURRENT PROJECT CONSULTANT. CALLS RUMORS “STRATEGIC SABOTAGE.” Clara read it three times. No personal involvement. Not a lie. Not the truth. Something in between. Her phone vibrated. Adrian: This protects you. Clara:

"Are they not?" "I liquidated Vane Logistics four months ago," I lied, a bold assertion that held my breath captive. The audacity of my feint reminded me of the high stakes we were playing; commitment was the name of the game. I projected a series of fraudulent but perfectly crafted documents onto the wall behind him, each one a building block in a tower of deception. "The assets you’re trying to seize don't exist. They’ve been absorbed into a decentralized autonomous organization based in Switzerland. The 'third-party' trustee listed in the contract is now merely a trustee of an empty shell."

I made myself breathe and forced my shaking hands not to show as I turned to the board. She claimed to be a financial consultant, and disarm my Nexus Ventures allegations with a charm that was difficult to ignore! “Ms. Valenticia’s conclusions are worrisome, yet premature,” Natasha replied, her smile cutting. “Without authenticated sources, these claims risk defaming our operations.” Her statements sowed doubts, and I watched the board members, their eyes darting between me and her. Mr Vance, Gregor’s man, nodded eagerly, and there was a hard scepticism on all but the neutral faces. The evidence I had acquired—the transaction logs Elaine had risked everything to hand over to me was labelled

"This is fake… None of this is real!" Yvette ran up the stage and shouted, "You're despicable, Callum! How dare you forge these documents to frame me?! Don't believe him, everyone! He's just jealous of my company's IPO and has become delusional!" Henry quickly chimed in as he shouted into the media's camera, "Yvette is right! He tried to scare us this afternoon with a fake app, and now he has gone even further by creating these fake documents. Someone call the police to arrest him!"

I said firmly, leaving no room for argument. No answer. I turned around to see him talking to two girls. He was putting his arm out in front of him and they were touching his biceps. "No, ladies, I'm not on steroids. These guns are the real deal, baby" He said smugly, flexing his arm muscles. The girls giggled and carried on touching his arm, making me roll my eyes. He didn't listen to a word I'd said I walked away from the weird scene and made my way to the lunch hall.

The door locked shut, and silence swallowed the attic once more. Pain burned across my back, but the cold inside me hurt worse. Luca would never believe me unless I found proof. However, Marcus had vanished the moment Luca drove him out. Where was I supposed to look? I didn’t know how long I lay there before the lock clicked again. Helena wheeled herself in, holding a stack of papers. She tossed them onto the floor in front of me. “This is the termination agreement. Go ahead and sign.” I stared at her, stunned. “You would be so kind?”

“I’d hoped for a little basic decency, but clearly, that’s beyond you—and your twisted fascination.” Her brows lifted in mock surprise. “Oh, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she cooed, hands fluttering in faux distress. “I was just curious. We’ve all grown so much since college, and I thought maybe sharing could help bond us and… clear the air.”

The police released an official statement denying all rumors and accusations against me and them for bribery. Riding on the momentum, I then released a ton of evidence online. I wrote that Meryl was an impostor whose son committed marriage fraud to get the wife to look after her illegitimate twins. I then spent some more money to bump it up to the headlines. Paul appeared as well, backing up everything I said and bringing more traffic and attention to my post. After that, I set up a fund to help victims of marriage fraud divorce their partners. With that, my company also made the headline news as well. And because of our newfound popularity, many of our items sold out. We even received huge

"OMG! You are a daughter to Mr. Williams Leonard, the CEO of Ecstasy and the manager to Billiards industry? I can't believe it I am star struck!, but what could you be doing in Balor of all places?" "I just want to be here, live on my own." "Oh, I know that feeling dear, welcome again to Balor and FC, the two coolest places in the world!" Vada gave her a fake smile as she settled down on her desk, when Karen made for her station too, she dressed her brows as she rubbed her temple in fatigue. She was so done. She began with the entries on her desk, FC created applications and websites for entrepreneurs and many other companies for easy access, payments and communication with their customers,

“I am not the real thing. That’s exactly the problem.” Silence. Then: “What does that mean?” My stomach knots. The contract has a confidentiality clause. Section 11. “It means I’m a private person who doesn’t want her neighborhood posted on gossip sites.” “Is everything okay with you and Adrian?” “Yes. Fine.” “You sound like you do when you’re not telling me something.” “I’m not lying. Just be careful what you post.” I pause. “The Friday profile is already written?” “Already written. But I can make it vaguer. Give me one real detail.”