Oops，i Faked My Way Into Nobility Romane & Geschichten

"You don’t have to remind me." Silence settled between them again. The breeze ruffled her silk robe. Nirvana pressed her hand against her belly. The bump was becoming more obvious. "They’re going to know it’s all fake," she said. "We forged everything. The certificates, the photos, the story. They’ll see right through it." Zayd took a long sip from his mug before replying, "Then we make them believe it’s real. I’ve played this game longer than you think, Nirvana."

I went to an engagement party on my father's behalf. It was the engagement party for the daughter of one of his subordinates. As the Don, he couldn't attend himself. But when I arrived, I saw my fiancé, James Morris, proposing to another woman with my engagement ring. James spotted me and quickly pulled me aside, using the crowd to hide us. "So this is your business trip?" Tears burned my eyes. He looked annoyed. "Mina and I are just putting on a show. I'm doing this so I can give you a better life." If it were only a show, why had he left me burning with fever the moment she called? Why had he kissed her at a party while I was losing our baby, then let the photo spread across social media?

Jane shook her head violently, but Christopher pressed on firmly. "She was terrified because Mr. Carrington had never touched her. She even wondered if he was uninterested in women. So, we devised a plan. One evening, we ensured Mr. Carrington was heavily drunk. We undressed him and Jane stayed in the bed beside him to stage the scene. When he woke up and saw her there, he was horrified and, feeling trapped by honor and family pressure, agreed to take responsibility. The wedding was planned to cover the truth." "Lies!" Jane shouted, "All of it! He’s a paid actor! Zayn fabricated this!"

“He’s the one who told me. I went to a clinic because I felt like I’d been hit by a train all week, and guess who walks in with my test results like a plot twist from a soap opera?” “What?” Abigail practically shrieks. “You've had no contact with the guy for almost two months, and then out of the blue, Dr. Sexy just waltzed into your exam room? That's crazy? I swear, if you're pulling my leg.” “Chill, chica, there's more,” I exhale. “He claims he didn’t even know it was me until he looked up from the chart because I'd given him a fake name back in Chicago.” “Oh my God. I told you that was going to get you into trouble someday. Jesus, Em. What were you thinking?”

It felt as though a giant hand had wrapped around my heart and squeezed. The pain was so intense I could barely breathe. I looked at him, eyes red, and forced out every word through clenched teeth. "I didn't do anything wrong! You all know exactly what happened! "I wasn't born to be some family's fake heiress! I have a family too! If you're all so afraid I'll compete with her, then I'll leave! That way you won't have to keep putting on this ridiculous act!" The words tore away the final layer of pretense.

After five years of marriage, I found out my husband was in love with my best friend, the same one who stole my fiance. Betrayed by both of them, I decided to fake my death and disappear. There were two days left. After I sent the email, Lloyd Becker walked into the study. Just as I closed the email about my fake death plan, he gently hugged me from behind and casually looked at my screen. “Sending work emails?” “Yeah, just checking some work plans.” I tried to sound natural and smiled at him.

I had done nothing wrong, yet here I was, being trampled by people who twisted truth as easily as breathing. Why? Because I looked poor? Because I didn’t have the kind of status they respected? One hand grabbed my arm while the other forced it behind my back. I struggled with everything I had, but how could I, alone, fight off two trained men? My arms were wrenched behind my back, the cold restraint already tightening around my wrists. Brian spoke slowly, his voice dripping with mockery. “Regretting it now? “If you’d just admitted your mistake from the start, returned Luna’s watch, and gotten out, it wouldn’t have turned this ugly.”

My friends were going to completely lose their minds. Especially Clara. That girl never stopped posting fake luxury pictures online pretending she came from old money. Well… It was finally my turn now. I immediately switched on my camera and started recording. “Hey guys…” I said softly in a fake rich-girl accent while flipping my hair back dramatically. “So I finally moved into my new place…” I slowly turned the camera around the living room to show everything clearly. “The interior is honestly giving my kinda vibes and I’m totally obsessed…” I laughed softly afterward.

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 "