The One With The Fake Monica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Look closely, it’s obvious once you know what to look for.” I looked at her like she’s gone mad. “You expect me to believe that he faked these pictures and had all these people show up for our wedding, acting like they were his family? Why? Why would they do something so absurd?” I shook my head. “Jesus, Abby, you sound like some kind of crazy conspiracy theorist.” “McBain owns the Barrymore’s,” Grayson interjected. I’m stunned at hearing McBain’s name. I looked from Abigail to Grayson, trying to make sense of this madness. “What does McBain have to do with any of this?”

“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.”

Luckily, when I was looking for a part-time job, I entered a livestream that was giving away money, and I managed to grab enough to buy the tickets. [Thanks to that handsome streamer.] I attached a screenshot of Matt’s livestream. This time, the video’s traffic instantly doubled. The netizens were relentless. Through Matt’s livestream replay, they identified the “sugar mommy” from half of her arm. Following that lead, they caught the moment Wren returned to the villa and accidentally appeared on camera. [Disgusting. Wren is scamming her boyfriend while keeping a pretty boy on the side!] [This Matt knowingly being the other man and still acting so arrogant. No wonder Wren suddenly left. She r

I realized I had forgotten to block his contact completely. A new call came in. I hesitated. Then I answered. “Sylvia.” His voice was hoarse. “Where are you? Let me come to you. We need to talk.” “There is nothing to talk about. From the moment you completed your formal registration with her at City Hall, we were done. Do not contact me again.” The line was quiet for a second. “Sylvia. Six years. You will not even let me explain?” “Explain what? Why you gave me a fake mark while you registered with her as mates? Damon, why did you think I would wait forever?”

"I had no idea you cared so much about me, Mona. You casually transferred money out of my bank account and made a scene at my house. And now, you're saying my fiancé was abusing me? Why don't I seem to remember that ever happening?" I walked out slowly. The entire room erupted, and Mona's face turned deathly pale. "Laura, stop forcing yourself. We let you down. Please come back. There's still a place for you at home." I didn't respond. I simply projected all the evidence onto the big screen. Mona kept shaking her head. "These are fake!" she shrieked. But the evidence was solid. Public opinion flipped instantly. "Oh my god! She's the real monster!" "Someone like her deserves to go bankrupt!"

As I entered the room, I overheard Monica talking to someone on the phone, her voice filled with malicious delight. "Can you believe she thinks I'm her friend? It's too easy to manipulate her," Monica laughed, unaware of my presence just outside the door. I stood frozen, my heart sinking as I realized the truth. Monica, my supposed friend, was the mastermind behind all the torment I had endured. The revelation shattered my trust and left me feeling vulnerable and betrayed. Summoning the strength to confront Monica, I entered the room with a composed facade, hiding the hurt that gnawed at my insides. "Monica, we need to talk," I said calmly, my voice barely concealing the pain.

Unfazed, Monica drew upon her past love-making experiences, trying to coax Henry into a more intimate and cajolery embrace. "What's that, please, stop!" I don't want to brush my plips with you. Monica's playful demeanor belied a hidden agenda, as she sought to kindle a spark within Henry. Though she claimed her intentions were pure, her actions whispered otherwise. As she leaned in, her arms open wide, Henry sensed a subtle shift in her behavior. He instinctively recoiled, his instincts warning him of a trap. Monica, undeterred, relied on her experience to navigate this delicate dance, trying to disarm Henry with a gentle, persuasive touch.

" Yes. I want to save my father's dying company. I want to secure everything he worked so hard for and be independent just like you " The two women were already having a deep talk. Monica had informed Lena that she already knew she wasn't Denzel's fiancee. And Lena came clean. The two women were already bonding and Monica couldn't deny she was starting to like this fake future daughter in law of hers. " But... sometimes, I wonder if I can really do that. I barely know anything and I have my babies to take care of all by myself. How were you able to do it, ma? "

Alex's eyes narrowed, his gaze cold. "What do you want, Monica?" he asked gruffly, his voice laced with resentment. Monica fidgeted, her eyes darting around the room. "I need your help, Darren. I'm in a bit of a situation." Darren raised an eyebrow. "What kind of situation?" Monica took a deep breath, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I faked a pregnancy to keep my boyfriend, Chase, and now I need a baby ASAP. Adoption takes too long, so I need your help as an obstetrician... to get a baby."

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.