Novel & Cerita Oops，i Faked My Way Into Nobility

The laugh of someone who didn’t know whether to cry, scream, or flip over a porcelain table. “Okay,” I murmured, patting my chest gently. “This is… okay. This is funny. This is one of your tricks, right? Pascha Romanov and all that Romantic-Gothic-Russian-Spy drama.” He didn’t move. “This must be... fake papers. Or a game. Or—or you used your connections with some crazy judge or priest somewhere to pull this off. This is... this is just your weird way of keeping me here, isn’t it?”

However today was not the right day; I was in the worst mood ever. I looked at his annoying gesture as he walked towards me "I am the faithful knight in armor to serve you my princess" He even spoke in a fake voice I know I might stab him someday or simply hope on fate to take care of making him choke on his own breath for calling me his princess again. I faked a smile, "I'm not a princess " I added drily, but he never relents he was too clingy and too proximate for my liking. "You're the most beautiful princess ever and I am an honored knight being at your service "

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.

“Front page. ‘Mystery Moreau Revealed.’ Congratulations, Adelaine. You’ve officially broken the internet.” “Tell me something I don’t know.” He took a seat, perfectly composed while I stood there, with my hair wild, still wearing the bathrobe I’d emotionally unravelled in. I couldn’t be bothered. “You haven’t slept,” he observed. “You haven’t smiled.” “I never do.” Of course not. I crossed my arms. “Let’s just get to it.” His brows lifted. “To what?” “The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.”

"Listen up—even if you're back now, this family and the engagement with the Frosts can only be mine! Trash like you from the sticks are only worthy of worshiping the ground I walk on!" As soon as she finished, she suddenly threw herself backward with a dramatic gasp. "Ah! Jemima, why did you push me?" The fake fall was smooth and practiced, like she'd studied thousands of trashy fake-heiress melodramas. Too bad it was me she was trying to mess with. The instant her back hit the ground, I drew in a breath, gathered all my strength, and let out a scream ten times more tragic than hers. "Ruth! What's wrong?"

After the call, he turns his attention back to me. "Okay," he said, "I'll save your mother, as long as you fulfilled your promise." This is all for you mom, "I promise." •●• "You agreed to his proposal?" Zoe asks and I nodded "my friend you are getting bolder and bolder every day." He told me not to tell anyone that this is going to be a fake marriage, but I already told Zoe but I didn't mention it to him. "I happy for you," she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style."

"Stay. You promised me tonight." He shook my hand off without a second thought. The warmth was gone, replaced by a chilling authority. His brow furrowed, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Noelle, stop it. This is about the royal heir. It's not a game." But how could she be in trouble? An hour ago, Jenica was flaunting that same heir on Instagram. Seeing the look on his face, my heart sank. I stood up, my own voice turning to ice.

"The way he spoke to Eleanor today... it was so strange," Veronica said, a bitter smile on her lips. "All my life, I've seen him discard anything and anyone for the sake of profit. That tenderness he showed her... it's not him. It's an act." She came closer, lowering her voice. "Ava, I need you to help me. If things go wrong tomorrow night, we need a backup plan." She whispered her plan in my ear. A chill went down my spine, but I knew she was right. In this family of lies and betrayal, we could only rely on ourselves.

“Technically, you’re not. You married Livia Brown, her fake identity. Her name is Ottavia Rossi. So, pipe down, soldier.” He said with the most smug smile that he could possibly have on his face. I wanted to hit him until I knocked his teeth out.

“Rule One, you come to every one of my games during this month and you cheer for me loudly.” I groaned. “Fine.” “Two,” he continued. “You come to every party with me... Including homecoming of course.” I hesitated. “I’m not really a party person…” “Not optional,” he said with a wink. “You’re my fake girlfriend, remember?” I didn’t like the way that word “girlfriend” sounded in his mouth. “And lastly…” He turned, eyes glinting with that trademark arrogance. “We’re throwing a victory party tomorrow night.”