My Fake Boyfriend Manhwa นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My eyes narrowed instantly. Brandon? It could not be Brandon. He had not given me flowers in years—our marriage was never the type for grand, romantic gestures. I moved closer to the enormous bouquet, a knot of dread already forming in my stomach. I pulled the small card free. The writing was clean, but I did not recognize it. My heart gave a strange, sudden leap as I read the words. *Glad we are back on, fake girlfriend. You are stuck with me now. Forever… or at least until Brandon comes to his senses.*

“Fake it. Pretend we’re together. Give them something to choke on.” He stared at me like I’d lost my mind. I smiled. “You want to sit around and mope, fine. But I’m not leaving this party as a joke.” “You want me to be your fake boyfriend,” he said flatly. “Only if you can act.” He looked me over, then chuckled. “And what do I get out of it?” “A distraction. Attention. Maybe even protection when the Elders ask why Leo’s pet is suddenly off-limits.” “You’re insane,” he muttered.

I answer absentmindedly. My supposed fake boyfriend. I am afraid this doesn’t feel like a fake relationship anymore.

Thank goodness she’d brought her tweezers. Wait, she needed to focus. She was talking sense to herself, remember? “Lucia Hills. This is all fake. This is a fake date; this is a fake boyfriend. You can’t just go around kissing hot guys who look like they come straight out of a movie set because they smile at you like that and listen to you prattle on about your job for a few minutes.

Lucas declared confidently. With nods of agreement and smiles of anticipation, they embraced their scheme, united in their quest for vengeance. Stepping aside, Lucas dialed Karina's number. “Hello?” Karina answered. “Hey there, beautiful. It's Lucas, your devoted boyfriend,” he said, casting a sly grin back at his family as Karina chuckled. “The fake boyfriend himself. What's up?” she replied. “I was thinking, since we're supposed to be this hot item, why don't we go out together and make our fake relationship seem more real?”

Chapter 6. Killian “You—you’ll what?” Grayson gaped at me. “I said I’ll be your boyfriend.” I repeated. “Why?” she blinked, widening her big blue eyes. “Aren’t you holding that report over my head?” I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. She actually blushed and looked away. If she was going to be embarrassed about something like that, why do it in the first place? “Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not your real boyfriend and I’m not going to be.” I said. “Don’t forget that this is fake and don’t follow me around like some lost puppy.”

he quipped, shifting his weight onto one foot. I remained silent. "Come on, Marissa," he nudged me lightly. "I know I messed up by—” "Stop it,” I warned. He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine. What's bothering you?” I paused, glanced around, then finally responded."I require the services of a fake boyfriend." I glanced at him to see his reaction. He grinned so wide it was borderline ridiculous. "I accept your proposal," he dramatically touched his heart. "I promise to cherish and honor this relationship wholeheartedly."

I tugged at the hem of my pink blouse for the thousandth time and tried not to think about how ridiculous I felt sitting here, waiting for Adrian Castellane. Adrian. Freaking. Castellane. The man who, for reasons I still hadn’t wrapped my head around, had agreed to play boyfriend. Fake boyfriend, I corrected myself quickly. Fake, fake, fake. A means to an end. The plan was simple: make appearances, play the part, and watch Bruno squirm. The execution? Not so simple when your “fake” partner was six foot four, devastatingly handsome, and had a knack for making you feel like he saw through every single lie you told yourself.

“Alright, Lila. Let’s make a deal.” I pulled out my notebook from my bag, hands trembling as I flipped to a blank page. “We should… write it down.” Jake laughed, delighted. “You’re fucking serious?” “I am.” He took the pen from me and relaxed against the bench, writing quickly, confidently. When he handed it back, the words stared up at me, absurd and thrilling all at once. Fake boyfriend agreement. One night. No feelings. No complications. I signed my name, heart pounding, and handed it back to him.

"Oh yeah, I got so so jealous so I came here first thing in the morning to find you cheating on me. Guess you're not what I expected anyway. Well I know I know it's about your masculinity and your self-esteem. I promise I won't tell." I patted his shoulder and sighed. The look on his face went from shock to rage. He held my waist and threw me on the bed. "Yeah I'll show you." He bent over and an overwhelming mixed smell of black tea and brandy filled my nostril. The next moment I felt wetness and softness on my lips. The kiss was so aggressive I felt a little dizzy. His hand started wandering on my body when his phone rang untimely. He was about to hang up until he saw the name.