I Might Be A Fake Cultivator Novels & Stories

“I need you to pretend to be my husband.” He choked on the coffe he was drinking “What?” “Please,Just for the interview only,” “We'll get fake certificates, Aaron is here, it'll even look more real.” “Please just this one big thing, for Mom.”I sobbed. George rubbed his face,his eyes became soft. “Alright,”he said quietly. “I promised I would do anything for you.” ~~~~ The next morning we dressed as nicely as we could. We printed a fake marriage certificate and headed to the sleek glass tower of GED Baby Galaxy.

They got to work immediately, laptops open, fingers flying across keyboards. "Can you tell if they're fake?" I asked. "Give us time," one of them said. "This is sophisticated work." I paced. Called Isla. No answer. Called again. Voicemail. Texted her: Please let me explain. Please come home. Nothing. I tried not to panic. Tried not to imagine losing her. Losing everything we'd built. Two hours later, the tech expert looked up. "These are fake." Relief flooded through me. "You're sure?"

I said hello to him and ran back to pickup the phone. " Hello? Yes?" " Is that Maurvi?" Another call I am going mad. Wait, I will teach you a lesson. " She is not at home, beta. I am her mom. '' I said and Gautam looked at me as if I had grown two heads. His eyebrows were touching his hairline. Amusement started dancing in his eyes. " May I know who is speaking?" " Good morning aunty, actually I am her friend. But your voice is so young. It seems that you are merely 25. "

“I thought I was.” He sat across from me, eyes unreadable. “Hmm, you’re good at hiding things.” “You’re good at pretending.” He tilted his head, a slow smile forming. “We’ll make a hell of a team.” I let out a tired laugh. “I can’t believe this is my life right now.” “I can,” he said. “You’re too composed to be ordinary.” I blinked. That might’ve been a compliment. “So what now?” “It’s your call, sweetheart. Plan the next phase of the illusion,” Dante said, standing. “Public appearances. Joint statements. Romantic paparazzi moments.”

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

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At the same time, she said anxiously, "Stop spawning nonsense, Liam! Please, I'm begging you, alright?" Liam grabbed Celena's icy hand instead and said in a serious tone, "Trust me, honey. This Mr. Miller is a fake. There's something wrong with his identity." The fake Mr. Miller sneered. He suddenly got up from the chair, staring at Liam with a frosty gaze and a sullen expression.

On his way out, he crossed paths with Nathan’s computer guy, who was on his way in. “What’s up?” Nathan asked. “I didn’t expect to see you here….” **** Nathan’s computer guy’s name was Randy Shortly, and when he walked into Richard’s room, he had a huge grin on his face. He looked at Nathan and said, “Guess what, boss?” “Just tell me,” Nathan replied. Randy: “The video is a fake. The brutality is all CGI.” When Nathan heard this, he hugged Crystal and said, “Well, that is a relief!”

I did not have time to argue about property rights with people consumed by late-stage parasocial obsession. I pulled up an official document on my phone and held it out. "Look at this. My name is on the deed. Belgard is mine," I said evenly. "Now move aside. I need to get my wine." The ringleader snatched my phone and scanned the screen. She looked me over with open suspicion. "How are we supposed to know this is real? None of us works in property. None of us owns a wine estate. This could be fake. It could be AI."