Pretended Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“There is nothing to explain when I can see perfectly with my own eyes.” “What you saw was a woman pretending—” “Yes, just like you have clearly pretended with me.” She huffed. “Will you stop interrupting so I can explain?” He sighed and folded his arms. “As I was saying, you saw a woman pretending...pretending to be her sister to protect the man she loves more than life itself.” A tear ran down her face. He scratched the throb booming in his forehead. “Pretending to be her sister? What are you talking about?”

“What’s wrong?” What was wrong was that she had led him to believe that she was the eldest daughter of the Cruz family. As far as he was concerned, that was who he was married to. She was just a substitute. No matter how much she desired him, she couldn’t sleep with him. Because she knew if they slept together, they would become a real couple. Being in a pretend marriage with him while hiding her true identity was bad enough. Getting into a real relationship with him while doing so was even worse.

My right leg moved from under the table, touching hers, as I massaged her leg with mine, “I can take care of your needs, real good” Her eyes shut for a second, her breath getting thicker but it was gone the next. She stood up from her chair, “I need to use the restroom” “Okay” I smiled, knowing I was playing a dangerous game. She wasn’t the only one affected by what I just did. I could feel my arousal and I needed a minute to breathe, so I don’t walk out of this restaurant looking like a pervert. My Grayson sat across from me, his small body shaking as I pretended to read a book.

To fulfill his young girlfriend Wendy Baker's dream of becoming vice president, my husband faked amnesia after a car accident and used it as an excuse to strip me of my position. One afternoon, I happened to overhear a conversation between them. Wendy sounded hesitant as she asked, "Aren't you worried Elaine will never speak to you again if you do this?" My husband did not seem concerned in the slightest. "I'm only letting you have some fun for seven days," he said casually. "After that, I'll just tell her my memory came back. What's she going to do, hold a grudge against someone who was supposedly sick?" My footsteps slowed. I heard every word. However, instead of exposing his lie, I qui

I said, to which he bowed and left. I sat down gently on the bed with my hands placed on my laps as I looked around. My phone then vibrated in my pocket which made my heart lurch. With a hand cradling my chest, I swiped it open, and smiled. My bank account had been credited with five million dollars just like Roman had promised, and now, the game of pretense had officially begun.

That’s the part where it suddenly turned out weird, the moment she said her next words… "I'm already pretending to be three months pregnant!” She hissed when she heard my footsteps. “I gotta go!” She groaned then hung up. I was still in my same spot, holding my phone, my hands shaking as I continued to stare at my phone screen. .“Pretending to be three months pregnant?” I asked myself. What did she mean by pretending? Was she pretending to be pregnant? I swallowed hard. If she wasn’t pregnant then why… I paused the moment I heard the door swing open.

I found it kind of funny and said, "Yeah, we're engaged, so of course we're good." Nobody answered, and the room went tense. "Alright, alright, forget it. Let's play a game." Someone spoke up, breaking the silence. Tiffany glanced at Janet, then pulled Mervin down to sit with her. That person said, "Let's play Kings. Whoever draws the king picks two numbers, and they must do a dare." Everyone was clearly into it. One round later, Tiffany and Mervin got called. The king had them make out for two minutes in front of us and post it on their socials.

I answered and I couldn't help the smile that graced my face when I remembered what happened at the dinner. "Oh my God, you are smiling. I have to meet her. Will you arrange..." "Okay, that is it, mother. I have to go. Duty calls." I said and ended the call without waiting for her response. I need to think of a way to fix this. I need to convince Alexia to be my pretend girlfriend in front of my mum and sister. How hard can it be?

“Let me tell you something, Mr. Shane. Morgan Group would have called everything off if it weren’t for my son falling for your daughter! You’ll regret beating up my son!” Dad was furious and kept shaking his head. He clapped his hands once, and police officers in hats came inside. They held recording devices. “Did you know that impersonation is illegal?” It was only then that the man realized something was wrong. He looked at the people surrounding him and then at Steven. He stammered out, “W-What’s going on?” Then, he looked again at Dad before he seemed to get it. He turned and tried to grab Steven and run, but the police officers apprehended him.

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.