Fingiendo Amor Novels & Stories

If she hadn’t bitten her own finger and cried out from the sting, she wouldn’t have realized that Dixal was already leaning across his desk, his elbows braced on the surface as he stared at her flushed face with a teasing glint in his eyes. She straightened at once, pressing her thighs together to hide her sore finger, wincing but trying to act as if nothing had happened. “What are you thinking, Amor?” His voice carried that familiar playful drawl, eyes gleaming with mischief. She shook her head quickly, gaze dropping to the desk. “Nothing—just... I can’t make sense of what I’m reading,” she murmured, pretending to focus. “What are you reading?” he asked, barely suppressing a laugh at her fl

I was thankful he did not ask any question; he just let me hug him and cry on his shoulder. Did she really make a mistake coming back to her? . Did cable really lose all feeling for me? Did our love really Fake Love?? Should go back and get married to alexander."

She was laughing me to scorn. “In love?” She asked. “But I don't love you.” “And I don't love you either.” I said pinching the bridge of my nose. “It's called a fake relationship for a reason, Ms Moreno.” “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” She said standing up and the rest of the French fries fell on my expensive marble floors. "That's gonna take some serious method acting. You might have to, you know, pretend to be charming. I've seen zero evidence you even know what that word means."

Amora continued, her voice rising, her eyes filled with anger she had long suppressed. Vicktor swallowed hard. His mouth opened, wanting to respond… wanting to curse… But not a single word came out. His love for Elisha, which had not completely faded, held him back. “So…” Vicktor’s voice was hoarse. “All this time, you were just—” “Yes,” Amora cut him off quickly. “I was just acting, Vicktor.” Her smile turned cold. “All those feelings of love I showed you, all those sweet promises… were fake!” Her laughter burst out—sharp and loud, painfully piercing Vicktor’s heart.

She asked while looking deeply at him with helpless eyes, he chuckled as he asked, “ Seriously? You think like that? You think my friend is a playboy who can fall for anyone? ” “ I.. I didn't mean that, it's just.. It's just I don't know what part of me he loves? I'm not blaming him but me, I cheated him with my fake personalities, sometimes I played the character that I thought he might love and would fall for me, sometimes I played the character he hates so that he would not fall for me and made me feel guilty and now, I don't know who he loves, I don't even know which self of me was true and which was false, how can I say that he loves me and not those fake characters? ” she asked with w

That was the only thing Anton could say to Aimie. Angelo was surprised with what the frog-looking Anton had meant: “What does he mean that I love that ugly Homosapien, is Aimie’s older brother losing his mind already? How can he say I love that bastard- when I’m so annoyed with just looking at Mark’s face. I’m just putting up with him because I still have yet to steal some valuables in his palace-like house.” Angelo faked a smile at what Anton said. He had to pretend that what Anton was saying was true. But deep inside- he’s calming himself, thinking that everything he is doing right now is for a greater purpose- of stealing Mark’s expensive things.

Her figure was so provoking and alluring, and I wanted to devour it. I know she wouldn’t want that, after all, we were faking the marriage. But I had a perfect plan, we will fake it till we make it real. I smelled her, hug her, and listened to her heart racing, I whisper in her ear, reassuring her that it was all fake. Her mood was contagious, I find myself doing what I wouldn’t have done, what I was banished from doing. I found myself cooking again, not with another person but with the one my heart beat for, the one I have finally understood what I feel for, my super healer. Every word she says, every laughter, every smile engrave in my heart.

He was just another pretender, feigning kindness while hiding his true nature. 'I won't be fooled again, not my Mateo or Dante. And as for that feeling called love, it was dead to me. Dead forever. "

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

I raised an eyebrow. “My scent? What are you talking about?” He stood up walking closer to me til he was right in front of me. I sat back in the chair, as he leaned over me. “Oh, I’m sure you know very well what I’m talking about?” He breathed out, putting his fangs on show. I gasped with wide eyes. He smirked again. Ok, that smirk was starting to become a little irritating. What should I do? Should I continue trying to play dumb or should I tell him the truth? I sighed heavily. I guess there is no point in me continuing to keep lying.