Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

Clearing her throat, Emily sat down, smoothening down her blouse. “I'm sorry, Sir but what did you just say? I think I heard wrong. I hope it is wrong” “I want you be my fake girlfriend” Emily blinked, absorbing the shocking offer, “Are you sure of what you have just said, Mr. Sterling?” “I am” "I'm not sure how I feel at the moment" “I completely understand, Ms. Collins. It's a lot to ask," "Sir, I……I appreciate the trust you've placed in me. But engaging in a fake relationship feels... ethically challenging. I also understand the pressure you're facing from your family and it’s a difficult situation. However, I don't want to participate in deceiving your family”

Dickson hurried forward to pick up and go through the agreement, crying in horror after that, “No! No way! Mr. Pether wouldn’t possibly make a decision like this!” Dickson’s eyes were red. He had recently returned to the country and had yet to accomplish anything big. Omnicare Drugstore was supposed to be a good stepping stone for him! With some attention, Omnicare Drugstore, which was already stable, could add merit to his record and boost him into the core level of the Soulspring Group within a short time. In spite of it, this fantasy was ruined! “It’s fake! This contract is fake! You forged it!” Dickson cried and actually planned to tear the document, frightening Farris.

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 looked at her wrong. “I stayed with Trisha. "Hmm, are you sure?" "I don't have to lie to you," I murmured as seriously as possible. I felt sad and disappointed, definitely this day would not be pretty. -It's okay. Today I will come a little later than normal, I will stay working with a colleague. Will you do something after work? I denied. -Any. "Okay," and turned his gaze to the computer again.

"I've never been to a place like that ever before! I am a licensed doctor! This video was fabricated to frame me on purpose! I'm suing you for defamation!" Ian also recovered from his shock and quickly staggered back, putting some distance between himself and Dr. Bean. "This… Yeah! It's AI! It has to be fake!" Ian then pointed at me while feigning a look of sudden realization on his face. "I know that you don't want to donate your bone marrow to Mindy, Cindy, but did you really have to hire someone to come up with a fake video like this to frame Dr. Bean? Don't you know that he's a high authority in his field? How could he possibly be dabbling in something so illegal as this?"

she said, her voice laced with concern. "Oh my God, I hope this isn't what I'm thinking," Anna remarked, her fingers flying across the keyboard. I leaned in, curious. "What are you thinking about?" I asked. Anna's eyes met mine, and I could see the realization dawning on her. "That the Ortega's are using multiple fake accounts to comment on your page so you can be disqualified," she confirmed. My eyes widened in shock. That would be a dirty move, but it made sense. The Ortega's would stop at nothing to win.

on anonymous client profiles, all wrapped in vague language and speculation. Just enough to look like a real lead if anyone’s watching, and off the mark enough to make them sleep better at night. I salt it with fake phone numbers, bad dates, even a line about a “possible romantic entanglement” between Liberty-Anne and a minor Bainbridge investor. Pure fiction, but plausible enough to distract. It’s tedious, playing cat-and-mouse with a shadow I can’t see, but it beats handing over my real work on a silver platter.

"Outside the box, Paul roared, his voice resonating uncannily across the concourse. He held up the poster board. It displayed a shabby Photoshopped picture of Scarlett and Jett with the words "FAKE! THE DEBT OF HER FIRM! SCHEME FOR HER MOTEL! HIS DESPERATION FOR A CAREER!"Bullet points with altered email excerpts and false financial data were placed beneath the text, all of which were intended to paint Jett as an unsuspecting celebrity and Scarlett as a desperate, cunning opportunist.

I ask. “Most of those transfers aren’t valid without your signature or knowledge. If they are, you can formally disclaim them. We’ll draft and file a disclaimer of interest immediately for any known assets. That severs your connection on paper. If the feds come knocking, it shows you actively rejected involvement.” “What about protection from him and his men?” Halle freezes. Her eyes widen, and for a second, she just stares at me. Colour drains from her face. “Protection, from physical... abuse?” Her voice cracks. “Luke, honey...I had no idea—”