가짜 사랑 Novels & Stories

Something irreparable, but coverable: with smiles, with pretty looks, with good gestures. She doesn't lie, she hides the truth. She doesn't say anything, and she yells a lot in complete silence. She is the absolute image of the controversy. The good, which must be bad by nature. The beautiful thing, that it is completely broken. The strength, which has weaknesses. The quiet girl with books and loud music, who goes out to a party to get high. The promiscuity, that she does not like to kiss. The life that is not real. The life that is invented. The life that must be lived out of obligation. The fake life she invented in her dreams to survive.

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.

I asked, almost losing my self-control while Charles struggled with his response. “I was so foolish to think you would love me. We accidentally had a one-night stand, and we did one too in Hawaii, thinking that's the best way to show you love, and all you could do was dump me. I gave you my body, for crying out loud, and this was what you could repay me with.” I screamed, almost losing my sanity, and my heart was feeling weak, and it hurt. I've gotten so deep and buried in these emotions that I couldn't realize that it was all a facade, deception, and lies. “No, it's not what you think

I could tolerate that his love was a pretense because the assistance he rendered was absolutely authentic, and my gratitude for him was boundless. I suddenly felt a crushing, sharp ache in my chest that tore me from my painful memories. I clutched at my chest, fully aware that the system was draining away my life force. I then murmured to myself, with an uncanny calmness, "I suppose with the antagonist dying now, everyone in this world will be happy about that." Henry could finally stop living in dread, constantly afraid that I would become vengeful and hurt the woman he cherished. He would no longer be required to sacrifice his whole life, maintaining a false, deceitful marriage with a woma

I was so confused why he was sharing it with me but then, like a puzzle piece clicking into place, it hit me. "Is this why you want me to disguise as her because I look like her?" I seriously asked. Timothee nodded, "Yes, Malia. You exactly just look like her and we need your help to save my crumbling company and Bianca's modeling legacy. We were supposed to get married to save each other's back but then this happened." My head was spinning. I can't take on someone's identity. Pretending to be someone I'm not? It felt wrong like I was stealing a part of her life.

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

🍹🍹Flashback when Nicklaus Hugged Morgana🍹🍹 "I know you want to tear them apart right now but not now, they still have the power to kill anyone in that cage and are immortal... I think I have a plan to deceive them but another plan B on this Min Ho, I can hear her heartbeat, she's afraid, she doesn't like what she's doing...could we uninstall the love files we downloaded for some minutes ". Nicklaus whispered quickly into her ear. " After you, my love ". Morgana whispered back and they took few steps away from each other as their smiles turned to frown.

Why is she so hurt by this? Song for the moment -Grace by Lewis Capaldi

The feeling of his lips on the back of her hand. Her cheeks burned at the memory, and she buried her face in her hands, letting out a muffled groan. Then she dropped sideways onto the couch, curling into herself like someone trying to disappear. “This is insane,” she muttered into the cushions. None of it felt real. Reagan. Liking her. And on top of that, he even offered to be her fake lover—fake lover! What kind of guy says that so casually and with so much... sincerity? It didn’t make sense.