Pretending Hearts [RESTART (O/O CLOSED)]

Sometimes it's tough being the daughter of a wealthy couple. It's also tough being an unmarried twenty-six-year-old woman, too, due to the flood of marriage proposals and pushy parents. Because, really, what's worse than having your parents try to marry you off to an influential Finance Director who just happens to be interested in her? Really, what's a twenty-six-year-old supposed to do?

Daisy Riley is a journalist, aspiring to be a writer. She's got no time to get married and seal her life by providing babies. She sure won't let her dreams go to waste by marrying a rich guy who'd rather have her wear dresses, look pretty, and give him sons. Absolutely not. So what's a woman supposed to do? That's right; have the famous CEO of Cyber, a company known for popular games and websites, pretend to be your fiance!

Can you blame her? Absolutely not.

Meanwhile, Arvil Davis is a young male in search of ways to flourish his company. What better way to get inspiration than by marrying a writer? Well, pretending to marry one, anyway. Really, what could go wrong?

Everything. What else do you expect when you live in a lie?

Join Daisy and Arvil in their interesting web of lies, and watch them fall for the story they spun themselves!

Hello! Thank you for reading this RP! @Imperfect_Autumn and I appreciate it. This is the reboot of an RP with a similar name, but I hope this one's better!

Name: Arvil Davis

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Appearance: 6'0

https://pin.it/51RecvG

(Looks cool, but really he's just a dork.)

He's got a crease between his eyebrows, and he usually wears button-up shirts with the top two buttons unbuttoned and his sleeves folded to his elbows. There's also bags under his eyes. His skin is tanned and he has freckles over his shoulders. He also wears round glasses at times, but only when he's reading something or working on his computer.

Personality: Pouty, charming, a dork and incredibly arrogant in a way. He makes remarks about his glorious beauty as often as he can, and he has an air of mystery, swagger, and sensuality surrounding him. He's also calm, casual, courteous and graceful, but also a shameless flirt to an extent. Despite all of that, he's a kind, generous and a loving person. He cares a lot about the people he loves and would go to the extreme to defend them. He loves very fiercely and passionately, and often times this intense love puts him in a tough position. He's also an affectionate lover, and though he doesn't fluster very easily, he's easy to get to if he holds you close to him. He's also a bit forgetful, often skipping his meals when he's working.

Flaws: Arrogant, proud.

Favorite Food/drink: N/A

Favorite Animal: Sparrows

Favorite Color: N/A

Favorite Season: N/A

Other: He likes nighttime more than daytime. Cannot dance for his life and his singing is disastrous, so he sings to annoy others. Sometimes, Arvil tends to treat things like a game, which doesn't go well in his favor. He's incredibly close to his nephew and niece from his elder sister, who is a dentist.

Silas Adams was a well-established Finance Director, who really had no interest in marriage until he met the wonderful Daisy Riley at a Fundraiser Program a few weeks ago. She looked beautiful, and her personality had been striking. Silas decided she'd be a perfect marriage partner. He had conversed with her parents and heard what excellent skills she possessed, and he was hooked.

So his parents talked to her parents and it was determined they'd get Daisy to agree to the marriage. Though Silas wondered why would she refuse; surely a twenty-six-year-old wouldn't, right?

So there they were, on their date, while the young male talked about what he thought she needed to know. His work, what he was like, what he expected, and was completely oblivious to the foreigner, far-away look in her eyes.

"What are your plans for the future, Ms. Riley?" he finally questioned, one hand flat on the table while the other held the fork. "Regarding work."

Silas hadn't been expecting that answer. Of course, being an author meant dedicating time and energy to work and ideas. He frowned, a crease forming between his eyebrows, his brown eyes displaying confusion.

He'd been brought up in an environment where women were to stay at home—and generally speaking, Daisy wouldn't have to leave to work. Her work could be done at home. But that was the problem. If she put most of her effort in her career, what of the marriage? Their future?

Silas's own mom had quit her job after she'd gotten married. So had his aunts and his sister. That was the way it was supposed to be. Women weren't meant to work—it wasn't what they were created for. It was a man's job.

"And what would you do after we're married?" he asked cautiously. "Surely you wouldn't need to work. I would provide for you, after all."

Silas finally realized he'd said the wrong thing. Of course, Daisy was raised in a different environment than he had. Her own mother worked for a living rather than be a housewife. But her words—did that mean she agreed to the marriage?

"I apologize, I did not mean to offend you," he said, taking a sip of his water. "It's just that a woman's role in marriage is managing the house, and I'm still getting used to the idea that some women prefer to work."

Silas had just lifted his fork again to bite into his food when his brain finally processed her words. He blinked once, twice, then thrice, and swept his eyes across her features. Had that been a joke? He couldn't tell. If she had a boyfriend, why did her parents not say so? Perhaps he wasn't ideal for them. Or perhaps she was lying. But why would she?

"You have a boyfriend," he said slowly, blinking, trying not to stumble on his words. "Your parents didn't mention him. May I inquire who he is?"

Silas nearly played with his food before he caught himself. It was a bad habit, his father used to say. It wasn't appreciated at all.

Somehow, he didn't believe Daisy's claim. Was that just because he didn't think she wouldn't want to marry him, or was it because it actually felt like a lie?

"Then I suppose meeting him would be best," he finally said. "I'm available next week. Tell your boyfriend if he wants to be with you, then he'd best agree."

He'd offended her again, it seemed. She couldn't blame him, though. News of her boyfriend wasn't public. Even her parents didn't know about him; so she had no reason to blame him.

"I won't be able to believe your word unless there's proof, Miss Riley," he said quietly, slipping out his wallet to pay the bill. "I'm available next week. As long as I receive an answer before Tuesday, I think we'll be fine."

Silas nodded, standing up as well. This hadn't gone as he wanted it to, but that was all right.

"Have a good rest of your day, Miss Riley," he said, dipping his head.

Lilly Evans was flopped in the lap of her boyfriend, popping the gum in her mouth while boyfriend ran his hand through her blonde, razored hair.

When her phone rang, she groaned.

"Gimme my phone," she said, raising her hand. Her boyfriend, Jordan, rolled his eyes and set her phone in her hand.

"Oh! It's Daisy!" she rolled out away from Jordan onto her stomach and answered the call. "Hey, Miss Author. What's up? How was your date?"

Lilly furrowed her eyebrows, huffing. She pulled her phone away a little to speak to her boyfriend.

"Jordan, if you say that to me, I will dump your butt," she said, causing Jordan to look at her in confusion. She didn't provide any context, instead turned back to Daisy. "What did you do, Daisy? I'm not surprised because you get yourself in trouble a lot, but what did you do?"

Lilly popped the balloon she made with her gum, causing it to snap till her nose. She scrunched her nose and tried to peel it off.

"You do tell weird lies when you're in a pinch," Lilly said, shrugging. "You're the worst liar, Daisy. Everyone knows you're single. But now what? Did he take it?"

"By Tuesday?" Lilly's eyes widened and she scowled. "Who does he think he is? Men are such idiots."

Jordan cleared his throat. Lilly smiled sweetly at him.

"What did Adams do?" he questioned curiously.

Lilly pulled the phone away from her mouth a little. "Daisy needs to be a stay-at-home-mom. He works, she does not. Also, she said she has a boyfriend and now he wants to meet him. So now we're in a pinch."

Jordan scrunched his nose. "Actually… I might be able to help with that…"

So he told her how. Lilly addressed Daisy once again.

"Jordan says he knows someone who's single and can help," she said into the phone. "His occupation, apparently, makes the discretion have a bit of sense. What do you say? Meet with the guy and see if he's as good as my silly boyfriend thinks he is."

"Heck yeah we can," Lilly popped the balloon again. "You can count on us! We'll help you with the lie. Now, if that guy is stupid, too, you're free to dump your soda on him."

"We will," she said in a singsong voice. "Leave everything to your wonderful, amazing best friend who saves your butt a lot."

"If I recall…" Jordan piped up, "She's the one who saves your butt."

Lilly glared at him.