Novel & Cerita Quotes About A Fake Smile

I was the greediest stand-in in high society, and my motto was simple. As long as cash kept coming, my dignity could take a back seat. For Frederick Jameson, I played the role of his obedient pet, so when his true love accused me of stealing her necklace, I just bowed and apologized. With Samuel York, I served as his lab rat, testing drugs meant for his sweetheart's condition until they left me with a bleeding ulcer. And for Theodore Xander, I acted as a scapegoat, getting pushed out to take the blame of extortion for his crush. They all assumed I was hopelessly in love with them, even forcing me to sign a confession at their joint engagement party. That was when the system's voice chimed in, "Host, the portal home is now open." I wiped the blood from my lips, splashed my wine into their faces, and grinned brightly. "Game over, losers!" Right in front of everyone, I leaped straight into the sea. Later, word spread that the three big shots scoured the entire ocean just to find my body.

Jericho just wanted an autograph from her idol, hockey star Ajax Reinhardt. There's just one problem : the fan outside the locker room stretches for miles. So, in a moment of impulsive genius, she sneaks into the player's bathroom, hoping for a quick autograph. However, Ajax finds her hiding in his bathroom, he assumes the worst. Jericho panics, trying to explain herself, but as he reaches for the door to call security, she grabs his towel in desperation. One tug was too hard, and the towel dropped right as the door swung open. The paparazzi take pictures of him naked. Now, Ajax's career is on the line, Jericho's dad wants her out of school, and her only way out to stay is to pretend she's dating Ajax himself. He's furious and she's desperate but they have to make it work. However, when their fake-dating turns a little too real, the ice begins to melt. Fast.

It's a blind date. Neither of them wanted to be paired. She agrees to it so she can keep her secret from her family. He agrees to it to fulfill his grandmother's dying wish. They are just pretending; a scripted act. That's what they tell themselves. But they soon begin to forget their lines in the play as love blossoms between them. Anders and Electra never thought they could love each other as much as they had hated each other.

Renata has three problems: a sick mother, an unpaid rent notice, and a dream she refuses to let die. A self-taught boxer with raw talent and no formal backing, Renata has been training in secret for months with one goal in mind — winning the city's most prestigious boxing tournament and using the prize money to keep her family from losing everything. The only problem is that Coach Peterston won't let her near the roster. She's a girl, she's untrained on paper, and the rules aren't built for someone like her. When her best friend Edwina reveals that Drent Ardent — the legendary boxer behind the tournament and the most magnetic man in the city — is quietly in town ahead of the finals, Renata sees her only opening. She doesn't expect Drent to see through her in under two minutes. She especially doesn't expect him to be that beautiful. Drent Ardent has everything the world can see and nothing he actually wants. The heir to his family's boxing empire, he's been handed an ultimatum by his father's board — produce a visible, credible relationship before the year ends or forfeit his inheritance. He has come to this city to breathe, to escape the suffocation of expectation, and to run a tournament that was supposed to be simple. Drawn to her in a way he can't explain and unwilling to examine too closely, Drent makes Renata an offer she has every reason to refuse. What begins as a clean transaction between two people who need something from each other refuses to stay clean. Drent is used to wanting things and acquiring them. Renata is used to surviving and nothing else. One year. One deal. One fight that will change both of their lives.

She’s sunshine, glitter, and impulsive chaos. He’s suit-and-tie, headlines, and cold steel control. Together? Absolutely not... right? Jace Whitmore and Lily Thompson have *history*-the kind neither of them talks about, but both remember. She remembers him as the tall, egotistical jerk who kissed her stupid... then told her he wouldn’t touch her with a six-foot pole. RUDE. And infuriatingly unforgettable. He remembers her as the pint-sized menace who’s far too cute for his sanity. Her pout? Weaponized. That glitter obsession? Unbearable. Her... everything? Inexplicably addictive. And while she’s not his type (his type being supermodels with legs for days), his eyes, and maybe something else, never got that memo. He’s the reformed playboy now forced to run his family’s billion-dollar empire. She’s a glitter-wearing, bubble-blowing whirlwind of trouble who wants to get revenge on her ex. He’s the suit-clad face of responsibility. She’s the younger sister of his friend. And exactly no one thinks they should be within ten feet of each other. It started with one forbidden kiss. One very personal grudge… One impulsive decision… And the fear of things becoming real.

One year after I was confirmed to be a fake heir, all my friends said I was like a completely different person. I was no longer spoiled or entitled. I no longer desperately sought even a passing glance from my parents. And I no longer exhausted myself trying every possible way to win Jane Fraser's love. The harsh reality of financial hardship left me running ragged every day. It also made me understand, with painful clarity, that affection and romance were the most useless things in this world. As they wished, I stopped fighting. I stopped competing for anything at all. Later, when Jane brought the real heir back home, I simply went quietly to the guest room and waited in silence, ready to give up everything that once belonged to me. But those who had long wanted me to be obedient and well-behaved were suddenly driven mad. They asked me, over and over, why I had stopped fighting back.

When Sarra Reed flies home for her best friend’s wedding, she expects a reunion filled with laughter, champagne, and nostalgia. Instead, she discovers the groom is none other than the man she thought was still her boyfriend, Ethan. Shattered and betrayed, Sarra’s world tilts again when she collides with her best friend’s older brother, Ronan Vale, Hollywood’s most notorious bad boy, a billionaire actor whose smirk could set the tabloids on fire. He's forbidden and exciting but the past won't stay buried. Her ex, now her best friend’s fiancé, wants her back, refusing to let her go without a fight. Ronan wants her too, but loving him could ruin her oldest friendship and destroy his family ties forever. Two powerful men. One broken heart. In a world of red carpets, glittering scandals, and dark secrets, Sarra must decide whether to protect her best friend or surrender to the forbidden passion threatening to consume her.

My blind date turns out to be my cheating ex-boyfriend’s boss, billionaire CEO Adrian Cole. When my ex mocks me for being alone, Adrian pulls me close and says, “She’s with me.” What begins as a fake relationship for revenge quickly spirals out of control when Adrian’s secret lover, famous actress Vanessa Hale, returns, and she is determined to destroy me. Now the whole world believes I’m the billionaire’s girlfriend, my ex wants me back, and the man who was supposed to be part of my revenge might become the one person who can break my heart the most.

Getting drunk and asking the cute guy at the bar to pose as your fake boyfriend at your sister’s wedding? What could possibly go wrong… Not like he is a famous HOTTER THAN ALL HECK actor who is going to ask you to marry him so that he can get more time in the spotlight now that he is no longer relevant. Surely that won’t happen…

My boyfriend of eight years didn’t just leave me. He left me for my sister. And then suddenly, they were getting married. I hate being seen as the weakling, the ugly one. So I did what I could. I made an offer to Liam Carter —my Highschool Bully when we met in Tuscany. The last person I ever wanted to owe anything to. We pretend to date for the summer, to make everyone believe I’ve moved on and in return I help with his PR stunt. It was supposed to be fake. No feelings. No strings. Just a deal between enemies with something to prove. But the more we pretend, the more the lines blur—and suddenly, the boy who once made my life miserable might be the only one who truly sees me. And the worst part? I think I’m starting to fall for him.