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“Then it will be considered as our fifth and final fake date.” I can see her considering it, but she quickly reorganizes her thoughts. Before she could shake her head, I said what I knew would make her say yes, “And wouldn’t it be so much more convincing if that’s also the place you fake-fall in love with me? In the house where Elizabeth Bennet realized her feelings for Mr. Darcy.” The glimmer in her eyes when I mentioned her favorite classical love story told me I’ve gotten into her. How I wished I could have taken a photo of that.

, he whispers again while his lips seductively kiss my neck while I stop myself from moaning while my hands get tangled in his hair. I shake my head as I pull the chair away from my desk, closing my laptop. I can’t write anymore today, and this book is starting to drive me insane. Why have I started doing this? Why am I writing about something that I know nothing about? All I know about love is what I read in my smut and romance books. I have never loved anyone, and I have never been loved. But let’s face it, who would love the girl that has to hide behind a fake identity because of who my family is?

The handwritten title stares back at me: "Unspoken Vows." A romance story about two people caught in a fake marriage, slowly unraveling the walls they built around themselves. Sounds familiar. Yes. My first book is about me and Asher.

We sat close, knees touching, his thumb still drawing those slow patterns on the back of my hand. I wanted to believe him. Wanted to lean into the warmth and pretend the queen bee’s warning was just jealous noise. But deep down, a small voice kept whispering: What if she’s right? What if I’m already too deep, and the fall is coming faster than I can brace for? Jax leaned in slightly, his breath warm against my temple. “Whatever they said, ignore it. I’ve got you.” I nodded, but inside my thoughts spun faster. This fake love was supposed to protect me. So why did it suddenly feel like the most dangerous thing I’d ever let in?

Just a thing that happened — Cole showing up at her locker between second and third period with an oat milk latte, staying just long enough to make sure she got it, then disappearing to his own class. "This is getting out of hand," Nora told Maya Friday afternoon. "What is?" "The coffee situation." "The coffee situation," Maya repeated slowly. "You mean the situation where the guy you're fake dating brings you coffee every day because he pays attention to what you like and wants to make you happy?" "Yes. That situation." "Nora." Maya set down her phone. "That's not a situation. That's called dating." "We're not actually—" "Babe." Maya's voice was gentle. "When are you going to admit that thi

I would never look back, nor would I stop to reclaim the love that never belonged to me in the first place. Right now, Elaine was kneeling on the floor while shrieking hysterically, "Haha! So what if you found her, William? She's already someone else's wife! There's no way she'll return to you!" William's expression darkened instantly, but he never said a word. Then, Elaine turned to glare at me—she was unwilling to accept defeat. She soon spat out a mouthful of blood. "You must be making fun of me now, right? After all, I also thought that William was in love with me! Who'd have thought that he loved you instead? I thought I won, but you emerged as the winner in the end. I really am patheti

I finally cummed with his name on my lips, and he followed moments after, spilling into me with a curse and a groan that echoed across the water. When it was over, he wrapped me in the robe and held me against his chest, breath still heavy. “Tell me,” he said softly, lips brushing my temple. “What game are you really playing, Lovia Diaz?” I smiled. “Wouldn’t you love to know.” He smiled too licking my lower lips. He then uttered against my lips. “You're kinda addictive…Do you have a boyfriend? I chuckled and rolled my eyes before responding. “Do I look like I have one?“ I asked.

"HANNAH LOCKWOOD, would you do the remarkable honor of marrying me?" My heart hammers in my chest like the crashing of symbols. It's hard to tell if the shock lining Hannah's face is because of the timely proposal, as per written in our contract. Or because of the diamond sitting inside of the velvet black box, I hold in my clammy hands—I wouldn't blame her, as the jeweler appraised it for just over five million. Or because she shares the notion that some part of this fake proposal is real.

🌹Aurora🌹 The reception hall was a dazzling arena of opulence, where every detail was meticulously arranged to project perfection. I moved through the crowd as if in a daze, a reluctant participant in a performance that felt both surreal and suffocating. The ballroom’s high, vaulted ceilings were draped in shimmering lights, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and fresh flowers. Yet beneath the glitz and glamour, I sensed a pervasive emptiness—a facade that masked a world of expectations and unspoken agendas.

I begged her with lots of crying n drama to convince her to move in with me. Aarti, a real beauty, she is an artist And me, I am the agony aunt of our group, I have done my degree in management and I am working as a personal assistant to the CEO of Carter Industries. My love life? You need to read this book to know. ______ Hey Readers, I am starting with my first book at Goodnovel I want to thank all of you for giving me love and confidence to start with this story. Hope you all will like this one. Thanks