Novel & Cerita My Fake Boyfriend Manhwa

“I have a family wedding this weekend. My boyfriend just dumped me, and my mother will brutally murder me if I show up without a plus-one. I need a fake boyfriend. Someone charming, handsome, and willing to pretend he's completely infatuated with me for seventy-two hours.” An amused grin spread across his face. “A fake boyfriend? Sounds like a high-stakes game. What's in it for me besides free drinks?” His eyes roam across my body, settling finally on my bouncy titties. “I’m a tough man to please. But I’m gonna be honest, you got my attention.”

“He’s my ” “Don’t say it.” Danny turned back to me sharply. “Don’t call him your boyfriend.” “He is ” “He’s not,” Danny snapped. “That was a lie. Everyone knows it’s a lie. I know it’s a lie. You know it’s a lie.” I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. “He’s my fake boyfriend,” I replied softly. “And we still have to pretend. People saw everything today, and if I suddenly pretend we’re not dating, it’ll blow everything up again.”

a man whom I didn’t know nor recognize sat beside me and talk casually as if we’ve known each other for a long time now. “I’m with my boyfriend,” I reasoned out to make him leave. It usually works, they usually left when I told them that I am with my boyfriend even though I am not. “I can’t see him.” He glanced around and looked for my imaginary boyfriend. He is annoying, he should just leave. “He’s in the restroom. He’ll be back any moment now.” “Then,” he leaned closer to me and I can smell the alcohol in his breath. Gross. “Let me wait with you and keep you company,” he flashed a menacing grin that exposed his white teeth. He has good looks but I don’t really feel good being around other

But then he realized something when reading it. Mingchan was holding that thin page and staring at that panel where that robot guy was being kissed by a woman. “W-why is this so familiar?” Mingchan asked himself as the My Perfect Boyfriend w*****n was based on their true to life story. Mingchan was reading everything. He could not stop laughing and giggling until he reached the latest episode.

"Making decisions for me," I slipped my hands into my pockets and exhaled slowly. "Someone has to." "No," she snapped. "No one has to. You don't get to do that." I tilted my head slightly, studying her. "I'm your man. That gives me every right to—" "Fake," she cut in, voice trembling but firm. "You're my fake boyfriend, Ryker. This is a contract. Nothing real." Something in me stilled. I took a step forward. Then another. When I stopped beside her bed, I leaned slightly down, close enough that she could feel my breath.

"He's not your boyfriend. This isn't real." But my body disagreed, still humming from multiple orgasms and wanting more. Damn him and his talented tongue, his skilled fingers, his perfect cock that hit all the right spots... I shook my head, trying to clear the memories. Time for lunch. Alone. Because that's what happens in fake relationships - your not-boyfriend fucks you senseless, then leaves you at a restaurant while he dines with family. The Italian restaurant had a cozy atmosphere, warm lighting, and checkered tablecloths. A friendly waitress led me to a corner table and smiled as she handed me a menu.

I was drunk, unhinged, fucking blind and squinting from having chugged tequila and then I TOLD HIM EVERYTHING! I told the guy that my beautiful sister thinks I’m fugly. Stupid. And way too lazy to keep a relationship alive(I leave dishes everywhere and blame my cat!), and that no sane man would ever want to be my boyfriend. The man? He was amused and agreed to be my fake date for the wedding. (again, this is happening now. In ten minutes to be exact!) The problem? HE IS WAY OUT OF MY LEAGUE!

Why? I must be delirious. Daniel means nothing to me, and as he said, what we had was not real. And even if we go back to the same situation, my real title now is "His fake girlfriend"."

He said lazily. I looked around, and he was right. The students surrounded us like wolves, ready to eat me up at any slight chance. “No, you're not my accessory,” he said, voice dropping, eyes locking on mine like he could see every excuse forming in my head and crush it before it lived. “You’re my girlfriend. The real one, as far as everyone’s concerned. And my girlfriend goes where I go.” “It’s not real.” “Neither is half this school,” he said, pushing off the locker. “But we’re still going. Wear something that’ll make them choke on their envy.”

"She was a pawn! It's always been you!" "Love?" I started to laugh, but tears streamed down my face. "This is your love?" He let go of my wrist and stumbled back, pulling a velvet box from his suit pocket. Inside was a massive diamond ring, glittering under the lights. "Look, I had this custom-made for you," he said, his voice trembling. "A ten-carat pink diamond. One of a kind." I glanced at the ring, and my heart sank into a pit of ice. The inside of the band was engraved. Not with my initial. It was Fiorella's initial. An ornate 'F'.