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Fake Love, Real Trouble

Nathan Cole never cared about popularity. He preferred to stay low profile, sleep in class, and go unnoticed—except by his best friend, Thomas. But everything changes when Lilian Carter, the school’s star athlete and top student, suddenly approaches him with a crazy request: pretend to be her boyfriend.

It all starts when Lilian breaks up with Derek Lancaster, her cheating ex-boyfriend. In a heated conversation, she boldly claims she can find someone far better than him. Now, she needs proof. By chance, she witnesses Nathan doing something that catches her attention—something that proves he’s not just an ordinary student.

Reluctantly, Nathan agrees. His only condition? It’s just an act. But the longer they fake it, the harder it becomes to tell what’s real and what’s not. With Derek refusing to back down, a suspicious best friend, and unexpected situations pushing them closer, Nathan realizes he might have gotten himself into far more trouble than just a fake relationship.

Fake Love, Real Trouble

Pain. That was the first thing Nathan felt—an overwhelming, numbing pain spreading through his body. His vision blurred, his hearing muffled, and the only thing grounding him to reality was the frantic voice calling his name.

"Nathan! Stay with me! Please, don't close your eyes!"

Lilian's voice was filled with desperation. She was kneeling beside him, her hands trembling as she tried to support his head. People were gathering around, whispers and gasps filling the air. The car that had hit Nathan had already sped off, disappearing into the distance.

With shaky fingers, Lilian grabbed her phone and dialed emergency services.

"H-He got hit! He's not responding properly—please, hurry!" she pleaded, barely holding back tears.

Within minutes, the distant sound of sirens filled the air, and an ambulance skidded to a halt nearby. Paramedics rushed out, lifting Nathan onto a stretcher as they assessed his injuries.

Lilian refused to let go of his hand.

"I'm coming with him," she said firmly, stepping into the ambulance before anyone could stop her.

The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity. Nathan's breathing was shallow, his face pale, and Lilian couldn't do anything but hold onto him, silently begging for him to be okay.

When they arrived at the hospital, the emergency team immediately wheeled Nathan away, disappearing behind large double doors.

Lilian stood there, frozen, her heart pounding.

Lilian sat in the waiting room, unable to keep still. Her mind was racing with worst-case scenarios, and every second that passed felt like torture.

"Miss, Nathan's condition is stable for now, but he might not regain consciousness anytime soon. We advise you to go home and rest. We'll contact you when he wakes up."

Lilian shook her head. "I'll wait here."

The doctor sighed, exchanging glances with a nearby nurse.

"We understand, but visiting hours are over. Please, go home for now."

Lilian clenched her fists, unwilling to leave, but before she could argue, two nurses gently led her away.

"I'll be back first thing in the morning," she muttered under her breath, reluctantly stepping outside.

As soon as Lilian was gone, the atmosphere in the hospital changed.

A group of men in black suits entered the ward, moving with silent precision. Their presence was commanding—no hesitation, no wasted movement.

They carefully lifted Nathan from his hospital bed and placed him onto a stretcher before wheeling him out. Outside, a private ambulance awaited, its black exterior blending into the night.

With efficiency, the men secured Nathan inside before the vehicle sped off.

Nathan's unconscious body was carried onto a sleek, luxurious aircraft. The CG logo was emblazoned on the walls—silent proof of the organization behind this operation.

Four doctors were already on board, preparing medical equipment as they monitored his vitals.

"Vitals are stable. He should wake up within 48 hours," one of them stated.

The private jet lifted off into the night sky, bound for Germany.

Nathan's eyelids fluttered open, his vision still hazy. His body felt weak, but the softness of the mattress beneath him was unfamiliar. This wasn't a hospital bed.

His gaze slowly adjusted to the dim lighting. The room was spacious, almost elegant, with expensive decor and a lingering scent of antiseptic.

Then, a voice broke through the silence.

Nathan's body tensed as he turned his head—

Denis stood at the foot of his bed, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

A cold realization settled over Nathan.

He wasn't in the hospital anymore. He wasn't even in the same country.

Chapter 12 - The Disappearance