Novel & Cerita The Invisible Girlfriend

“Follow me.” They walked in tense silence to the elevator, up to the second floor, and down a carpeted hallway. Anna stopped at Suite 306 and rang the bell. The door opened into darkness. “Go in,” Anna said. Vivian stepped inside, her pulse pounding. “Surprise!” Lights flared on. Voices cheered. Erick stepped forward with a massive bouquet of roses, the room decorated with flowers and a banner that read: Will you be my girlfriend? “I used to think love was a fairytale,” Erick began, his voice thick with emotion. “A game people played… until I met you, Vivian Howard. You’ve shown me love is real, and I’d be a fool to lose you. Will you be my girlfriend?”

Naomi was invisible in real life. She liked it that way. Classes, campus, coffee shop she existed in the background. She wore oversized sweaters, headphones tucked in, and her hair in a messy bun. Few people knew her name. Even fewer remembered her face. But online. She was someone else entirely. Behind her locked door, curtains drawn and fairy lights glowing, Naomi transformed into her alter ego: VioletNoir, a cam girl who wore nothing but lace and desire, watched by strangers who worshipped her every movement.

“Dean attends every party, even when he's sick. So does Maxine. Two peas in a pod, they’re made for each other.” And then entered Agnes—in full slow-mo. Lip gloss shining, heels clicking, and on the arm of Alien John. Beside her was Merissa. Agnes didn’t look at me. Not even a glance. Which was weird. And rude. And not what girlfriends do. Jake nudged me. “Still think staying home would’ve been better?” “Ask me again when I’m not staring at my ex and my girlfriend pretending I’m invisible.” We found a quiet corner near the window, which felt like a tiny island away from the madness.

“Funny, because I do not recall you being there to touch up your lipstick. No. You were hiding. And if anyone here paid attention tonight, they would know exactly what you were hiding from.” For the first time, her mask cracked. Her pupils flickered. Small. Quick. But I saw it. The whispers sharpened, curious now. Vincent’s voice cut through, low and clipped. “That’s enough.” Sarah snapped her gaze to him, her tone tightening. “What’s enough is her pretending she belongs here. She does not. She is—” “She’s my girlfriend.” The words dropped like a stone in water. The air fractured. Gasps. Forks clattered. Heads turned.

Her heels clicked authoritatively against the marble floor, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, and her sunglasses perched on her head like she owned the place. Ivy straightened slowly, confused. The maids paused what they were doing, exchanging looks of surprise. “Um… can I help you?” Ivy asked, her voice uncertain. The woman didn’t even blink. With a slow, confident smile, she pulled off her sunglasses and let her eyes scan the room before landing on Ivy. “You must be the house girl ” Ivy blinked. “Excuse me?” The woman dropped her bags with a soft thud and extended a perfectly manicured hand. “I’m Anastasia, Damon’s girlfriend ”

"Mom, my roommates are all really clean. Why would you hide something like this here? Are you trying to attract rats?" Before I could respond, her roommates came back from class. The second they stepped inside, they pinched their noses, their faces full of disgust. In less than two minutes, they found everything I had hidden. "Mrs. Dolton, we respect you. Please show us the same respect, okay?" "If you want to stay and take care of Elise, then don't bring stuff like this back here again." My scalp prickled. What the hell was going on? They couldn't smell that overwhelming stench, but they could smell smoked mackerel that hadn't even been opened?

“What the hell did he mean, you’re stuck with him? Sis, you’re not stuck. You can leave his ass anytime.” Fatima eased her down into a chair and handed her a bottle of water. “‘I’m the only one who can make an honest woman out of you,’” Madelyn mocked, rolling her eyes. “When the fuck did he do that?” Yes, Madelyn cursed. A lot. “Please calm down,” Fatima said softly, sitting across from her. “I am calm.” Madelyn took a sip. “I just don’t understand. Does he always talk to you like that? Is that why you’ve been in an invisible marriage all this time?”

she answered, quiet but clear enough to carry. "Correct." The teacher nodded. “Damn. The ghost speaks." Someone a few seats over said it just loud enough to carry, followed by a ripple of laughter through that side of the room. "Alright, let's be kind," the teacher said without much heat, already flipping to the next chart. "The invisible girl might start thinking she's interesting now," someone else added, and the laughter picked back up, louder this time, spreading a row further than it had before. Ricky laughed along with the rest of them from beside Cole, and I turned my head toward him, somehow irritated.

My guards were struggling to hold the barricades, pushing back against the desperate journalists who were hungry for the blood of a fallen king. I opened my mouth to speak. I wanted to command them to step back, to use my Alpha voice to silence them but my throat closed up. I looked at the sea of flashing cameras and shouting reporters. I had spent three years crafting the image of a flawless, untouchable visionary. And in the span of a single hour, the invisible girl I had kept hidden in the shadows had shattered my illusion. I had no idea what to do.

“You notice that immediately, but you never saw me crying myself to sleep every night? You never saw how invisible I was to everyone… including you?” The room felt smaller, the whole house deathly silent. The wet hoodie clung coldly to my skin. My knees wobbled. “I just wanted to be a normal teenager for once,” I whispered, trembling. “To have friends. To have someone look at me like I matter instead of always being the quiet, invisible girl who disappears.” Mum opened her mouth, voice hoarse. “Anna, I… I didn’t know it was that bad. I thought—” “You thought wrong!” I cut her off, fresh tears falling. “You never looked close enough.”