Fingiendo Amor Novels & Stories

The cunning bitch is trying to act like a good girlfriend. “Babe, you okay? You squeezed my arm so hard.” Felix asked with curious eyes, flexing his fingers in discomfort. “Sorry about that my love and I am perfectly fine," She replied with a strained smile “I just don't like seeing people in pain. Cause this young lady seems to be going through a lot and I am just trying to help her," she further stated, pretending almost perfectly. “I understand," Felix said, completely fooled. “Sorry, is she your girlfriend?” Amelia asked with a confused look.

Just enough to draw a line. “You should stop trying so hard,” I said, turning to meet her gaze. “We are not real.” Her mouth twitched. Not a smile. Not a frown. Just that delicate tremble people wear when something slips; pride, illusion, control. “You’re still mine in the eyes of the world,” she said softly. “That counts for something.” I held her gaze. Let the silence do the heavy lifting. Let her squirm in it. Because this wasn’t love. It wasn’t even affection. It was paperwork and press releases. It was champagne flutes raised at fundraisers, photographs taken at just the right angle, fake smiles and shoulder squeezes meant to suggest chemistry we never had.

An emotion I had no right to feel for a man I was only pretending to love. But the performance required commitment. That's what we'd agreed. I reached up and removed Bianca's hand from Dante's chest, my grip just tight enough to send a message. "I'm sorry, but my fiancé and I have an announcement to make. Perhaps you two can catch up later. Much later." Bianca's eyes flashed with anger. "You have no idea what you're getting into, little girl. Dante and I have history. Real history. Not some fake arrangement designed to"

She yelled excitedly, with a bright smile on her face, you would think that she won the lottery or something. I frown but remember that I am Sheila who is supposed to be madly in love with Alexandro Rodriguez so I put on my biggest/ fakest smile but inside I was burning in anger. I am not exactly prepared to see Alexandro right now, I don’t know if I can pretend to be Sheila well enough yet, he knows her really well he might be able to tell that I am not her and that would definitely be dangerous to my plan. “That is really amazing!” I squeal, faking excitement even though I do not feel even an ounce of joy at Alexandro being anywhere near, I feel my hatred for him starting to coarse through

She, Ximena Claros was immune to his charm as far as she was concerned. "Could you turn down the volume of your music? I'm trying to get some sleep." She said calmly hoping he would listen to her. So, she would go back quickly to her warm bed as she shivered only taking notice of how frigid the air outside was. "I should have known the princess was interrupted from her beauty sleep. I was hoping you came for a kiss instead." He said, feigning hurt. Ximena could perceive her patience running thin. She struggled to keep calm whilst he stood there flirting with her.

I take a deep breath and walk in front of him, making him lock eyes with me. “Not today”, I whisper, and his eyes move from mine to Paul. I can see his brows furrow. And I can almost tell what he is thinking. I pull Alec to our table, and his parents join us to celebrate our fake wedding day. I could almost swear that he was real to him. I wish it were, and I hope he would think like that at least, because I feel myself falling head over heels for him. I think my heart is being shattered every time he says this is fake, that he only wants my body.

TONIGHT WENT SHOCKINGLY WELL. It felt almost... real. Like we aren't playing a game, acting as a serious and happy couple, ready for photos to be taken of us at any second. As we're walking by the tables, that sensation creeps back in, one caused by the intense friction from the lingerie I'm wearing. Each step is torturous, lulling me into a submission in Damien's arm that loops around my middle. Maybe that was his plan all along. I manage to think through the clouds of euphoria, my sensitive flesh pinching between the two elastic straps. Flirt, don't touch me, but the moment I get up to leave, he knows I’ll walk myself into liquid putty for him.

My smile seemed to harden on my face; anyone would believe it's genuine. Dream wedding? I never thought about this ridiculous idea until when I am ready to set off and get laid with having a family of my own to the man I love. But this is the life of a fib Vara Samonte, and I am here to act. Let not anything even guilt, prevent me from what I am aiming for. Just three months, and I am not in this disposition anymore. Three months of deceiving all the people here including his good family.