Romans & histoires Pretend Synonym

“I think I finally am.” That scared him more than her tears ever had. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ In another city, Adrian stood in front of a mirror, adjusting a ring he hadn’t chosen for love. Isabela watched him. “You’re very good at pretending,” she said lightly. “I’m not pretending,” he replied. “I’m performing.” She laughed. “Same thing.” “No,” he corrected. “Pretending means you hope the lie becomes real.” He met her gaze in the mirror. “I don’t.”

“Then explain it properly.” He paused briefly before saying, “Pretend to be my girlfriend.” I blinked. “What?” “It’s simple,” he said. “We act like it wasn’t random. We act like it meant something.” I let out a short laugh. “You’re joking.” “I’m not.” I shook my head. “No. That’s not happening.” “You don’t have a better option.”

I'll just have to find a way to explain it. "Um…. Well, it's….. It's a new game I came up with. It's called pretend. And we're going to start playing the game as soon as we arrive at our destination. While we're there, you'll pretend to be someone else's daughter and I'll pretend like I'm not your mother in front of everybody else but when we're in the room, we won't play the game. You mustn't tell anyone about our game and no one should find out we are mother and daughter or else you'll lose the game. You want to win the game, right?" I asked, amazed at how quickly my brain had come up with that.

My girl could not have been more wrong. "All of your things are still there waiting for you. Just know this..." I spoke directly just a few inches from her face, boring into her soulful eyes. "I have no intentions of letting you go." I swallowed hard. "If you come with me you're signing on for all of me, Brynne. I don't know any other way to be with you. It's all in for me. And I want it to be all in for you too." "All in?" She brought her palm to my cheek and held it there, her questioning look so genuine. I turned my lips to press them into the palm of her hand as she held my face. "A poker term. Means to bet everything you have on the cards you're holding. You're what I'm holding."

The idea of another lady spending the night with Ethan crossed my thoughts, and I heard a growl. I searched my mind for a suitable method to approach the matter that wouldn't come across as needy while sucking my lower lip between my teeth. When I begged him in this exact location a few days ago, I believe I crossed the line and asked him to be my pretend lover. What if he rejects me? He may or may not agree to participate in this madness, and he has nothing to lose if he decides to back out while I am putting everything on the line. Although I haven't given it much thought up until now, it is absolutely accurate. Ethan may leave the situation at any time, leaving me to manage the tumultuous

Keep pretending you care. Because I’ll keep pretending too. Let’s see who wins. You hide. I seek.

‘’Doing what? ‘’Keeping up the pretence. You cannot teach yourself to lie even if you wanted to.’’

“I’ll mess it up again. And I don't want to meet him.” “Penny, just give this a try. And you're possibly not the only woman he's…had sex with. Even if he remembers.” Penelope looked at her, “Even if I were to accept, I don’t still feel like myself.” Demetria smiled gently, “Then pretend.” “What?…Pretend how?” “Yeah,” she shrugged. “Borrow confidence. Fake it if you have to.” A small breath escaped Penelope, “It's not that easy.”

“What if… and I’m just spitballing here… you pretended to date me?” I blinked at him slowly. I didn't believe at first that he had just said that. After a moment, when it was obvious how serious it was, I said in a strangled voice, “What?” He shrugged. “Pretend. You know, like fake date me. You get your power back. Caleb loses his mind. Everyone else shuts the hell up.” I stared at him like he’d just asked me to join a cult. “You want me to fake date you?”