Novel & Cerita Night Fake Couple Snap

Hands in my pockets, I turned my back on the woman and watched him type in the ID details. Ten minutes later the same sentence escaped both our mouths simultaneously: “Fuck.” I was actually married. To a woman I didn’t know. “What the hell is going on?” I muttered. “I don’t know yet,” Luke said, stunned. “I’ll figure it out within an hour.” --- Half an hour later Belinda had calmed, had drunk her coffee, and told us the whole story. “Who the hell is this?” I asked in a voice that bounced between anger and disbelief. “Wouldn’t the asshole have a single photo? What kind of marriage was this?”

At the same moment, a notification popped up on her phone. ‘New message from ‘General School Group Chat’ Her fingers trembled as she opened it. A video. Her heart stopped. She pressed play. The video was taken in a dimly lit bar, the camera shaky. Cassian was there, sitting with his friends. A girl—Suzy—was draped across his lap, trailing her lips along his neck. Laughter echoed in the background. Then, his voice. "That Savannah girl is gonna fall in love with me. I’m gonna make that perfect little princess fall for me and show her place."

My heart instantly withered. There were already several pictures uploaded by students who had been at the strip mall earlier. The first one was a grainy candid of Luca and Sophia standing by the pharmacy counter. The caption read: Spotted! The Carter-Miller power couple doing late-night shopping. She looks so glowing! 😭❤️ I scrolled to the next one. It was a picture of them walking out to his SUV, Sophia's hand securely wrapped around his arm. The fan page had slapped a massive sticker over it: COUPLE GOALS. Saturday can't come soon enough! 💍✨

She forwarded her phone towards me. 'What the crap?' She posted our picture on her I*******m profile with a caption:- "The first ever couple to share their wedding night in the prison, like their first kiss. 💓💕❤" I won bitches@i-am-Alina @Jessy-It-Is The bloody bet of these psychotic heads. And if that wasn't enough to leave my mind with an ache, then this godamn woman had got 890 likes, and 345 comments in matter of ten minutes.

he said, grinning. “You look too gorgeous tonight not to capture it.” “Uhm… no, there’s no need to.” I said while he shook his head. “Nah, it’s my turn to cheer you up.” He replied and then pulled me to sit next to him on the couch while I then leaned in stiffly. He held the phone up and snapped the first shot of our faces close together, my smile shaky and his confident. Then another, and another and in each one, we looked like lovers. Like a real couple, glowing and close, like we belonged in each other’s orbit but it felt like a lie.

My chest tightened, and I turned to look out the window, unsure how to respond. When we got home, Adrian carried Nora to her room, and I headed upstairs to change. After slipping into my pajamas, I sat on the bed and reached for my phone. A flurry of notifications greeted me. Confused, I opened a news article, and my stomach dropped. “Sarah Blackwood: Wife of Billionaire Adrian Blackwood and Ex of Convicted Felon.” My photo was plastered across the screen, alongside an image of my ex, his face blurred but recognizable. The article detailed our past relationship, spinning a web of insinuations that threatened to tarnish not just my name but Adrian’s by association.

I convinced myself that we were doing it as business partners, but a very big part of me knew that I just wanted the pictures to fly in public, badly! A sweet twist to it is that we were twinning, although Zyna was in a black gown too, she just didn't look as good, she couldn't. We struck a couple of poses, and took some pictures with my hands on her hips. I heard her gasp, but I couldn't care. The camera had to see that perfect teeth, perfect smile, and maybe perfect couple. The evil genius in me relished the backlash that the pictures were gonna bring. “Damon and His Ex-wife co-run a new firm, ‘Nevada’.’?

It was the first result coming out after a few seconds of search and what made him more surprised was the photos attached to the article. “Shane Vargas’ rumored girlfriend is seeing another man: Is the actor being cuckolded?” “What the heck!” Nathan abruptly sat on the bed and rubbed his eyes repeatedly to make sure he was not seeing things. After reading the headline, he browsed down and checked on the photos, hoping it wasn’t exactly what’s on the thumbnail but to his horror, it was. The photos were showing the different angles taken the day before when he and Audrey were inside the car while in front of the restaurant. There was also a photo of him and Francesca kissing outside at night b

My hand raised up as I slapped him, every of our heated argument captured in the picture. They had captured only the argument, how pathetic. Under the photo, was written. “Interesting how the happy couple fights, when they think no one is watching, keep it up.” My blood ran cold. Someone had been watching us. Again. And this time, they had proof of exactly how fake our marriage really was.

I turned in the direction of the billboard, my heart thundering as I waited for the screen I had seen to come again. After a couple of painfully long seconds watching advertisements for a new blockbuster, dry shampoo for dogs, and black bleach, the screen that had caught my attention finally came up again. “Motherfucker,” I whispered. ‘After a five-year long engagement, Kade Nightshade and Natasha Vale have announced a wedding date!’ The caption read. There was a full-blown picture of Kade and Natasha hugging and beaming. A growl slipped out of me. My world was falling apart around me—and Kade Nightshade was getting fucking married.