My Dearest Némesis, Be My Fake Fiancé Novels & Stories

“I still hate you, Mr. Fuenter. The fact that you saved me there doesn’t change our situation, you are still my fiancé and it sucks.” “Why do you hate being my fianceé that much?” “If you were me, you will hate it too. Imagine, a twenty-year-old girl being arranged for an engagement, it’s ridiculous and very old-fashioned.” I scoffed. “Let me tell you a secret, Ms. Fuenter.” He whispered as if no one should ever hear about it. “What is it?” I said, curiosity in my eyes. He gestured me to move closer to him and I did as he asked.

He’d managed to make me wet with just a few words. I opened my eyes to the sound of someone pounding on the door as if they were going to tear it off its hinges. “Yes?” I shouted in a groggy voice. “Change your clothes and get out here. I think we finally found your fake husband.” Hah! I let out a sound. My fake husband was him, he must have forgotten! Wait, no! My eyes snapped open. Had they found the fake Darian?

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.

His reaction is nothing like what I expected, but every part of me finds it thrilling. His hands tangle in my hair, holding my head still while his mouth claims mine completely. When his tongue slides against my lips, I open for him without thinking. The taste of him fills my mouth, warm and dark and addictive. 'After all, Nath is a man,' I tell myself, trying to think logically even though my body is responding to every touch. I might as well enjoy all the benefits of being his fake fiancé. When it's time to leave this place, I'll tell him I faked the amnesia, thank him for everything, and say goodbye.

“I’m not doing this. I can’t go from one asshole mate to another. I’m not accepting this bond.” “That’s cool.” He leans casually against the railing, looking like rejection doesn’t faze him. “Because same.” “Wait—what?” I blink, caught off guard. “But,” he continues, that trademark cocky smirk spreading across his stupidly perfect face, “I want to be your fake boyfriend.” I stare at him like he’s sprouted another head. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Let’s fake-date for the rest of this cruise,” he says, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “You know, to piss off Ethan and Vanessa. And don’t worry, I’m not interested in the mate bond either.”

He laughed. "That's the idea. But I was thinking, what if Melissa doesn't do what we expect, what if she doesn't break up with him?" I asked, since it was a possibility. "Niece, it seems like you don't know me! I already have a plan in mind to make Fernando break up with her. And then, he'll be so hurt, angry, and humiliated that you'll be able to convince him and he'll agree to go through with the fake engagement. And what started as a farce will end at the altar, a real wedding!" He smiled.

“Help you move on? How can I help you move on?” “Be my fake girlfriend” “What??!”I move away from him. “Gigi… ” “No, Jayden. I am married and I love my husband” “I know, I know how much you love him and I am not going to fight him or kidnap you or even force myself on you. I will just be happy if you agree to be my fake girlfriend, we won’t do anything intimate., I won’t kiss you or touch you inappropriately. I know I couldn’t get you in this lifetime, but I want to have you in my imaginary world. I will be happy just thinking you are my girlfriend, can you allow that?”

This must be a big ass joke. A lock of hair falls over Bhyron’s forehead, making him appear like some K-pop hunk. Sigh. The Lord just had to make my worst enemy impossibly gorgeous. Aunt Ophelia scoots to the edge of her seat. “Mr Bhyron, what do you mean? The contract clearly states that you intend to get married to my niece.” Bhyron gets to his feet and paces around the table, still fiddling with the pencil. “I don’t want an actual marriage with Amani. Everything from the engagement to the marriage itself will be fake. Fake rings, fake priests, fake vows. Fake marriage certificate. Everything will be fake.”

And then continued to do whatever he was doing, as nothing matters to him, not a slight chance of consequential questions. "You forgot to add one thing, Mr Jensen," "And what is that Ashely?" Oh, so he dares to take my first name! As he is well aware of me in any state. "I am soon to be your fake fiancee, and we are only faking everything so that you could get famous all over the country and clear your image, right!" He cracked his knuckles and did nothing to hide his expressions, some lines on the forehead were already formed, his sitting posture has changed, and now he was uncomfortable, I can sense it clearly through my vague vision.

“I promise, while we’re doing this and after, no one will doubt my feelings for you. I won’t embarrass you, and I won’t let anyone else make you feel foolish either.” She stares at me, and something in my chest tightens. Nicole pulls her hand out of my grasp, and I’m surprised by how much I don’t want to let go. She forces a smile and teases, “You’re that good an actor?” With you, sure, I think. But what I say is, “If it helps me beat my dad, I can win a damn Oscar.” She nods, thinking it over. “So, what would this fake engagement entail? Wearing a ring around the office? Going to a party as a couple? What?”