Teresa Fidalgo Is Real Or Fake นิยาย & เรื่องราว

@GossipGoddess: “He’s never been spotted with a woman before. Ever.” @BillionaireWatch: “She’s clearly pregnant.” @SocietySnitch: “My cousin saw them arguing in Milan last month. #SoftLaunchFails” I groan into my pillow. I’m not pregnant, and I’ve never been to Milan. Let’s see what Instaglam has to say. There are over 900 DMs. Some are congratulatory. Some are... colourful. One just says “Liar.”

“You really love that word for someone who’s never had to spell it.” His eyes finally met mine. Heat. Ice. Chaos. I swallowed and tried not to combust. “I was curious,” I said. “You never told me why you need a fake girlfriend.” “For a business deal.” I blinked. That was… honest? “What kind of deal?” He smiled lazily. “Curious, are we?” “Yes. I’m literally sitting in a car with a man I barely know, about to have dinner with his billionaire father. I think I deserve a few details.”

"Calm down. Let him answer." Nuno swallowed. His hand trembled as he pointed at Elena. No, not Elena - at the cell phone in Elena's hand. "All... all the instructions are from someone who... claims to be Damian Lancaster's wife." Elena squinted sharply. "Isabella?" Nuno nodded quickly. "Yes! Isabella! She paid me! All the fake accounts, manipulated videos, fake news about you are all from her!" Nuno replied fearfully. For a moment, a heavy silence hung.

"What I did was wrong. I'm sorry. I'm talking to you too, Isabella. I'm sorry." Isabella saw through the lie instantly. Teresa wasn't sorry one bit. If anything, she was tendering a fake apology, probably because she planned to do something and didn't want Antonio to suspect. "Sure, whatever." She replied and turned away. Teresa couldn't be trusted. Something was going to happen soon, and she had a bad feeling about it.

I asked, my heart racing. “I know my sudden call was too absurd. And I know you’d be so surprised that I am aware of your engagement with the Reynolds, but I am going to cut the chase because I feel that I must tell you this. You’re not going to believe this,” she said. “But there’s a leaked news going around that Sevi’s engagement with you is fake because you’re already married to Thiago Bermudez, his uncle.” My blood ran cold. “What? How? Who—”

She wasn't me—her face was different, harder—but from a distance, the resemblance was enough. "I just want to say," the fake Elena said, her voice carrying over the crowd, "that everything Natasha Winters said is true. I had no idea the baby I'm carrying was created through fraud. I had no idea Calloway Sterling manipulated my fertility treatment. And now I'm trapped in a marriage I never truly consented to." No. No, no, no. "That's not me!" I shouted at the screen. "That's not—" But the reporters didn't know that. They were eating it up, cameras flashing, microphones thrust forward.

Esperanza gazed directly into the camera in front of her, "If someone tries to defame me for nothing, I'll not sit back and wait for them to destroy me. AGAIN." The heaviness that one word, 'again', had silenced the crowd. Nobody dared to move. Nobody dared to ask any questions. They waited until she cleared her throat. "I've been told lies once, along with the world, but the world believed them while I suffered, alone." Her eyes moved to each camera, knowing Juliana must be watching her move. "Mrs Juliana Mendoza was the one who released the fake document right after my placement, but... It was Mr Carlos Mendoza who bribed the hospital to make the fake reports."

But sad to say, I’m ahead of their plan and I have my own plans too of leading them the wrong way. Good thing if you could still catched them but I’m so sure and rest assured that Dave Alcantara is real quick. They have already traced the exact location and planned the rescue operation to be headed by Marco Gonzalo. Ysabelle Fernandez, is an important guest and one of the official models of F & V Modeling Agency as well as the brand Ambassadress of Elite Organic Shampoo and Conditioner. While Marish Rafique is the lovely wife of Emmerson Rafique, one of the official Elite members.

She slowly took off her mask and asked me with a distant look in her eyes, "Don't you have questions to ask me?" "Yes, I got too many questions to ask. I don't know where to start at once." I thought for a moment and said, "But I didn't expect that Miss Teresa, would also do so many shameful things. Hire people to rape someone and send fake videos of another person. As a woman, don't you feel shameful?" "Well. If a video could make you disappear, I would be happy to post it." Teresa said with a sneer. "But Alina, have you ever thought why all your sisters hate you so much? You really like to snatch away men from others."

Teresa announced, though she didn't mind at all, that Daisy revealed her secret. “Of course I did, Teresa. And Dahlia isn't just anyone…. She's my little sis”. Daisy explained. Teresa was already feeling stressed out exchanging words with Daisy. She massaged her temple with her hand as she said to Daisy, “Anyways, I don't have the time to beat around the bush with you, Daisy”. “I'll go straight to the point. I'm Teresa, and I'm your lawyer”. Teresa added. “My- my lawyer?”. Daisy muttered in disbelief because what Teresa revealed to her was so unbelievable. She remembered Teresa to be an illegal miner owner.