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

I suggested, though I knew that was nearly impossible when his presence only brought back nostalgic feelings. "How?" Her question jolted me back to reality. She always read my mind. I shrugged for a while, still unsure how to execute the plan. "I think we should just pretend he doesn’t exist," I announced sluggishly. I would have long left if not for Evelyn. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, gasping for air.

Everything is ‘I’ these days. How can love exist in a world where the word, ‘myself’ exists? I think it is foolishness to believe the lies surrounding ‘love’. People are dreaming. It is like they live in a different planet on earth. Every day is a day for them to dream on. I even hear some say they wait for the love of their lives. Is that not waste of time? Why sit around and mope and day-dream about a world that does not exist? --//

“Then I hope you'll find him soon.” I closed my eyes and instantly thought of the most dreadful what-ifs. Then I exhaled slowly, shoving away my fears. Having a second-chance mate could equal death. I knew that I wouldn't survive another rejection. My instincts didn't want me to lie to Kaan, but I had to save my honesty for another day. For now, I turned slightly to face him, stretched my lips into a smile, and said, “I hope so too.”

These people are a bunch of idiots, she thought. “I do not expect that you all won't understand how much of a damage speculation that arose from jealousy can ruin a united industry like ours. Whoever said such word, I will forget it. But I don't want my reputation to be tarnished further than what some bad people have already done…”she was saying when everyone yelled at her to sit down. “I don't care if you were framed or not. But what I saw today, was enough for me to refuse this open preference. I am in this industry before you and I am your senior.

Gerald paused his drumming with a long sigh, "Aren't you all bored? We've been doing this for years, but we've never appeared on any shows." "You are right. I'm also tired, I feel that if everything we do this will never come to fruition," said Mike. Jennie was silent while looking at Gerald and Mike alternately, “What are you guys talking about? Why are you guys suddenly like this? Where did your passion go?” "I don't know. But, is it okay if I decide to end it here? I think I will follow my parents' wishes to continue their business." Gerald stated once more. "I think I'll just go back to working as a food delivery courier," Mike said.

"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?"

Let's end this. ***

He acted as if he did not know me, as if I was someone else he had never seen. One thing I realized about him is that he’s a pro. Legitimate pro in this field. I wouldn’t be surprised if that one had a lot of kids because he seemed to know very well that the roundabout cycle of the set up of two of us. Is this what he does all the time? Send his surrogates on his company then ignore the hell out of them? Is he that ashamed to let everyone know that he’s trying to conceive with somebody because he fucking want a kid?

"You are never to tell anyone about this fake marriage. You are married to me as Sasha so no one in your reality should know of me. Nora doesn't know me at all and I don't know her." "I don't have anyone to talk to about you anyway." "Is your life that sad?" He blurted out. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business." I cleared my throat, feeling uncomfortable at the reminder of how bleak my life was. "What is the next rule?" "That would be all. Do you understand everything?" "Pretend as if I don't exist unless you need me to host dinners or attend parties with you. I perfectly understand."

To them I don't exist. "Will you at least take pictures and send them to me?" "No." "No?" "Mia, this is going to be a formal meet up. I can't be there taking selfies like an I*******m model." Now that we won the company. We have to write another report with our plans for the account. Jake and I have been up for hours working on it and we're finally satisfied with the end result. It's now almost midnight and we're sitting with our fourth bottle of wine.