Signs Of Fake Love Novels & Stories

"It was an arrangement between families. It was never about love. It was business. I agreed because it benefited everyone." I couldn't feel my legs anymore. "And you still let me believe Jason married me because he loved me?" Richard looked completely calm. "Feelings were never part of this." I slowly turned toward Jason. "Is that true?" Jason lowered his eyes. "Maybe." Victoria finally reached for my hand. "Aria..." I pulled away immediately. "Don't touch me." She looked hurt. "You'll understand one day." "I hope I never do." I replied. Lila wiped her tears. "I really love Jason." I looked at her "And I loved you."

The way she says it—controlled but honest, steady but not hollow—confuses me. Where the hell did she learn to fake it this well? Or worse—what if she’s not faking it? I study her face as she speaks. Every word feels like it's coming from the middle of her chest. And maybe it is. Her voice doesn’t wobble once. No hesitation. Just sincerity pouring out like she’s lived these promises before. By the time she says, “I love you more than words can express,” something in me slips. It’s believable. To a fault, even. Her lips curl in a smile –a smile only I know is fake. Fake and forced.

“Nina, please don’t leave me. “I’m truly sorry. Remember those eight years? Didn’t I take care of you? Wasn’t I good to you?” I could not deny his past kindness. He always remembered how I liked my food. But that meant nothing. Anyone could do that. Even his love was fake. I scoffed. “You mean that hypocritical love of yours? Do you think losing an arm can bring Ella back?” He fell silent before begging desperately again. “Nina, I’m sorry. I’ve failed you. Please give me another chance.

"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?"

Though they’re both adults, they still manage to keep the child inside them alive. As I was laughing, my eyes took a look at my mate. He was very handsome and unique. I’m sure that any female can fall for his charm instantly, including his mate. The real one, not me. Just as I started thinking about it that way, reality hit me in the face. Though it was nice to forget about the whole fake mate bond thing. From a happy woman, my mood swings to an unhappy creature. I mean, the man that I love is not mine. All our memories were fake, our moments were also fake, the love that was between us is also fake.

He immediately stopped assaulting Ariel’s lips and backed away reluctantly. “Isn’t that what Leonel and his fake girlfriend did to deceive us? They put on a show, exchanging saliva and making public displays of affection, pretending to be in love. How low and desperate can one get, especially coming from someone who claims to be confident in love to run the company?”

"Aren't you darling?" "I love you!" "That means you love me!" "Huh! You're so PD!" "Try kissing me!" "Humph! Don't take advantage of adversity!" Ilona protested. "You don't dare, do you! Even though during the wedding ceremony we will kiss!" Eldrian emphasized. "Yeah I know, but we can pretend to kiss!" "Pretend?" "Yes! Do you know the fake kiss scene in the drama film Love And Angel?" "No!" "So it's like this when the male actor kisses the female actor he slides his finger between his lips, like this!" said Ilona while placing her thumb on her lips.

"Shhh, none of that. I was wrong too; I should have said something back instead of leaving the way I did." "No. I don't want you to say you love me back; I don't want you to fake that." I said, and he nodded in understanding. We both knew that he might never say those words. It was okay—that's what I say to myself—but no, it wasn't. I knew I was doomed. The moment I agreed to let him fake his love, I was falling deeper because he was so damn good at that, and it scared me. Sometimes I pick up changes in him, those tiny changes, and I hold onto them, letting myself forget that he was too good an actor. I was desperate. Desperate for his touch, to be loved, and for everything that he couldn't

In the evening, she went to talk to Kevin. "What is the meaning of this?" Tianna asked. "It's just flowers," Kevin replied "innocently". "No, we're just pretending to be in love. You don't need to send me flowers at all!" Tianna said. "Who says we don't have to gift flowers when we fake it?" Kevin said confidently, "It's because we're a fake couple, we don't usually look like we're in love. That's why we need to send flowers to make it more believable."

I muttered the words dryly hoping that the sarcasm would cover up the faint tremor in my voice He did not move. Rather his fingers made a barely noticeable flexing motion against the silk. He glinted with a familiar enraged mischief in his blue eyes which always seemed to have a storm lurking beneath the surface. “Remember our agreement states that we are meant to be lovers.” “ Fake lovers,” I corrected in a stern voice. “FAKE, Joachim, it’s important to emphasize. The whole basis of this arrangement is fake.” Joachim raised one flawless brow. “I don't think it's that necessary to emphasize.”