The One With The Fake Monica Novels & Stories

Alarms wailed, then the screen went black. The video ended. A suffocating silence seized the opulent hall and held it for more than ten seconds. Monica reacted first. "No, this isn't real!" she screamed, her voice sharp enough to shatter the stillness. She released Enzo's arm, the color draining from her face. The flawless composure she had maintained collapsed, leaving naked panic behind. "It's fake! This is fake!" she shrieked. "It's Sophia! That vicious woman fabricated this video to frame me! She wants to destroy my happiness!"

Russell slammed the phone in front of the man and said, "Then you can take a good look at what your goddess looks like!" Eric's eyes turned red, "No way, how could this happen? This video was synthesized!" Monica laughed, "It wasn't fake, it was real! You don't believe it, there's nothing I can do about it! Stupid, just a fool being used by others! Ha, haven't I been one too?"

Someone even fake moaned when I passed. I clenched my fists and kept walking. Head up. Face blank. Just breathe Monica. Then I heard Zoey’s voice, high-pitched and fake sweet like always. “You guys didn’t know? Oh my God, she totally hooked up with Gabriel to get Damian jealous for dumping her sorry not so virgin anymore ass. It’s like, does she want the whole bloodline or what?” Laughter erupted behind me. I didn’t turn around. I didn’t have to. I could imagine her stupid glossy lips curling into a smirk, her fake eyelashes batting like she was the star of a teen movie.

"Stop being dramatic." But I couldn't get up, I couldn't do anything but lie there on the cold floor while my vision dimmed. My cheek throbbed where he'd hit me, and I could feel warmth spreading across the floor beneath my head. Blood, probably, from whatever had reopened inside me. "Alex, I think something's wrong," Monica said, and for the first time, she actually sounded concerned. "She's not moving." "She's faking it." But Alex's voice wavered slightly. "She always does this for attention."

Lisa smiling in the kitchen while unknowingly burning pancakes. Lisa laughing in my room. Lisa falling asleep on my chest during winter nights after our wedding. I loved that version of her. I loved all of her. Even though I never truly showed her that I did….. or maybe I didn’t know I was inlove with her till brian came into the picture. But then… Monica. Her fake soft voice dripping poison. *“Remember who you work for now, Adrian.”* *“Remember who owns your image.”* *“One scandal, and your company falls.”

She looks great, her hair cut in a shaggy bob with a few braids woven through and peeking out the bottom, the same dimples framing her mischievous smile, and eyes that glitter with intelligence and bad ideas. She does a Mariah Carey impersonation with one hand to her ear and one waving through the air as she closes her eyes and sings, “Teaching these girls some karaokeeee favorites.” “That no one asked for,” a dry voice answers. Monica looks over to see a towering slender beauty with a domineering look and harsh, almost sharp features to both her face and her dress.

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

was Meghan's only response because she still didn't know if the man would return. Sabrina just nodded in response to Meghan's statement, knowing that she couldn't say that Meghan was still waiting for Marcus. "Let's play a game, just one game," Sabrina requested to Meghan because she still needed to learn the mechanics of the mobile game. Meghan laughed at Sabrina's request, as it seemed that Sabrina had the potential to become addicted to playing. "Well, who was your duo last night? Don't lie because I saw it in your history," Meghan warned Sabrina to tell the truth, as she wouldn't let it go until she heard the whole truth.

"Well, the thing is Zoey… my asshole father is blackmailing me into marriage. I won't have access to the family companies if I refuse. Thought he would change his mind eventually but he didn't. That night at Club Ace's, my intentions were pure. I only wanted to help you plus I somehow thought you looked familiar, so I came to talk to you. You know the rest, now here we are. I just forgot to…" "You forgot to what?" "To make you a deal," he starts to explain, cupping his hands out in front of him. My eyes follow his hand movements. "You would be my fake fiancée, and I will provide you with things indispensable for living within the time span I was given— a year. At the end of the time you'll g

" Miss Aria, We only got married on paper. I hope you can stop using these tricks to gain my attention. Yes, you finally got to marry me, congratulations, but please stop meddling in my life." What the fuck was he talking about? What kind of person did he think I am? I've never been humiliated like this in my life except last time at the wedding. Yes, I did record it but I never post it and the phone was still in my pocket. I picked up the phone and then threw it on the floor again. I sneered at him and reached for my phone. " I am not that kind of person and I don't play dirty tricks like this. I still have my phone here. And you...wait, Where's my phone?"