Pacar Bohongan Novels & Stories

Then, he left with a copy of the surveillance footage. "Are you going to let them off just like that?" Adrian walked up to Caroline. He smiled at her and suggested, "If you arrest those people, you can at least lock them up for a few days to knock some sense into them." "There's no need to do that," Caroline objected. "They're just being deceived." Sarah was the true culprit behind all of this since she had spread lies online, accusing Caroline of being a disloyal daughter. Caroline's scandal was big, so Adrian knew a thing or two about it. He looked over at Caroline again. His eyes were filled with interest. "I heard you got married, and your partner is a very ordinary worker, right?"

"Uh...you will have to ask the owner, sir. I'm just a worker here and I don't think the owner would..." "Who's the owner?" "He's over there at the bar, red polo." He glanced at his wristwatch. He was running out of time. He strode quickly to the bar, to the only man on red polo. "Your car" he said to the bulky man with shaved head and hard eyes, gulping down his fourth bottle of beer, "I want it. How much?" "No sell." Came the red polo guy gruff reply. "Ten thousand dollars." The man shot him an irritated look, "Are you kidding me, man? I bought it almost twice that amount!"

" At this point, some clever people began to piece things together. The way they looked at Tyler shifted. "So, does that mean Phoebe is actually his biological daughter? And Madison is the one who's been occupying her place?" "Wait, I suddenly realize that Phoebe actually carries the Campbell surname! Madison shares the same surname as Mr. Lloyd. Mr. Campbell Senior just said that Mr. Lloyd is a live-in son-in-law, which means…" The audience began to understand the truth. With Grandpa steadfastly defending me, Tyler truly started to panic. "Dad, let me explain. This is all a misunderstanding!"

" I am not pregnant. I can't be pregnant... " " Now c'mon... Why can't you be pregnant? That is rubbish beta, please accept the fact. There is nothing to be shy about. No need to hide it. We are not judging you... " Maurvi opened her mouth and then closed it. Again opened and closed it, but no sound came out. " Oh, God !! Dad... please listen to me first. She is not pregnant. Please stop it or she might faint out of shyness. " " Now you are trying to tell a lie... " dad glared at me.

I glared at him, somewhat knowing where he was leading this conversation. "Easy Tiger. Easy." He smirked, "I knew last night that there was something fishy and now it's clear as day." "So?" I was never going to give the effort to look like I was in love or something with Eden. And besides, he already heard us loud and clear. So, pretending wasn’t going to cut it short. I knew Hoult very well and he would never fall for it. His words were calculative, "I don't know why but this much is clear to me that you kept your engagement story out of the reach of media and I would like to keep playing along. But..."

“Don’t cry. Where’s Macario? I thought you would bring Macario with you this time.” “He said he might follow tomorrow. He’s in Aurora now—a relative of his passed away.” Pat was still crying. “Papa! Please don’t die.” “I’m not going to die. Stop crying, I said. Don’t cry anymore.” “But you’re crying too.” "I'm fine, child. Don't worry about me. See? I'm even stronger than a carabao." Pat sniffled. "Wow, Pa. You really think that highly of yourself? A carabao? A goat, maybe."