Fake Death

My wife was a surgeon. She saved plenty of lives in her career. However, the only person she failed to save was me. When I was involved in an accident with her long-time crush, she immediately saved him instead. I had been dead for three months, and that was when she realized the person who had been messaging her during this time was not me and started to panic.

Julien Tedd was a married man man in his 30s, an actor and a billionaire CEO of PAXTON Trades which was in Delta. He was a fake husband with grey eyes and a vexed face. Who loves money than anything. "Our marriage was like a contract basis. We would act on his role. I found myself fond of his dominant side. His black hair was perfect with those thin glasses which read thousands of newspapers or faces of other ladies. Wait! Other ladies? His one of the hobbies was to impress other ladies while doing his job." Sighed Monica, his fake wife. Two enemies bonded with nothing but a piece of paper that held their fake aggreement. But wait, what was the need to have a fake marriage? My marriage was fake. Very fake. Made-up in my mind that we would somehow fit with each other nagging, fighting being disloyal and bad-mouthing for everything.

They told me an alpha’s daughter must choose a man to take the rank and position of Alpha of her pack. Why? They said I was too fierce, too headstrong, that this was my father's last wish. Was it? They picked out potential partners and pushed their top choice forward.They said he's the best man for the job. Was he? Lies. In this labyrinth of deceit and manipulation, a twisted game of power and betrayal is at play. They think I have nothing but they're wrong. I have two men ready to stand by my side. Julian Knight, my bodyguard. A man they don't realise is ready to d!e for me. And Quade Steele, the Lycan King. A man as dangerously powerful as he is handsome, offers me his partnership. I know he has his own agenda, but what is it? I'll pay any price for revenge because I am the very storm that will destroy them all. I’ll reclaim what’s mine, turn the world on its axis, and become the ultimate master of the very game created to ruin me. My name is Layla Blackwell and I'm nobody's b!tch.

At the wedding, I immediately recognized that the woman under the veil wasn't Selene, but an impostor. But I still went through with the ceremony as if nothing was wrong. In my previous life, Selene had been forced to return and complete the wedding with me after I exposed the fake bride in front of everyone. That very night, however, her childhood sweetheart was rushed to the ICU with acute alcohol poisoning. When Selene heard the news, she didn't shed a tear. Instead, she cursed him, saying he got what he deserved. … After we married, Selene and I appeared to be a loving couple on the surface. I kept funneling money from my family to save her family business from collapse. But on our first anniversary, my wife—with not even a sliver of warmth in her eyes—tied me to a helicopter with her own hands. "If you hadn't forced me to come back and marry you that day, Chase wouldn't have ended up like that," she snarled. "What right do you have to live so happily? I'll make sure you feel the pain he went through before he died." She threw me from ten thousand yards up, and I hit the ground as nothing more than a broken heap of flesh. So, this time, I pretended to know nothing and went through with the wedding alongside the fake bride. I wanted to see just how Selene would manage to save the crumbling Liraine Co. without the Schreiber family's support.

เป็นเพื่อนเล่นกันมาสิบปี อยากลองเล่นเพื่อนดูสักที “ฉันจะเอาเธอทุกคืน”

In my previous life, my husband suffered a sudden brain hemorrhage and died instantly in his office. When I arrived at the hospital, all that awaited me was his lifeless body. Overwhelmed with grief, I coughed up blood and was bedridden ever since. On my deathbed, I happened to see a news report—my husband had won a $15 million lottery. Standing beside him at the prize ceremony was none other than my best friend. The shock killed me on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband had just died.

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."

"Skylar, here's a hundred for the breakup. Don't crawl back." Mack flung the bill at my face like he was doing charity work. "Winona's the Frostmoon Pack's Beta's daughter. She'll save me twenty years of hustle. You? Still drowning in student loans." I eyed Winona's designer bag—logo halfway printed like it gave up mid-stitch. "You're sure this is a breakup?" "Locked in. Engagement party's tonight at Lunara Estate. You can crash if you want a pity plate. Might be your only shot inside." Door slammed. I turned to the hot wolf crouched by the ditch, mid-bite on a rabbit leg. "Hundred bucks. I'm renting you for two hours." He arched a brow, blood slick on his lips. "That's cute. But for that price? You're barely getting a paw."

When you, a nerd, get stood up by your ex and wait all night in a bar on New Year's EveThat's when you meet the hottest hockey team captain who asked you to pretend to be his date so he could dump his latest girlfriend.When you're being pestered by your ex to get back together, he shows up and tells your ex to fuck off.Your ex says, I know this is just a deal and you can't possibly like her.He (kisses you in front of everyone): Deal, Like this?

Ever since her family went bankrupt, work is all Florence does to help out at home. But when she meets Scott Lee, a rich and handsome CEO, everything changes. Although gentle and romantic, Scott doesn’t believe in marriage. But when his grandfather warns him of the need to have an heir to carry on their legacy, Scott gets worried about the company falling into the wrong hands. Unable to stay away from Florence, he thinks the only way he can agree to his grandpa’s plan is if he marries her and proposes a deal: get married for the sake of their families and divorce after he gets the company. Florence accepts but falling in love wasn’t in the script. Now, she needs to control her feelings while pretending to be the perfect wife and remain safe as Scott’s enemies go after her. *** “I want you to go on a date with me.” “Why me?” “What kind of question is that? Why you? Why not you?” Falling for my Fake Husband is created by Rafaella Dutra, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.