The One With The Fake Monica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Jennifer never existed. Monica Reyes worked for me but we never had an affair. Someone manufactured that entire story." "How do you know?" "Because Monica's gay and married. Has been for fifteen years. She called me this morning, furious that her name was being dragged into this." "So Aiden mixed truth with lies." "He always does. Makes it impossible to disprove everything." Jamie pocketed his phone. "But there's something else. The arrest warrant isn't real." "What?" "I grabbed it from the officer's hand before they saw it was fake. It's a forgery. Good enough to fool security cameras but not detailed enough to hold up under scrutiny."

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

"You should see the look on your face. I've been wanting to see that for a long time now. So hopeless. " She pecked him on the lips. "I'm sure we can all agree Ronan is a great actor, right?. He tricked you for six years whispering sweet nothings to you. "A grin foamed on her lips. "And you believed,How stupid. I forgot you were always naive " My throat burned as I spoke."Why? Why would you do this? " Monica let out a little delighted laugh. "Don't you get it? Whatever you think existed between you two was all a game. You were just a toy, easy to use "She tilted her head, her eyes glistening with mockery. "And just as easy to trash. "

"Apparently, Boss, none of her information is real. The address she listed does not exist. The references were faked. Her social security number belongs to someone else. There is no trace of her anywhere." "She cannot just disappear into thin air!" Grayson yelled. "She worked here for weeks. Someone must have seen something. Someone must know something." "We are still investigating, sir. But whoever Monica V really is, she covered her tracks well." Grayson hung up and threw his phone onto the couch. It bounced once and landed on the floor but he did not care. It has been a long month since the incident and Monica V has not been found anywhere. Grayson has handled the media and has cleared Sh

Now, there was no need to be afraid again. "Wow mom, I can't believe this." Rachel said."I didn't even know it was stupid old Laura." "Me neither," Monica said. Her face was heavily packed with makeup making her look creepy with red lips and constructed contours made her look like a man with makeup. "What is this poor thing doing here? Is this where you hid after destroying my son's life?"

“Those two are a perfect match—both scumbags! Don’t waste your energy on them! “Oh, and guess what? Lucas actually called me to say he made seafood boil! I’ve told him at least a thousand times I’m allergic to seafood! And I broke up with him. Is there something wrong with him?” I laughed. “He just doesn’t care. He’s never paid attention. If it were someone else, you’d see the difference.” Monica sighed in agreement. “Yeah, forget him. Not worth talking about.” Then, she pulled out her tablet to show me a video. “Hey, I’ve been watching this really funny TikToker lately. He goes around interviewing random people and gives them all kinds of crazy-flavored gummy bears. It’s hilarious!” She qui

I get it, most of the people here are models, actresses, actors, popular and wealthy businessmen and women and I don’t fit into any of the categories. “This is my best friend, Robyn. My plus one.” “Right. I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Lenore.” “Nice to meet you.” “The pleasure is all mine.” She gives me a fake smile. What a bitch. “Have fun.” Lenore waves at Monique and walks away. “What a phony,” I mutter. “Yeah, I fucking hate that bitch.” Monique says as she expels her breath. “You wanna go grab a drink?”

Oliver was on the couch, scrolling through his phone, while Lucas and Diana worked on their laptops. “Alright,” Adrian said finally. “Let’s go over this one more time.” Oliver sat up, tossing his phone onto the table. “We leak the fake information that we’ve found proof of financial fraud within Monica’s company. We make it seem like we’re about to go public with it.” Lucas nodded. “If she believes we have something that can take her down, she’ll react. Either she’ll try to buy us off or she’ll move to protect whatever she’s hiding.”

After a while she noticed the cashier whispering to her colleague while showing her the money. Monica chortled "I know.... I know..., you haven't seen such huge amount if money before in cash, don't worry I have lots of them, I am so rich." The cashier stood up looking more worried and disturbed "where did you get this money from ma'am?" Monica gasped "what silly question is that?" The cashier took a glance at her colleague who also stood up. "Your money is fake ma'am" the other cashier said. Monica grew very angry "are you nuts!"

“You look upset. Is everything okay? I can only imagine how exhausting it must be—constantly being the underdog." I could barely rein in my hostility. “What is it to you, Claire?” “Well, I just happened to hear something interesting.” She furrowed her brows, feigning deep thought as she sauntered closer. “Something about a fake wife. Is that what you are to Leon? A dirty, cheap, hollow, pathetic lie he’s hiding away?” Her words slapped me like an ice brick. Shock, disbelief, and anger swirling together in a storm I couldn't control. For a moment, I was frozen, then I bit out. "You..."