Let's Pretend We Don't Exist Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Wait... we should—” “Let’s pretend to be a real couple. Like we were in the beginning. Before everything went to hell. Public displays, sweet nothings, the whole act. He’ll crack. The audience will eat it up. We win ten million and a clean slate to start over. Divide the money…” “Over my dead body!” I spat, recoiling.

"Great again. Mr Cartelli, if you could sign right here, and then Mrs Cartelli, if you could do the same just below his..." There hadn't been many documents for me to sign like this, so I winged it and made a new signature on the spot. I noticed Armani staring at it for a moment, but his attention was on the woman as soon as she started speaking. "And Dads..." she continued. Once they passed her the contract back, she handed us both the prenups, which were slightly scarier to look at, but I knew they would help us in the long run if this fake marriage ever had to break up. Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy.

To do everything and anything they could possibly imagine. "Tonight, we're going to pretend no one exists but us. That work for you?" "Most definitely." And it did. It really did. "But hurry. Okay?"

But once again, let's pretend like it doesn't mean anything. I will pretend like he doesn’t remind me of everything that we've ever shared with one another

If this is how things work… if everything is already a game… Then I’m done pretending I’m not part of it. I’m done playing it blindly.

Being a sucker for punishment, I logged into my F******k next. A message from my high school friend Jessica was sitting in my inbox. We'd kept in touch through F******k since I'd moved to London. I didn't have a ton of friends on my profile and kept it pretty private. Ethan had checked it out thor- oughly and given the okay. He said that the threat was from people who already knew me, where I lived and worked, so having a F******k page wasn't going to matter either way.

Real. If Dante wanted to pretend I didn't exist—too bad. I existed. I mattered. And in forty-eight hours, he would have no choice but to remember that fact. One way or another, the silence was about to be broken.

we were supposed to not exist in this world! His sentence woke me up from the crowd of my thoughts and I rolled my eyes repeating: You and me? He stared into the void before raising the glass of juice and moving it in a circular motion and whispered: Yes, you and I are not here! This air that we inhale .. In fact, it does not seem that part of its atoms were created for us! As if we penetrated a space that is not ours! Or the situation was reversed somehow.. you and I were in the void..

--- --- Something chosen. --- Something that didn’t need to prove itself to exist. --- --- Because it already did. --- --- Out loud. --- ---

Except the future that's waiting. Except the peace we've found. Except the love we've earned. Except the life we deserve. Except the home we've made.