Oops，i Faked My Way Into Nobility Novels & Stories

His dark hair was short, and his face was rounder, but I could easily spot the similarities between the two brothers. "Matt talked a lot about you. He said you were an IT genius who was also an amazing hockey player." He signed me something back and gave me a cheeky smile. "F.uck you", Matt told him. "What?" "He says he's a rich, successful and handsome IT genius and that you married the wrong brother. And that there's still time to make the switch", Matt explained with an angry voice, but he was smiling, and I couldn't help but laugh. "You don´t say...How long will you be staying with us? Maybe there's still time for you to convince me to change." Andrew stepped forward to kiss my hand, but

He gestured to the side of his face. “I even had a fantastic make-up artist in the bag, or should I say in my bed, to help me look like my brother. I would have eventually pretended to have the scar surgically removed but yeah, it never got to that because you managed to hook your claws in my twin brother.” I shook my head. “You’re not making any sense. Why would you want to pretend to be Nico? You were the rightful heir anyway.” He placed his finger on his lips. “True, but see…our worthless father and his gambling addiction put me in a position where I had to step up.

All of New York knew that Caspian Solis, the Don of the Solis family, worshipped the ground I walked on. Then an ambush left him with amnesia. Not only did he forget me and our twenty years together, but he also mistook his secretary, Ivy, for the love of his life. He tossed our matching bracelets and stared at me with dead eyes. "You are not my type. Ivy is the woman I love." My heart shattered. I tried everything to help him remember. Until I overheard a conversation between him and his right-hand man: "Don, how long are you going to keep this up? What if your wife finds out you are faking the amnesia?" Caspian exhaled a cloud of cigar smoke, completely unbothered. "She won't." "I just wan

I just hated them for their false favors, their insatiable hunger and their conviction that they were better than humanity. The night of that fiasco of an award ceremony, she had me dine with her court. A place of honor was set aside for me, only one step down from her exalted majesty. I lied to those nobles and aristocrats about of my home and upbringing in order to expunge some of my commoner stench from their refined nostrils. I revealed nothing of the 'magic' that allowed me to take a spear piercing my chest and exiting my spine and not only living, but quickly dispatching the offending lancer as well.

Jase acted like he is cleaning his ear with his finger. “Are you guys serious with your endearment? Mr. Fuenter? Ms.Croven?” Olivia burst out in laughter and held her stomach. The fudge? What’s wrong with these two? “You guys are weird.” I blurted and turned on my back again to head to my car. “You picked a nice call sign, dude.” I heard Jase teased Erwan. “You think so? I spent sleepless nights to practice calling her babe but calling her Ms. Croven seems much natural to me.” he giggled. Bastards.

But now wasn't the time to break down. It was time to act right. One thing was for sure: I wouldn’t just break down the bloodline responsible for turning me vulnerable. I would destroy it. Like my mom used to say, “Fake it till you make it.” With that proverb, I changed my entire mood back to the innocent fangirl I was. “Mr. Luca, I’m so sorry. Just as Miss Harper left, she slammed the door, which made that book fall, and so I thought of picking it up,” I lied with much confidence and innocence, so he wouldn’t suspect a thing.

Naturally gifted with a strong memory, I had practiced this test over a hundred times and could even recite the answers from memory. After leaving the exam hall, everyone was eager to know how I had done. I said only one thing: “Better than ever.” Before the scores were even released, Ethan arrived with Mrs. Whitmore to propose, planning to get engaged to Vivian. Mrs. Whitmore had initially looked displeased. After all, everyone knew Vivian was the impostor heiress. In a prestigious family, bloodlines mattered, an heir’s identity could never be handed to an illegitimate child. But Ethan repeatedly assured her that Vivian was exceptionally capable and could get into Yale. Grandpa Sullivan had

What more could I ask for? Oh, yes, especially one important thing. Amy failed to invite Laird. That fact nearly brought me to tears of joy. Even when Amy shouted angrily, upset, and accused me of messing it up, I almost made a playful comment. Luckily, I managed to restrain myself and pretend not to know anything about his early return. I insisted and acted, just like Amy taught me yesterday when facing Ms. Mitchelle's interrogation. Fake it till you make it. "Thank you, Fenella. I never even dreamed of coming to a high school dance party. Thanks to you, I now have a beautiful memory. Especially with a gorgeous and popular girl like you." His face flushed with embarrassment as Clark's voice

Ford to brief him on the situation and mention the USB drive. He chuckled warmly on the other end of the line, his voice full of affection. "As long as you're happy, Ally! Adrian deserves whatever's coming for him!" Since Mr. Ford was so supportive, I decided to go all in. The next day, the internet did a complete 180. Yesterday's hate campaign against me mysteriously vanished, replaced by a new trending topic that dominated the list. #AdrianFordCaughtCheatingWithFakeHeiress

“Bravo. You're a great analyzer, huh? But unfortunately your analysis was not proven correct. Jeff died by suicide. He was so frustrated with his life and heart disease that it limited his mobility. He must have thought that death was the right choice to end all his suffering." “You're happy about his death, right? You don't deserve a penny of grandpa's inheritance. You're nothing but a shit.” Calvin smiled scornfully. “Am I really happy about Jeff's death? How about you? Didn't you fake your marriage with that bitch?” “Never insult my wife, or I will crush your nose again. This time I'll make sure you won't be able to breathe using your crooked nose.” “Nice try. You tried to bully me and se