The One With The Fake Monica Novels & Stories

It wasn't until Simone softly patted my hand that I saw I was unconsciously gripping the end of her long brown top, tight enough to tear a hole in it. Doubts in Calculus? Why don't you meet me up that cliff a few hours away and I solve them for you? The best solution would be pushing you off the cliff, no doubts whatsoever. "Uh." Colton cleared his throat. "Monica meet my girlfriend." He pointed at me. "Racheal and uh Racheal this is-" "I know." I cut him off. I titled my head, facing Monica who was giving me the best fake smile ever, I promptly reverted the action.

I don't want to hear the sultry voice on the other end of the line, but there is another I'd prefer. I sigh. I don't want her to know anything's off, though. I can't bring myself to talk about what happened today. I want a normal, happy call from my ever- cheerful mom. Pulling up her contact, I plaster a fake smile on my face, hoping it'll resonate in my voice. She picks up on the second ring. "Hi, sweetie." "Hey," I say brightly. "How's it going? How'd the interview go?" I put her on speaker and pick at the sides of my nails, preparing myself

All Monica could think of was the time she spent with Williams and all the trauma sge had gone through the past 9 months. “You clearly do not want me to father this child. Why don't you just tell them who the father is” Monica's new fiance angrily said. “Tell me, what really happened between the both of you that is so bad to the extent of not being able to call him” he asked her as he closed the room door. “I faked my death, I did not want him around me or my child after what he did. So I faked my death. That means I cannot go back to him for anything” Monica gently said as she stood off the bed.

He saw me as nothing but an obstacle to his true love, desperate to be free of me. His friends immediately offered suggestions. Until one proposed an idea that had everyone eagerly anticipating the outcome. "I've got the perfect plan—Travis, you fake your death at the wedding. We'll livestream it and watch her break down completely, crying her eyes out!" After saying this, the person seemed to realize they'd gone too far and stopped talking.

The fluorescent light in Helena Duarte’s office felt colder than usual that early morning. On her desk, the bluish glow of three monitors illuminated her face, revealing dark circles that not even the most expensive concealer could hide the next day. In front of her, a cascade of red notifications signaled the imminent collapse of her supply chain. The report that Ricardo, her CFO, had left before leaving—with shoulders slumped under the weight of pessimism—was a death sentence in P*F format.

He stood, squeezing my shoulder. “Don’t move.”Before I could protest, he stepped outside the lounge, leaving me alone with Monroe. Monroe leaned forward,eyes narrowing.“Cut the bullshit Asia,I know this is fake.” “You? Engaged to Gregory Eden? Please,you're still the same broke girl I dumped years ago.” I stood up fast, heart pounding. “You don’t know anything about my life now.” He stood too, moving quicker than I expected,then he grabbed my wrist, yanking me closer.

Monica, who had been listening quietly this whole time, suddenly leaned her head back against the couch. “Hold on,” she muttered. Her tired eyes narrowed toward me. “So you’re telling me I accidentally became the test subject for your magical Luna powers?” The room burst into laughter again. Even Monica looked half serious while saying it. I laughed softly. “Well... maybe a little.” “I’m serious,” Monica grumbled. “I came in here ready to fight everyone.” “And somehow now I just want to sleep for three business days.” “That’s exactly what’s suspicious,” Mona teased immediately. “You calmed down way too fast.”

“To know Gabe, you need to know about Monica.” The name wasn’t unfamiliar… Oh, right… the second mistress. But if Rarith wasn’t real, was Monica also hired? “Did you pay someone to play her too?” I looked at Gabe. “When’s she showing up? For dinner? And the watch… wasn’t it from your mom?”

But I know she can't see me as my car windows are tinted. I saw disappointment on Melvin's face and guessed her answer. But soon he was stopped by her. Then after a brief conversation, Melvin came and informed me that she agreed. I kept a straight face as if it doesn't matter. But I was relieved that she agreed. Otherwise, I will be doomed in front of Grandpa. Melvin was checking the documents, while he said I can sit inside the office to quickly do the procedures. I agreed as I have already wasted enough precious time for today. When I stepped out unknowingly my eyes took a glimpse of her again. our eyes got locked, but as she could not bear my intimidating stare she looked down. And a smal

"Bertha! You're trying to deceive me, right? These are earrings made of fake rubies, not real rubies. You said you wanted to thank me for helping you, and now you bring a pair of fake ruby earrings to give to me? Bertha! It seems like you've looked down on me too much, right?" Monica is a person who loves expensive jewelry, she owns many necklaces made of diamonds and different gemstones, so she can distinguish real rubies with just a glance. Fake rubies. Bertha dared to use fake rubies to deceive her. Monica was really angry. Bertha heard Monica's scolding, and her face became worried. However, Bertha still tried to deny what Monica said, Bertha said.