Oops，i Faked My Way Into Nobility Novels & Stories

They closed in, seizing my arms and forcing me down toward the shattered glass and spilled fortunes. "Down on your knees! Lick it up!" "Or jail now!" A wave of degradation and agony engulfed me as they grabbed my head and shoved me down. Summoning every ounce of resolve, I jerked my head up and rasped, "I'm the exclusive successor to the Lane Group. Janet Lane is my mother!" There was a stunned pause, but an explosion of derisive howls followed. "Did you hear that? The Lane heir?" "Tycoon mom? He is delusional or brain-fried to spout nonsense."

I had endured 98 tests he set for me—working menial jobs, donating blood, cutting off friends, getting injured, and even giving up my research grant. I eventually discovered he had been pretending to be poor all along, and every hardship I faced had been a deliberate setup. Meanwhile, he had been extremely generous with the campus belle, Yvonne, buying her cars and houses. My heart had turned to stone. I refused his 99th test, broke up with him, and moved abroad. The crowd didn't notice the shift in Nicholas' expression and continued to mock me. Suddenly, he spoke in a frigid tone. "That's enough. Throw her out. I don't want to see her face."

"Are you insane? Fine, don't apologize, but this—this is overkill..." "Overkill?" My voice cracked, burning with rage. "You lied to me for three years, Jack. Used me like an ATM. Made me a punchline. And THIS is what's too much?" Jack frowned. "What are you even talking about?" "The call," I said, eyes locked on his. "I heard everything you and your buddy said." His face went rigid. "Faking bankruptcy was a blast, huh?" I dumped the rest of the cash from my bag. "Watching me burn myself every night just to save money—you must've felt like a king."

The apartment was full of books, art, music—signs of a complex personality at odds with Jane's description. "People can surprise you," she echoed his words from the night before. "Indeed they can." Something shifted in his expression—a crack in the cold facade. "For instance, I was surprised to discover my arranged bride had sent an imposter in her place. Almost as surprised as when I learned why." "Why what?" "Why Jane couldn't face me herself." His knuckles whitened around his wine glass. "Tell me, did she mention Marcus Kane when she convinced you to take her place?"

It would cost some spilled blood, but at least I could get some humor out of it and live to tell it all around a campfire, how 'the lost king' humiliated the Beast of the West with some smart-ass comments. Present a fake personality. Give a fake name. Spin a fake backstory. Sprinkle in a truth or two here and there so it's not totally unbelievable. Like how my parents had been humble, even if my father was born in a manor far more beautiful than this depressing fortress. Or how Connor had murdered him and the rest of my family in cold blood.

“Mom and Dad can’t swing tuition without it. Play along, sis. One semester.” Nate’s shoulder pressed against mine in the chaos. Heat flared up my side. “I hate this as much as you. But my captain spot and the Frozen Four ride on this. We fake it. No choice.” “Fake it with you?” I spun on him. “The guy who acts like the ice is his kingdom and everyone else is in the way? Hard pass.” He leaned down, voice low against my ear. “And you’re the girl always hiding behind her camera, acting above it all. We’ll make it work whether we like it or not.”

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.

Ivan had a tough expression on his face as he pointed a finger at my nose and cursed at me, "You ungrateful wretch! I think you just can't bear to leave the good life in the Shaw family and want to cling on and refuse to leave." Casper stood at the side watching the show, his arms folded. He was enjoying every second of my being given a hard time. I tilted my head and smiled at him. "The fake heiress is an ungrateful wretch, alright, but I'm not a fake heiress." Casper panicked at once. "If it's not you, who else could it be?" I let out a cold laugh. "Is there a chance that you're the one who's the real imposter here and has taken someone else's position?"

The system chimed, cheerful and cruel as ever. [Main Mission Activated: Become the CEO’s Shield.] [Task: Accept Fake Relationship Proposal.] [Reward: +15 Affection Points. Failure: Host Termination.] Termination. Again. My lips twitched into something that might have been a smile. “Fake boyfriend. Sure, I can do fake. I’m amazing at fake. My whole life is basically fake.” Dream tilted his head slightly, his tone flat. “So you accept.” “Do I even have a choice?”

It's the night before the college entrance exam. I pack and move out on the same day because I have already been admitted to Starward University through the guaranteed admission program. I also give all my notes and almost-new belongings to my roommate, Sonya Bradshaw, who's from a poorer family. For the past three years, I'd practically covered all of her living expenses, fed her yummy food every day, and even let her come along to my expensive extra tuition classes for free. Sonya has already turned to leave the dorm as I am leaving. However, she suddenly stops in her footsteps and turns to look at me. I assume that she's just going to say something mushy about parting with me, but t