Three Years After I Faked My Own Death Novels & Stories

He said, “You don’t know how hard I’ve been having it! It’s been so tough faking it! I never liked studying or being all nerdy. I like sports and playing basketball. But to keep up the act of being physically weak, I had to suffer for thirty whole years! “When I found out that my horrible little brother died a few days ago, I was overjoyed! I’ve hated him since he was born. I’ve been doing everything I can to frame him since I was a kid. I wanted my parents to either beat him up so badly that he wouldn’t survive or send him away, but he still kept sticking around. “I heard his wife and kid both died. Well, good! I don’t have to pretend anymore. I can do whatever I want now. Come, let’s celeb

"How is that possible? She just stole our company and our house! How can she suddenly be dying? Is she just faking it? Is she trying to gain your sympathy and win you back? She was perfectly fine all along. This whole time, she has…" Her voice faltered abruptly as she recalled what I had to do after taking over the company. To earn the industry's respect, I'd gone to every business gathering, offering toasts and drinking myself silly. She thought about how I'd often gone without eating when I got busy. I'd even gone for three entire days without a meal once. There had been many occasions when I fainted from gastritis and had to be taken to the hospital, but I would end up leaving the hospita

I thought one more risk could buy us a new beginning. So I swallowed the drug. Five hours later, they gave me a prepaid debit card and sent me home. By the time I reached our basement apartment in Queens, pain was spreading through my lower back, and my mouth tasted like rust. I stopped outside the door, heard enough from Adrian’s phone call to understand everything, then covered my mouth as blood surged up my throat. My parents were alive. Liz was alive. The debt was fake. And the past five years had only been a punishment.

My older sister, Bianca, fled with her lover the night before she was supposed to marry Adrian Vescari. The marriage secured a truce between two Mafia families. If Bianca failed to appear, the Bellandis would lose the Commission’s protection—and might not survive the winter. Because Bianca and I looked almost identical, my father forced me into her wedding dress. Adrian recognized me the moment he lifted my veil. “You’re not Bianca.” I expected him to expose the deception. Instead, he said, “Since you’re already here, stay.” So I stayed for seven years. Adrian protected me, cared for me, and made me believe I was more than Bianca’s replacement. I gave up traveling with my camera and devoted

On the seventh day after my death, my family and fiancée, who were supposed to have died at sea, returned. They were chatting away happily, waiting to see me cry from fright at my brother's birthday prank. Two years before, my brother scattered crushed peanuts on my cake, causing me to be hospitalized from an allergic reaction. Last year, I broke my right arm when he scared me with a realistic-looking fake snake. My parents and my fiancée chided me, "You're a big man. Can't you take a joke?" For my birthday this year, I suggested that whole family celebrate it at sea, and for once, all of them agreed to it. However, the boat got into an accident, and I became the person who caused their d

Just days before our wedding, I was told that my fiancé, Matteo Ferrara, had died in a car crash. The car had been completely destroyed. The only thing his men recovered was a bloodstained diamond tiara. His father, the Don, pressed a pistol to my forehead and growled, “If Matteo hadn't been rushing to give you the tiara he designed himself, he would still be alive!” His adopted older sister, Isabella Ferrara, was at the Don's feet, playing a video of Matteo's last words as he sank into the sea. “Don! Matteo's last wish was for Layla to live! Please don't kill her. Let him rest in peace.” So I was locked in the Ferrara family's punishment room and made to kneel for 72 straight hours. They

And then abruptly, something changed. Kim shared a story about a guy she used to see from her old pack, some smooth-talker who could whip up a lie so convincing you’d believe it even after he stabbed you in the back. Zane joined in with a story about a dude who sent her “good morning” everyday for three weeks and never spoke to her again. “Three weeks?!” Kim gasped. “That’s like… enough time to fake your own death!” “I know, right?” Zane said, throwing her hands up. “And then he pops back like nothing happened, sending me a meme about… I don’t even remember. Something stupid.”

My father’s influence was what made it easy to manipulate the news and even get the police on our side so I can fake my death for an entire month. Travis told me about how Kian visited every police branch in the city and sometimes caused quite a scene. It was like that was Travis’s way of trying to tell me I could br wrong about Kian being the one who ordered my death but I ruled it off knowing Kian doesn’t care about me enough to do that. I made myself believe he only did all that to try to confirm that I was truly dead and out of his life. And I was right. One month after my fake death and he seems to have moved on just fine. I can’t help but look at him with so much resentment and I conti

I sighed. Arriving in front of Javier’s penthouse, I sighed as a nostalgic feeling filled my mind. We were so carefree before and then everything changed three years ago when I thought I was going to die. Or when I had died and returned to life. I don't know much about that day and the procedure that was performed but when I opened my eyes, happy to be alive, I stared into the most bottomless cold eyes ever and for three years I'd been living in hiding before they released me to be beside one of my most trusted people.

I had lots of money stacked up in my account and the first thing you did was get plastic surgery. Looking different made it way easier for me. I udp walk around amongst the crowd without having to worry about someone yelling out my name as the lady who had died and risen again.. I wasn't Christ it's not possible but then humans mentality and thought the world was a big ball of circles. They believed just about anything they heard or saw, I was miserable those few days. I spent lots of money and Tim, I had to fake reports and eventually fake death before I got a chance to take him out of prison.