The Love Is Fake The Hate Is Real Shirt นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“A job?” “Yeah. It’s temporary. But… We need someone who can pull it off. It’s for the company. You pretend to date someone. Just a show. In and out.” Liam stared. “Fake dating? Are you joking?” Kant crossed his arms. “You’ve done worse for money.” Liam’s eyes flared with disbelief. “That was years ago; I’m not that person anymore.” Kant shrugged. “Fine, then I'll find another person; just say no.”

I instinctively began apologizing, even as his face turned darker with every word i spit out. "Sure, go ahead." He said darkly, my heart stopped for a second. "What?" "Go ahead and replace the shirt, but i Will have you know that this is a limited edition new Cismst shirt, it was sown by the renowned Italian fashion designer, you should know that." Boom.

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?

And I’d rather be hated for being real than loved for a lie. Let them whisper. Let John hate me. Let the pack pretend I’m the villain. At least I’ll never be her.

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓 ? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 🤭

No more paperwork. No more pretending. Only love.

“You’re infuriating.” He winked. “You love it.” The following day, I stared at the shirt on the bed, my stomach churning with disgust. It was hideous, a tie-dye material splattered with Byron’s face and the party’s emblem in bold red and yellow. The print looked like it had been made by someone who hated art and fashion. I had to pair it with black pants, which made the outfit look even worse. I sighed heavily, knowing I didn’t have a choice. Pretending was my life now; today, like every other day, I had to wear the mask and play the part.

You of all people should know me very well, you should know full well the fact that I am not the type that fool people I tell the f****** truth at every f****** time. And you know fully well that I will never learn to deceive you, that's why I made it known to you that I I'm not interested in you and never was interested, I was only with you all along because I haven't found true love and no one could deny that fact, True Love doesn't lays in sexuality or having sex with someone, show love lies in being able to find that one who makes your heart beat really fast, and makes your heart feels like it's about to tear apart it makes it pounds and never stop beating,

No more excuses. And if I'm going to be a better, stronger person, I can start by sucking it up and dealing with these T-shirts already. Even if every time I see that stupid embroidered "Huntington Manor" logo I feel like I'm being stabbed in the gut. I get to work, making my way through an entire pile of hot pink shirts and half a pile of the electric purple ones before I find my gaze drifting back over to Ward.

“I'm sure of that, and once you had it, I'm sure you'll be addicted of it." "Oh really!" I threw a t-shirt on his chest. "Take that one." Then I took the female T-shirt partnered with his. I thought you hated being sweet Athena? What am I doing now? I'm about to buy us a couple's shirt which is a prime example of sweetness. I guess I'm just curious what it feels like to wear a couple shirt. Even though I fail to see the actual sense of it... Does it just make you sick?