Fake Scenarios

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.

Betrayed on her wedding day, Catherine flees the altar and has a passionate one night stand with a stranger. The next day, she finds out he's her boss. Worse is that everyone thinks they are married. Now, they have to go along with it without actually falling in love. But could they resist the temptation? With her ex intent on making her his again, and her boss cold personality and dark secrets, will they be able to let go of each other after the secrets are exposed?

Nang malaman ni Ysabela ang kaniyang pagbubuntis, takot at saya ang bumalot sa kaniyang puso. Hindi niya iyon inaasahan, lalo pa't alam niyang maaaring hindi matanggap ni Greig ang kaniyang pagbubuntis. Alam niyang maaaring mapawalang bisa ang kasal nila dahil simula't sapul ay peke lamang ito. Ano ang mangyayari kung biglang bumalik ang babaeng mahal nito? Ano ang magiging laban niya kay Natasha? Magagawa niya pa bang ipaglaban ang lalaki kung patuloy nitong pinipili ang dating kasintahan? O magpapaubaya na lang siya ng tuluyan?

Desperate to lose her virginity, Gracie, asks the new transferred boy out, the school nerd; Jason Drew. Well that's what she presumed, seeing the thick frame covering those eyes, that never left the books and the hand that never left the pens. He seemed like a perfect guy whom she could easily manipulate. Innocent and dumb. Seeing him so antisocial can mean only one thing right? That he has no experience in the field of sexual activity. Well at least that's what Gracie thought. But little did she know, innocence is far fetched from his dictionary. Nerd and innocent was never his thing. Never! The guy she just asked was a complete dominant and ruthless in bed, that can actually result in getting her on a wheelchair in a single night. "Sure, Gracie!" he said, "Meet you after the school." And the countdown begins...

"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."

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.

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?

She’s sunshine, glitter, and impulsive chaos. He’s suit-and-tie, headlines, and cold steel control. Together? Absolutely not... right? Jace Whitmore and Lily Thompson have *history*-the kind neither of them talks about, but both remember. She remembers him as the tall, egotistical jerk who kissed her stupid... then told her he wouldn’t touch her with a six-foot pole. RUDE. And infuriatingly unforgettable. He remembers her as the pint-sized menace who’s far too cute for his sanity. Her pout? Weaponized. That glitter obsession? Unbearable. Her... everything? Inexplicably addictive. And while she’s not his type (his type being supermodels with legs for days), his eyes, and maybe something else, never got that memo. He’s the reformed playboy now forced to run his family’s billion-dollar empire. She’s a glitter-wearing, bubble-blowing whirlwind of trouble who wants to get revenge on her ex. He’s the suit-clad face of responsibility. She’s the younger sister of his friend. And exactly no one thinks they should be within ten feet of each other. It started with one forbidden kiss. One very personal grudge… One impulsive decision… And the fear of things becoming real.

My boyfriend of eight years didn’t just leave me. He left me for my sister. And then suddenly, they were getting married. I hate being seen as the weakling, the ugly one. So I did what I could. I made an offer to Liam Carter —my Highschool Bully when we met in Tuscany. The last person I ever wanted to owe anything to. We pretend to date for the summer, to make everyone believe I’ve moved on and in return I help with his PR stunt. It was supposed to be fake. No feelings. No strings. Just a deal between enemies with something to prove. But the more we pretend, the more the lines blur—and suddenly, the boy who once made my life miserable might be the only one who truly sees me. And the worst part? I think I’m starting to fall for him.

I was the greediest stand-in in high society, and my motto was simple. As long as cash kept coming, my dignity could take a back seat. For Frederick Jameson, I played the role of his obedient pet, so when his true love accused me of stealing her necklace, I just bowed and apologized. With Samuel York, I served as his lab rat, testing drugs meant for his sweetheart's condition until they left me with a bleeding ulcer. And for Theodore Xander, I acted as a scapegoat, getting pushed out to take the blame of extortion for his crush. They all assumed I was hopelessly in love with them, even forcing me to sign a confession at their joint engagement party. That was when the system's voice chimed in, "Host, the portal home is now open." I wiped the blood from my lips, splashed my wine into their faces, and grinned brightly. "Game over, losers!" Right in front of everyone, I leaped straight into the sea. Later, word spread that the three big shots scoured the entire ocean just to find my body.