Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

showing how Marcus deceived me to sign the papers, I signaled for Nicklaus to turn it off when it was done displaying. Murmurs are already arising, as some people were busy uploading the news "Attention everyone!!!" I shouted and everywhere turned ice "I have an announcement to make and that is…" "Go on…." They urged me, I look at Nicklaus and he gave me a go-ahead other I look at the board members and said "Marcus signed the fake power of attorney, this company is still in my name"

But something in Damian’s smirk said otherwise. I scrolled. Legal stamps. Witness signatures. A notary seal. My heartbeat thumped louder. “Why does this exist?” “I don’t know,” Damian said lightly, “but Noah must be very creative to make something this detailed.” “Or it’s real.” The words escaped before I could stop them. Silence. Heavy. Sharp. Victoria stepped closer. “It is fake.” I looked at Damian. “And you?” His smile widened. “If it’s real, then congratulations, brother. You married a nobody and hid it from all of us. That would be delicious.”

Everything is still not the end. Mr. Blue replied sarcastically, "Director Felix is a very optimistic person. Here we are in a desperate situation, and you still think that all this is just an illusion? There should be a limit to that. " Mr. Felix ignored Mr. Blue's sarcasm as he kept smiling, "The Davis Company's reputation has been around for a hundred years. It is not something that anyone can quickly destroy. It is easy to mislead consumers, but facts speak louder than words. Before the truth is revealed, all the guesses will be empty talk. "

There is not a bit of hope left in her. He gives her an owlish look. As she rolls her eyes and says "do not try to convince me. Mr. Tedd. We are off boundaries." Her voice was shaky. Julien keeps the silence ahead of her protest as he shrugs and says "I don't give a damn. It's a fake marriage, remember. Today you will sleep here on the floor as said. Tomorrow if you want to stroll around the city, be my guest." He dismisses himself as he rolls his sleeves and turns around to see her anguish look. "Sorry, but I would rather not."

he creased his forehead, probably doubting me. “Fishy? Nothing’s fishy.” I sniffed the surroundings. “Ha-ha. Funny,” he mocked. Seems like my interrogation failed. “But seriously, Shane, I am sure that he has good intentions. There is no point to doubt him.” “I can’t help it. He just came unexpectedly.” “My friend is one of the greatest humans in this whole wild world,” he exaggerated, “Trust me, he prefers to suffer by himself rather than letting others suffer. So I am certain that whatever it is that he is doing, it’s for the better.” He winked.

I raised my brow at her, she just sighed focusing back on her pasta. Bipolar much! I played with my food trying to watch my friends eat, we were six on the seat. I'm only close to Vivian; my best friend and maybe Emily. The others were just sitting with me for fame. It was as if my eyes were being controlled. Against my will, it went back to Kylie whose face was already covered with ice cream. There is something about her that seem fishy, she looks fake. The powder she used, I could recognized it by the smell. I'm sure she is hiding something and I'm going to expose her.

She was almost shouting at me. " Prachi, he is not good for you... He is a liar... He has a criminal record. Just stay away from him. What can I do to make you understand that he is a liar?" " No you are just being jealous, that's why you are saying all that. I don't want to talk to you. " " Prachi please... " " No more discussion on this topic... I have had enough... " She disconnected the phone. I tried calling again but her phone was switched off. I felt helpless. I wanted her to understand that she was wrong about Naman. He was not how he looked like.

"You're lying to us. A newspaper report doesn't prove anything—" I threw a paternity test at them and said, "He already bribed all the doctors when he showed up and claimed to be Ethan. The test that he gave you was fake. This is the real one. "Also, he's been using the house rules that you set up to force me to give him money this entire time, forbidding me from telling you what was going on. The money in my bank account didn't just disappear into thin air. I gave every single cent that I owned to him!"

"A grubby schmuck waltzing into Regal International? Security! What's this place coming to, letting in street scum? It's revolting!" His cronies piled on. "Hey, don't soil the rugs." "Mark, remember? This guy is all principled, claiming money means nothing. Now that his gimpy girlfriend is history, he is here trolling for a rich benefactress?" Their malicious cackles reverberated through the lobby. Enduring their fabricated slander, I fixed Mark with a steely glare and ground my teeth. "Back off!" Mark's expression soured. "Say that again!" He lunged forward, shoving me with brutal strength.

"Ma'am, do you deny 'Z Real Estate's' fraud allegation charges?" I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "Look, everyone," I began, my voice steady despite the chaos around me, "I know you all want a story, but rest assured, my company scamming people and giving them undervalued properties with bad infrastructures that could cause harm isn't one of them." I paused, making sure to meet the eyes of the reporters. "This woman's lawsuit, I am sure, is a misunderstanding. I will make sure the truth prevails."