Romans & histoires I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

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I am the stupid husband who loves my womanizing wife. I seat in the chair in front of the mirror. Took the lotion and applied it to my fair and smooth thighs. I'm still glancing at Zedrick, I'm checking to see if he'll even peek or drool at me. But it's still no effect, I've overcome the wind that doesn't even see me. But he can feel it because of the aromatic smell that comes from the lotion I use.

"Hubby, did you buy an imitation? Where did you buy it?" "I bought it from a Martiana store! I have the authenticity certificate too! How could it be fake? The barcode on the certificate worked. This is the real thing!" The middle-aged man attempted to save his stance. The middle-aged woman saw the result of scanning the barcode. "Martiana is selling fake products!" "No. Martiana will never sell fake products." Mia gazed at him confidently. "As to why this bracelet is a sham, you should ask your husband about it. He must've switched the products. To whom did he gift the real bracelet?"

The role of a great wife that a CEO like him deserved. “It just doesn’t make any sense,” her father continued. “They didn’t even want to tell me who paid for it.” “Maybe it was a mistake, dear?” Isabella asked, the same expression of concern printed on her face. “They might have wanted to pay for someone else’s debts and mistook it somehow.” But Liam was already shaking his head. “No, they gave them every single information necessary. The right amount owed, my name and ID number. There’s no way they could be mistaken.”

0ft. Kiara read through the faked documents and shook her head at me, I smirked when our ‘pictures’ were revealed. The whole family’s information was tampered with, dad, Artur, Ivan, Katerina, Natasha, Tatia didn’t even exist, Arda, Alexei… “How?”

“Who prepared the medicine? Who confirmed my pregnancy? Who is helping me fake my pregnancy symptoms?" "You don't want this? Then let's stop this," she challenged. She leaned close enough that only I could hear her. “If you stop helping me, I'll tell them your secret." My hands trembled. “They won’t remember that you were threatened.” Her smile widened. “They’ll remember that the Pack Physician lied about my pregnancy… prescribed the medicines… and helped me fake a damaged mating mark.” “So tell me, Ania…” She leaned back. “Who do you think they’ll believe?”

he said calmly, "you don't handle it alone." That stopped her. For a second, she didn't respond. Then she looked away slightly, annoyed at how easily that got under her skin. "...Fine," she muttered. A beat passed. Lucian nodded once. "Deal." And just like that, the fake relationship stopped being a rumor and started becoming a contract neither of them fully understood yet.

I accepted with one condition: they use the photo of me holding the deed to Fairmont Ridge, heels dug into the green, and Ivy’s favorite pearls looped around my wrist like a bracelet of trophies. “By the way,” Illana added as she tossed her hair, “guess who’s been following Tomas’s fake burner account pretending to be a luxury real estate agent?” “Ivy?” I guessed, sipping my iced matcha. “Bingo. She’s stalking listings she can’t afford and liking every post about lakefront properties.” “Let her window shop,” I said sweetly. “Sometimes all a girl has is a dream… and a bus pass.” Everyone laughed. Except Darren, who was busy checking something on his screen.

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

Matthew continued confessing his crimes. He couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams any longer, firmly believing that he was caught in a dark conspiracy. "That idiot Jamie must have died a tragic death in prison, huh? I even paid the prison warden half a million dollars to ensure that they took good care of him every day!" He burst out laughing before he continued, "Since his right hand is useless now, he'll never be able to pick up a scalpel ever again! "Winona is also an idiot! I just had to get a fake scar to convince her to love me to death! The Green family's shares will be mine sooner or later. All of the Lachman family's assets will also belong to me!