Romans & histoires Quotes Of Fake Relationship

“We need Jax’s reputation smoothed out, and that is exactly what you will be doing as his fake girlfriend. You will just be going a little out of the script, but then again, don’t we all?” “Tara…” “Your professionalism is exactly what we need. It is like Celeste and Finn here. Celeste is a member of the board, and Finn is a player. The only difference is that theirs is real and yours isn’t. The story will spread, and we will control the narrative.” “As long as you keep your legs closed and your panties to yourself,” Celeste adds, having the most fun from this. “We all know Jax can be a little….erm, what’s the world? Hot. But don’t fall for his charms, please.”

“I didn't know you were the one. He never mentioned your name.” “Well I didn't know it would be you too, he didn't mention your name. I didn't even ask for it because all I wanted was a fake date.” “Oh, you should be ashamed of yourself. Everything about you is always fake. Fake love and relationships, what are you? A joke?” I asked, annoyed. “You don't understand. I'm testing myself.” I laughed with sarcasm. “Move out of my way.” “No.” My mouth fell open and I tilted my head. The absolute nerve. “No?”

“A fake relationship is a fineable offense, but a fake engagement is corporate fraud, and if the board catches us lying about a marriage, they won't just fire me—they’ll blackball my license and sue you for breach of contract." "They won't catch us because we aren't going to look like we're lying," Stefan said, his strides effortless as he closed the distance between us again, his massive frame completely cutting off the exit until I was trapped between his chest and the brickwork, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the sharp metallic tang of the arena air.

The deal was dead. The fake was over. We were real – publicly, privately, no asterisk, no arrangement, no fine print. Just two people who'd chosen each other through scholarship threats and family fractures and a word on a whiteboard and every other thing the world had thrown at us. I should have been relieved. And I was – for about five minutes. Then the real relationship started and I discovered something nobody warns you about: the fake version was easier. The fake version had rules. The real version had Rhys.

to myself. He continues, "We are in a fake relationship." "Fake relationship?" Lucien repeats, the words tasting like poison on his lips. He glares at me as if he can’t believe his ears, but when I don’t deny it, he spits, "What’s the meaning of that nonsense, Lira?" "Yes, Lucien," I finally say, my voice trembling slightly. "He is right. We are in a fake relationship."

I raise my voice. "Are you telling me you want to end what we had?" he asks, both eyebrows raised. My reaction catches him by surprise. "What do you mean by 'what we had'?" I inquire, raising an eyebrow. "Or is there something that wasn't a fake relationship for public display?" I say sarcastically.

“No. I’m saying it because… weirdly, you’re the only person I can talk to like this lately. No filter.” I winced. “Wow. So even in a fake relationship, I’m your emotional sponge.” “It’s a fair deal. You get free hot chocolate and all my childhood trauma.” I laughed, even though it stung a little. Because I got it. That feeling of carrying something heavy inside, too raw to say aloud. But sometimes, even if the relationship is fake, the moments become real. “Wanna know what I used to dream about?” I asked, raising my mug like a toast.

I watch until he disappears into the clubhouse. Back in my hotel room, I order room service. Pick at a salad. Can't taste anything. The Holidate Pact document is still open on my laptop. The words I wrote last night. *The problem with fake relationships turning real is that real relationships hurt. Really hurt. And when you're used to protecting yourself with distance and lies, vulnerability feels like bleeding out in public.* *She told him to leave because she was scared. He left because he was broken. And now they're both alone, pretending this is what they wanted.*

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

, Matt asked, his voice devoid of any emotion. Then it was like this. I was caught up in a whirlwind of feelings, thinking that our relationship had reached a different level. However, Matt and Daren were showing the fleeting of this marriage. Ultimately, this relationship was coming to an end and this was a reminder again that I shouldn't fall in love with my fake husband. I just hope it's not too late for my heart to understand this. "I'll have to take a look at it later. Sorry, but I'd rather close one topic before moving on to the next one, if you don't mind. As you said, we still have some time". I forced myself to smile at them and started to get up.