Signs Of Fake Love Novels & Stories

“I wanted a fake relationship, not a fake marriage.” “Aren't they the same thing?” “No!” Infuriated, I hit him on his arm, but he barely flinched. Show off. “What do you want?!” “I want us to have a fake marriage. It's still a fake relationship; we won't get married.” “And what if someone suspects?” “The same excuse. Just for a few months, and then we are done. Besides, I already need all those fans off my back. If they find out that I am with someone already, they'll back off.”

"Truthfully? I think it's farcical and demeaning to everything we've built together. You've become an invaluable partner and friend. This whole fake relationship feels like a violation of the trust between us." I twisted my hands anxiously on the tabletop. "But I can't deny the potential consequences if we let this circus play out unchecked. So, I'm asking..." I took a deep breath. "Will you consider being my fake boyfriend, at least temporarily?" I finally broke eye contact, hoping against hope he'd agree to indulge this ludicrous notion. Chris was silent for a long moment before exhaling heavily. "You know I'd never jeopardize our work or your well-being, right?" His voice had taken on tha

Everything he had done in the dark was now exposed to the light of day. "Victoria, I know I've wronged you these past three years. I shouldn't have lied to you, but you have to trust me when I say I've long fallen for you and I love you…" he started, but I cut him off. "You think I would still believe you?" I asked, my voice trembling with contempt. "To be loved by you—it's an insult!" The mechanic's wife handed over the video, an irrefutable piece of evidence. And the transfer records further confirmed the financial exchanges between Zach and Kayla.

Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with someone on the front page. This behavior never suits my name." I really wanted to shout right at his face but he didn’t let me. His voice turned colder at

I could tolerate that his love was a pretense because the assistance he rendered was absolutely authentic, and my gratitude for him was boundless. I suddenly felt a crushing, sharp ache in my chest that tore me from my painful memories. I clutched at my chest, fully aware that the system was draining away my life force. I then murmured to myself, with an uncanny calmness, "I suppose with the antagonist dying now, everyone in this world will be happy about that." Henry could finally stop living in dread, constantly afraid that I would become vengeful and hurt the woman he cherished. He would no longer be required to sacrifice his whole life, maintaining a false, deceitful marriage with a woma

He said begging for love because he can't see the hatred in my eyes which is killing him inside. "You love me? Where did that come from? You never loved me. If you loved me you would never ask me sign those papers? And who I am to forgive you? And yeah please stop showing your fake love and I am fed up with that three words coming from your mouth which broke my heart everyday and stop showing your undying love to me," I replied with tears which flowing through my eyes. Did I just call his love fake? Fake love. Did I just I say I'm fed up with his love?

He caressed her cold, lifeless cheek with his hand, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment. "This isn't real. It's all fake. It has to be fake!" As if suddenly struck by a thought, he crawled frantically to my bedside, pulling away the white sheet that covered me. The moment he saw my lifeless face, he broke down completely. I had never seen him cry so desperately. Hunched over, his gaze lingered on Halle's face and mine, disbelief etched in his eyes. "How could this happen?" he murmured. "Wasn't it all supposed to be a lie?! Why weren't you lying to me?!

What does it matter, when it comes down to it, if her pretending to like me was all a ruse to secure her father’s release? At least she's attracted to me for real, I know that. I can hear her heart rate picking up. Feel her body heating up against me. Scent the perfume of her arousal. That’s real too. Thanks to our deal, her body will warm my bed every night, even if her heart stays cold. My imagination starts running wild. Thinking of how to turn this “fake” betrothal real. If it’s wealth she’s drawn to, I have plenty to give. I’ll lavish her with jewels and cars. Take her on trips. If money can buy it, she’ll have it.

It was becoming more and more difficult to remind a part of her that this was all fake. Why was he confusing her like this? Anyone who was watching them now would be fooled to think they were really in love and not strangers who had just met the day before. He was suspiciously so good at acting like they were in love. Even Jonah’s true confessions of love never felt as genuine as this fake one. It made her realize once again how terribly she had been treated in the past, how much she had missed. Maybe being dumped by Jonah wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

“We live together. We sleep in the same room. We hold hands when no one’s watching. And when she sends someone to spy on us—and she will—we give them a show they won’t forget.” Eden stood too, chest rising. “This wasn’t the deal.” He met her gaze. “You said hazard pay. I’m upping the hazard.” “What if I say no?” “Then you walk away. But if you do, she wins.” Eden stared at him. Her fingers clenched around the edge of the sofa. Then, slowly, she said: “Fine. But from now on, you don’t make decisions for me.” Cassian stepped closer. “Deal.” And just like that, the line between fake and real started to blur.