Pretended Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

He will again pretend to be a stranger. .

And yet. He knew Drew would appreciate this. IN my hotel, if you can believe it. In the elevator. Drew took a long drink of his beer and pulled off his shirt. Let me guess, tall, blond, big fake boobs. Well, this would definitely surprise Drew. Short, black, real boobs.

"Well, let's say ... you can pretend to have a dementia." "W-what?"

Most of the company's contracts were even retracted. My name and photos were used by others to slander me hurtfully. Just as the internet got heated with this discussion, Ivana suddenly appeared teary-faced. She shared a video that declared her real identity. "I'm Summer Lang's best friend. My name is… Summer Lang said she didn't want her husband and son anymore, so she approached me." Ivana paused, her eyes growing even redder. She covered her face while sobbing. "She threatened me with her parents' money and paid me a hundred thousand dollars to seduce her husband! Summer pretended to be blind in order to successfully catch her husband cheating…"

He would nod politely, smile gently, and play the role of the humble son-in-law to perfection. Her mother ate it up. She thought her daughter had married a prince. And back then, Claire was foolish enough to be happy too. In those brief hours, she would let herself pretend that their marriage was real, tasting a sweetness that turned to ash the moment they drove away. It's just an act, she reminds herself, turning to look out the window. Don't fall for it again. When they arrive at the modest two-story house, Claire steps out of the car and freezes.

He confessed and heard her scoff softly. “How many days did it take you to rehearse that? Or let me guess, seeing how things didn’t work out with Lilly, you need another pretend bride.” She threw at him and turned her head in his direction. “It’s not happening, Cruz. I am not the old El. This one, right here, grew.” She informed. The old her would have been so thrilled to hear him say those words but now, it sounded nothing less than lies to her. “El…I need you to believe me.” He said, his right palm finding her left palm and picking it up gently. “Please, El.” He pleaded.

She gave a tired smile. “I feel like I just survived an interview.” He laughed softly. “That’s not far from the truth.” She turned to face him. “Does your family believe it?” “Yes.” “And your colleagues?” “Yes.” She looked down at the stone floor. “Then why doesn’t it feel like a success?” Joseph was silent for a moment. “Because pretending is exhausting.” She met his eyes. “Is that what this was? Pretending?” The question hung in the air. Joseph stepped closer, but not too close.

My breath turned shaky at the way he pronounced it, the way it rolled off his tongue. “If I remember correctly, you said no. Plus, I never gave you my name.” He pinned me with a gaze and my stubborn nature didn’t let me back down. “You visit here so often, even the janitors know your name Kayla. I’m Robert Moore and I’ve come to propose to you,” he said. I laughed. At first it started as a breathy chuckle but then turned to full blown laughter. Maybe my situation had turned me mad after all. “Well, Robert, I don’t see three million,” I said teasingly, playing along with his silly joke.

I paused, the lie sticking in my throat. "Because you're pretending to marry him," Emilia finished, her directness both refreshing and uncomfortable. "Yes," I admitted. "But even though it's not a real engagement, we do need to seem like we care about each other. So tonight is about getting to know each other better, including meeting each other's families." Emilia considered this, her small brow furrowed in concentration. "Does that mean I have to pretend to like him too?" I smoothed her hair back, love for this fierce, complicated child overwhelming me. "No, sweetheart. You never have to pretend about your feelings. But I do need you to be polite. Can you do that? For me?"