Fingiendo Amor Novels & Stories

"Chester, I'm sorry. I lied to you. I'm your real fiancee, not Janet." The moment Tiffany finished, Janet tightened her hold on my hand. I stayed quiet and looked up at Tiffany, her eyes brimming with tears. After a long beat, I smirked. "Is that so?" I threaded my fingers through Janet's and said, "I've got amnesia. I don't remember anything from before, so why would I take your word for it just because you said so?"

“How else would you have survived your mother’s lethal glares, the ladies’ attempts to fix your single status, and all the juicy gossip about your thrilling private life?” “Oh, I don’t know, darling. It wouldn’t be that hard,” he echoed, smirking. “I’d just say I pined for a dazzling socialite—Aurora, the charming lady who broke my heart in that one unforgettable night of passion…” “Oh no, you don’t!” I gasped in mock outrage. “Don’t you dare make up corny stories about me! At least make it exciting—like how the brave Aurora swooped in to save you from the blazing dessert—!”

“He'll know that we're not really married if you're this stiff.” “Sorry, but I'm really nervous.” "Don't worry, my grandfather won't eat you." “But he looks like the wild type.” “He's just disciplined. Put your hand on my arm?” “Wh-what?” “Put your hand on my arm and act as if you were a lovely wife.”

"Stop pretending, it’s not love. It’s fake.” Jennifer gritted her teeth, but she said nothing. Her hands curled into fists at her sides. She stepped back toward her mother when the woman walked away, and in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, Jennifer let out a cold, small promise that trembled with fury: “I’ll kill all of you.” Susan shook her head, her hand tightened on Jennifer’s, "Don't do that... It will look suspicious." she muttered... "I need you to get out of here. Alive."

It purrs like a kitten. “Are you fucking crazy?” I whisper as I glance around guiltily. “Get out! I have already been in trouble once today.” She grabs his black playboy sunglasses from the console and puts them on as she pretends to drive and turn the wheel. “Oh, Amber, I want to fuck you so hard,” she mimics in a fake Australian accent. “Oh, Amber, I want to section you in a mental institution,” I hit back in a better Australian accent than hers.

Even if the man she had just promised to love in public life might very well prove to be the chilliest storm she ever got the opportunity to dance through. Fiona glared at the phone for a slow second. Then she let out a breath and thrust it back into her purse, and went towards the hospital room. She looked in at sleeping Liza, her breast tight with all she couldn't tell. To improve, Liza would wear warm-hued deceptions. She'd read the life story of a stranger. And charm a woman who ruled empires. Faking love for Charles Billion wasn't the hardest. Being not afraid was.

“A job?” “Yeah. It’s temporary. But… We need someone who can pull it off. It’s for the company. You pretend to date someone. Just a show. In and out.” Liam stared. “Fake dating? Are you joking?” Kant crossed his arms. “You’ve done worse for money.” Liam’s eyes flared with disbelief. “That was years ago; I’m not that person anymore.” Kant shrugged. “Fine, then I'll find another person; just say no.”

I could tolerate that his love was a pretense because the assistance he rendered was absolutely authentic, and my gratitude for him was boundless. I suddenly felt a crushing, sharp ache in my chest that tore me from my painful memories. I clutched at my chest, fully aware that the system was draining away my life force. I then murmured to myself, with an uncanny calmness, "I suppose with the antagonist dying now, everyone in this world will be happy about that." Henry could finally stop living in dread, constantly afraid that I would become vengeful and hurt the woman he cherished. He would no longer be required to sacrifice his whole life, maintaining a false, deceitful marriage with a woma

‘I won’t stop you. ‘I know, but...’ She wanted more than his acquiescence; she wanted his participation. ‘Can we—can we pretend?’ she asked, her voice quavering slightly with nervousness. ‘Can we pretend, just for tonight, that we’re...that we’re in love?’ She felt his body tense underneath her hand and she hurried to explain. ‘I know we’re not. I don’t want us to be, not for real. I don’t want to love someone like that.’ Abdullah remained ominously silent, so she continued stiltedly, ‘I just want to feel like I do for one night. To forget everything else and just enjoy feelings I can’t afford to have in real life.’ She sounded ridiculous, Amira realized. What was she really asking? For him

“You constantly claim that you're doing your best, but I can't believe it. However, this is never the case. When he speaks, he lowers his voice. You are aware of my feelings for you, Fabiana. Despite Armando's efforts to get closer to her, he quickly moves away from her. Armando is not this person. No, I'm not. Solemnly, she answers. “Yes!” Armando yells at this point. Fabiana is well aware of this. -It is wonderful...- She pulls the rope. When he says he loves me, he says he can't see me! She is being very honest with you. "Ella, let's go out with our friends and pretend we don't know each other if we see each other!" Do you have any idea what it's like?” She breaks down and sobs. "Is it po