Novel & Cerita Real Beautiful You

“Deal.” And just like that, the line between fake and real started to blur.

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"You're the most infuriating, brilliant, beautiful woman I've ever met. You make me want to be better. You make me want to actually deserve you, which is probably impossible but I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying anyway. You see through all my bullshit, you call me out when I'm being an idiot, and you make me laugh even when everything is falling apart. I know we started this as something casual, but somewhere along the way it became real for me. You became real for me. And I don't want to pretend anymore. I don't want this to be a performance or a PR move or a way to save your reputation. I want it to be real. I want us to be real." He lifted the ring, holding it up between us.

Grace shoved me hard. I stumbled backward and slammed into the coffee table. Glass shattered everywhere. Ethan stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Grace, his gaze as cold as ice when he looked at me. "You're still lying? Grace said her father is fine. You're just trying to run away." "Ethan!" I stared at him in disbelief. "We're fated mates, and you still won't even believe me?" "Mates?" Grace scoffed. "A Rogue doesn't deserve to be Ethan's mate. Today I'm going to teach this fraud a lesson she won't forget!"

"You're disgusting! Get out of my way!" He hadn't expected me to curse him out, and his face darkened instantly. Without hesitation, I shoved him aside, took Jordan's hand, and headed straight out. Livio froze, staring as we walked away. Then he exploded. "Diane Ward, this is pathetic! You really think faking a marriage will force my hand?" "Fake marriage?" I snorted. "Whatever you say." His lips pressed into a thin line. "This has gone far enough! It was just a dumb bet. Do you have to make a fool of yourself like this?"

She shook her head slightly, her fingers tightening against her arms. “You keep saying that like honesty makes things easier.” “It doesn’t,” I said. “It just makes them real.” The word hung between us. Real. I watched the way it affected her. The slight shift in her stance. The way her breathing changed, just enough to notice. Aliya looked away again, her gaze drifting back toward the window. “Real isn’t always good,” she said quietly. “No,” I agreed. “But it’s necessary.” “For you, maybe.” “For both of us.”

"I've been chasing a fantasy. The perfect family, the perfect love, the perfect future where everyone's happy and no one's hurt. But that's not real. That's never been real." Kaelan watched her, his eyes intent. "What is real?" "You." Her voice cracked. "Me. This impossible thing between us that I can't explain or control or walk away from. Liam, broken but still here. Althea, giving up everything and asking nothing in return. All of us, surviving together in ways that don't make sense but feel true." She crossed to him, close enough to touch, close enough to feel the heat of him. "I don't know if what we have is healthy. I don't know if it's right. I don't know if it can last." She reached

I even personally saw him off as he boarded the plane that would fly him out of the country. "Your dream has always been to live a decadent life in Las Noira, no? I'll make your wish a reality. There are five million dollars in your account. It should be more than enough for you. If you're good enough, you can lead a comfortable and lavish lifestyle with five million dollars. But if you mess up—" Ethan interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. He glared at me and hissed, "I won't mess up! Just you wait. I'm going to turn these five million dollars into 50 million dollars! And then I'll turn it into 500 million dollars!

The one and only. My maids are by my side dressing me up. And complimenting me as always. "My lady you look stunning." "Yes, my lady you are gonna rock the party tonight." I am getting impatient, l quickly stand and walk to the mirror. Looking at myself brings some happiness within me. I touch my face feeling the softness and how slippery it has become after the makeover Moving on to my brown eyes that are sparkling from the light. I touch my wavy peach hair that falls to my back with care. Removing every knot. I looked at my lips that were glowing from the gloss.

"News? What news. Oh, right! This Sunday, my band, Aftershock, will be hosting auditions for a new lead guitarist. Auditions start at two and end at six. So be there or be square. Also, my girl Emma will be there signing autographs. Bring your own food. We hope to see you all there! And see you later." The camera is still rolling as Hunter kisses me. Hearts and smiley faces like and comment on our live stream. It's exhausting to keep up appearances. But in a world of perfect, that's how it is. Every step matters and every strand of hair needs to know its place. I stop the live stream, and the dream life comes to an end. I wish I were the girl I pretend to be. If I were truly perfect, then th