Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

"So what do I do?" "For now, keep her calm and safe. Don't confront the engagement directly, but don't actively feed the fantasy either. Be kind, but maintain boundaries. And Nick…" His voice grew more serious. "There's something important you need to understand." "What?" "What you did qualifies as falsifying information. You signed hospital discharge documents claiming to be the legal responsible party for someone you have no real relationship with. Technically, I should report you." My heart started pounding.

I tried to act calm as I arrived at the bank and shook hands with the manager. It became harder to act calm as he looked at his documents after I had told him my name and he shook his head. ‘I’m sorry ma’am,’ he said, looking at me. ‘Mr Hart exempted your name from part of the inheritance.’ ‘What do you mean?’ My eyes widened. ‘It means that you aren’t acknowledged here anymore,’ he shrugged. ‘Maybe there’s been a mistake?’ The rest of the things he said just faded into the loud ringing in my ears. I didn’t know how long I sat still, trying to understand everything.

"If you say so." There it was again. That same dismissive phrase that made me want to throw my phone across the room. "Stop saying that!" I typed in all caps. "Saying what?" "'If you say so.' You keep saying it like you don't believe me." "I believe that you believe what you're saying." "That's the same as not believing me!" "Is it?" I actually growled at my phone in frustration. "Fine," Derek typed. "I believe you. The kiss meant nothing. The date will be completely fake. Our entire relationship is pretend. Everything is fake. Happy?"

Oddly, not being uncomfortable as I built the lie for their benefit. So, since notifying my parents of the change, there had been little contact. Other than their attempts at calls, and the multiple messages that remained ignored. I was bad. I know it. I was worried that I may make a mistake and say something I should not. While I had been entirely capable of developing carefully crafted lies for Presley's parents to allow them to believe our faked relationship, this was my parents. I feared they would see right through me.

My stomach drops. I open the message instantly. It contains a single link to an online article. The site looks like one of those trash outlets that mix real news with gossip, but the headline punches me in the chest. Damian Augustus Under Investigation Internal Corporate Sources Claim “Misconduct Under Review” There is barely any detail. The body of the article is vague, written like someone pieced together rumors and conjecture from scraps of unrelated information. No official quotes. No evidence. Nothing concrete. It feels manufactured. Designed.

"We reviewed your updated records and found that you've recently been placed on probation at your university. The reason listed was an incident where you allegedly assaulted your Dean. Is that correct?" Mona's face went pale. "That's… not the whole story. Yes, I was written up, but it was today, and it was all a misunderstanding. I didn't hide anything from you—" "I'm sorry," the voice cut her off, still maddeningly calm. "Because you didn't disclose this immediately, we view it as falsified information. As a result, your internship placement is canceled." "What?!" Mona shot to her feet. "No—you can't do this! We already agreed, and this was just a mix-up—"

After the incident, Samantha developed a peculiar mental illness. The doctor said she was projecting her trauma onto me. She subconsciously viewed me as her attacker, as an unforgivable sinner. Her parents didn't correct her. Neither did mine. I did nothing wrong. But everyone else could be saved as long as I sacrificed myself. Samantha filed a lawsuit against me, accusing me of marital assault, and hired a team of lawyers. But the judge wasn't a fool. Due to a lack of evidence, Samantha's claims were dismissed after several hearings.

She whispered. “No. This man Is really very careful with all his legal work. There is no possible way to find a loophole.” Raol nodded his head in disapproval and then turned to look at daisy. “I think we will have to make fake documents and place it on the table. He has dealt with Hazel’s father but then the dealings have been extremely honest and clear from both the parties.” Raol frowned a little in frustration and Daisy nodded his head trying to understand his point of view. “So we can always create fake documents and place them on the table. All we want is that Hazel should think that it was not you but Ethan Sir, who committed fraud against her father. Does she know that you own the co

The price he had asked for also seemed like a huge joke. “Of course, I was joking. Do you think I don’t know that it’s a fake? I’m just trying to test if this underground website is secure. It looks like the users are just some lowlifes, such a stupid website!” He acted as if he were mocking the website, saying, “Take it down now. It’s so lame!” Ralph’s subordinate sighed in relief and took the item down immediately. Then he said, “Mr. Russell, it’s best if you don’t joke like this anymore. There are some genuine kickboxers on this web if we accidentally make them unhappy…”

he said angrily. -"Everything you said is just speculation and not reality. I'm really sorry to disappoint you, but as I told you before, your expectations were very high from the beginning" I reasoned. - "But ...but the bond...the mates' thing...you know..... it... can do anything. It can do ... wonders!" he exclaimed disappointingly.