From Lovers To Enemies To A Fake Relationship นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But she never denied it either. Which was somehow worse. Every smile became evidence. Every interview became evidence. Every conversation became evidence. At some point the distinction between reality and imagination seemed to disappear entirely. The most frustrating part was how often people tried connecting the letters to the fake relationship narrative because audiences remained determined to turn every situation involving Leo and me into content, while countless comments suggested that the mystery admirer would eventually create jealousy, drama, or romantic conflict between us despite the obvious flaw in that theory. There was no relationship.

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

“Oh really? Because from where I’m sitting, those photos look a little too cozy to be just friends. So tell me, my dear best friend—what’s the real score here? Don’t even try to skip the good parts.” Lara sighed. She had already planned to tell Ali everything. She just didn’t expect to be ambushed before coffee. But the damage was done. Might as well get it over with. She sat up and crossed her legs, still wearing her wrinkled pajamas, hair a mess. “Reagan and I... don’t have a relationship. At least, not a real one.” “Not real?” she echoed, eyes narrowing. “What the hell does that mean?” “It means…” Lara hesitated. “He’s posing as my fake lover.”

"Uh… I just thought we could talk more about the details of our fake relationship. I've never been in one before, you know? I've never even dated for a long time. Christopher and I–" "There's not much to discuss," he said, sharply interrupting me. "We'll just pretend to be a couple, go on a few dates, and make sure my mom believes it." "Okay, that makes sense." I nodded. Lorenzo turned to leave again but then stopped and turned back to me. "Actually, there is one more thing." I looked at him curiously. "What's that?" Lorenzo smiled mischievously. "We need to make our fake relationship look convincing. So, we should probably practice kissing and stuff."

“No, no. There’s no need for that because…Chris and I aren’t actually dating.” Caleb’s gaze shot to mine. “What?” “We’re dating. But we’re not actually dating.” Confusion was plastered across Caleb’s face. “Can you elaborate?” “Chris and I are in a fake relationship. Zeke and I were once best friends and Chris was someone Zeke hated. Zeke approached me about being his…breeder…after the rejection and…” Caleb’s nostrils flared. “That’s illegal and disgusting.” “He wanted me to do so willingly. Not illegally. So he wanted to make my life hell to force me into it. Chris thought a relationship with him might get him to back off and it was double benefit cause Zeke hates him.”

Zane’s arms around my waist, my smile that looked more like a grimace. ”You look like strangers being forced to hug for a hostage photo.” I took a quick glance at Zane, but he remained expressionless. My eyes fell back on my hands, staring. ”I’ve produced twelve seasons of reality television,” She continued, her voice rising, that professionalism cracking. “I know when two people have potential. I know you have to fake it.” She leaned against the desk. “But you’re so bad at it.” ”We’re trying. I’m sorry i—“ I tried to water down her anger but she cut me off.

“Women like you don’t last in Alexander’s world. He gets bored. He discards. And when he does—” “When he does,” I interrupted gently, looking straight into her sapphire eyes, “that will be between my husband and me.” Her eyes burned with rage at my statement, “You really believe he loves you?” How does someone in a fake relationship answer a question like that—especially when it’s about the man who bought me, but willingly wants to help me move on so he could have his heir someday? God, I didn’t care whether he loved me or not. I just wanted to move on from the betrayal of the people I once cared about. And he was helping me do that. I was grateful. That was all I could feel.

“So, if it’s not us, why are you so tense right now? Is something wrong?” Arnold shakes his head, chuckling bitterly. “I guess I’m tense because I know my family is going to be harassing me all night about not having a wedding date for next month. I wish everyone would leave me alone about it.” I think back to what Arnold just said about relationships.If it’s not the real fucking thing, then I don’t want it. I understand where he’s coming from—giving away your heart can be terrifying. But he’s such a good man. It would be tragic for him to spend his life not getting the love he deserves.

“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.”

The moment I followed, the paparazzi swarmed. “Miss, is it true your boyfriend is getting married to someone else?” “Did you break up?” “Was the relationship fake?” “Did he leave you for someone better?” “Is she pregnant?” I huffed. The fuck? I stopped and turned. Well, maybe it was time I addressed them, there was nothing to protect anyway. “Liam and I are fine. We had a deal—and it’s over.” The flashes intensified. “We were mutually beneficial to each other. While the public may not be aware of what happened behind the scenes…”—neither was I—“we fake-dated to help one another. Now it’s over, and we’re moving on.”