가짜 사랑 Novels & Stories

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

This was it- the contract, the one she needed to save her son’s life. Unconsciously, she couldn’t help but giggle as she read the rules of their fake relationship, as well as the detail he added about how they build the said relationship. It was almost ridiculous, how perfectly every detail was written. She knew, without a doubt, that this was the beginning of something truly unpredictable.

"You're disgusting! Get out of my way!" He hadn't expected me to curse him out, and his face darkened instantly. Without hesitation, I shoved him aside, took Jordan's hand, and headed straight out. Livio froze, staring as we walked away. Then he exploded. "Diane Ward, this is pathetic! You really think faking a marriage will force my hand?" "Fake marriage?" I snorted. "Whatever you say." His lips pressed into a thin line. "This has gone far enough! It was just a dumb bet. Do you have to make a fool of yourself like this?"

"I don't know. But I'd like to find out." His smile is like a sunrise after the longest night. Sometimes the best love stories aren't about pretending to be someone else. They're about finally being brave enough to be yourself.

Talon gave me a look, before they brought him into a room, and I was in another where they had an ultrasound machine ready. Carter was at my side, holding my hand. “How did this even happen?” He asked. “We were out, and came home and they broke in. I don’t know what happened, but I was thrown down with her on top of me.” He looked at me with concern, squeezing my hand before he placed a kiss on my forehead. “Why were you both out so late?” He asked. But I knew that I couldn’t tell him that truth, so I went to half the truth. “He wanted to show me what I’ve been missing all the years I was captive. So, we went to some pajama club. We gambled and that’s about it. He’s a good friend.” I said tr

he begged and I nodded I don't know what he really want to say. He came closer to me and sat on my bed.. "please promise me"he begged again Like seriously!! "OK since you don't trust me let's make a deal, if I get mad you'll slap me back to earth"i said "slap you? "he asked "yeah slap me"i said "hmm, deal"he said "talk already "I yelled This is not me, am really changing all because of Jace. "I would first like to apologize for making you pass through all this headache "he paused

“Starla… I’m here.” His voice trembled. “I’m sorry, Starla. I lied to you.” He closed his eyes, memories of her laughter, her warmth, her smile flashing through his mind. “The truth is… I fell in love with you a long time ago. I never just saw you as my niece.” His chest tightened as he whispered, “Wendy was never my fiancée. The wedding, the photos—it was all fake. “I don’t love her. The only person I’ve ever loved… is you.”

“Nina, please don’t leave me. “I’m truly sorry. Remember those eight years? Didn’t I take care of you? Wasn’t I good to you?” I could not deny his past kindness. He always remembered how I liked my food. But that meant nothing. Anyone could do that. Even his love was fake. I scoffed. “You mean that hypocritical love of yours? Do you think losing an arm can bring Ella back?” He fell silent before begging desperately again. “Nina, I’m sorry. I’ve failed you. Please give me another chance.

“Well, he’ll do it either way, so what do you have to lose? Perhaps he might surprise you by telling you he feels the same way.” Florence highly doubted it, even though she desperately wished it was true. There was no way Scott faked his feelings the entire time they were together on their honeymoon. There was no way he was that attentive, kind, and passionate toward each woman he slept with or took on a vacation. Florence wanted so hard to believe she was different to him. That he had never felt that way with anyone else. That he treated her differently. If not, how could she explain to herself how he made her feel? Should she believe that he was able to trick her into believing he cared fo