روايات وقصص ضمن Oops，i Faked My Way Into Nobility

"How are you here? You clearly set out for the northern frontier! I saw you leave with my own eyes!" He suddenly caught on, and his eyes turned bloodshot. "It was all fake? You were putting on a show… You played me!" Caleb spurred his horse forward at an unhurried pace as his black-armored troops automatically parted to form a path for him. "If we didn't stage a little performance, how else were we supposed to lure an idiot like you into our trap?" he asked coolly, leveling the tip of his spear straight at Cameron.

“There’s a difference.” Sophie frowned. “Izzy, you’re the most resourceful person I know. But this? This sounds like something out of a tabloid disaster. You fake-date a billionaire, then disappear under suspicious circumstances.” “I don’t have to disappear. I just have to fake it.” Sophie groaned. “Promise me one thing?” “Maybe.” “Don’t sign anything until I read it.” Izzy hesitated. “Fine.” She hung up, pocketed the card, and left before she could change her mind.

Truthfully, I needed a friend too. "Really? Because it sure fucking looked like that, Anna. You moved on quickly. You just jumped into that shit. Just like you jumped into this thing with me. Look, I know it was all fake, but maybe you could have spared me the fucking sight of all of that shit," he says, raising his voice slightly.

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

I brought my hands up taking him by the collar of his shirt, I cared nothing if anyone heard, which would be impossible as I knew my voice was barely a faint whisper, having him so close made my senses fail. "Because of our marriage" he dictated, he took the audacity to express that truth as if he believed it, some time ago he said we are a fictitious marriage, why did I come with his crap of nobility in his heart, he wanted to insult me so much to superimpose the false over the real. "Oh?" I managed to reply, he had said it so confidently that inside my head it echoed, I foolishly took the crumbs Gael was handing over. I must have looked like such an idiot to be so quick to deceive.

But I still put it on the instant I got back, allowing myself to pretend for a while longer that the world believes we're newly engaged and we're unveiling the most anticipated microchip of the twenty-first century. But that can never happen. Tomorrow, Damien will be alone on the stage, his father watching with satisfied eyes as he tells the audience it's Bass Mobile who wins the prize for an entire year. Their stocks will skyrocket, their phones soon reigning supreme, and its users will never know the danger they slip into their pockets. My phone rings on the floor next to me, shining a familiar face I’ve grown to love on the lock screen. Fuck! The force of my smack sends it skittering acro