Novel & Cerita Pretend You're Mine

“The man I hate more than you is him, so no!” “Good. I give you a three months grace period. When the time is up, we are having a kid whether it's to your liking or not.”

And I was the reason for it. “I love you,” I whispered again. “You think you can come back here and pretend I don’t own every part of you? You're wrong baby. You're mine, only mine. Even your brothers can do nothing about it. I possess you.” Fuck. I am still a possessive asshole. But it is true. He is mine and I’ll do anything even grovel at his feet and give my life for him to love me again.

I come with a broken sob, spilling over my fist in thick pulses, clenching so tight around the handle he curses roughly. He keeps it buried inside me for a long minute, both of us panting. Then he eases it out, slow and careful, leaving me empty and dripping. “You’re mine,” he murmurs against my mouth, kissing me deep and possessive. “Don’t ever forget it.” I nod, boneless, wrecked, and somehow more alive than I’ve ever been.

I feared that the appeal would wear off if he found out we were pretending and I’d just go back to being plain old Mia. It felt like my heart was in a tug-of-war. I hadn’t really considered all of the consequences that would come from making a deal like this and I was praying that I hadn’t made a mistake. I suppose only time would tell.

I feel sick in the stomach when I think about it. I have no identity here. I'll be just dressed up puppet beside him whom he controls the way he wants. "I don't know!" I answered. "Just don't wear your real expression... You have to fake it" She patted my back and walked away. God! What I have got myself into.

After pulling them on, he turned to me. “Everyone saw us last night,” he said. “Everyone saw you with me.” I crossed my arms. “Okay… and?” “And they assume you’re mine now.” My brows lifted. “That’s ridiculous.” “Maybe,” he said, shrugging. “But it’s what they think. So instead of letting rumors spread out of control, we’re going to control them.” “…We are?” I repeated. He nodded once. “I want you in a pretend relationship with me.”

But I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin stubbornly, I was not going to let my Master down on this one. As soon as those words ran through my head, I felt a jolt of shock run through me. It still seemed so unreal that I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was just imagining things. All I knew was, fake or not, in my head I had already accepted him as my master, and starting now I was going to live up to his expectations. I smiled happily as I unpacked my stuff and began setting up my desk.

But there's nothing between us. This is instinct ... wet, hot urges. Nothing real. Just temporary fun. At least, that's the lie that I tell myself as I wind her hair around my fingers. As she loops her hand in mine. As the diamond of her ring glints like a star. I pretend that I'm fine with this. Because what other choice is there? It could be real. Oh, that wicked, tempting voice creeps in. This marriage is pretend. But nothing stops you from having a proper one. With time, maybe ... Maybe there's a chance⁠—

I’m not proud of what I’ve become, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned since being with him, it’s how to pretend. Pretend nothing hurts me. Pretend I’m fine. Pretend I want to give him a child. Sometimes even pretend I feel pleasure when all I really want is to tear my own skin off. Pretending has become my greatest defense mechanism. Lying is my sharpest weapon.

Surely, I've imagined it as I sense nothing negative coming from him. "We've got this" I add, pretending to have more confidence than I've actually got. It's time.