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: Daisy Riley
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: https://pin.it/kkpchlnbsif7pe
Usual Outfit: Sweaters and leggings or jeans. Converse or flats of various colors, the most worn being black and light pink.
Personality: She’s a sweetheart with a touch of sass… Actually, she’s got quite a bit of sass. Lol. Her trademark expression is a wink with her tongue sticking out.
Flaws: Doesn’t always realize when it’s a good time to be sassy or when it’s not. Holds a grudge really well.
Favorite Food/Drink: N/A
Favorite Animal: Arctic foxes.
Favorite Color: Light pink and gray.
Favorite Season: Spring.
Other: She likes to write. Like, a lot. She can usually be found scribbling something down in her journal, either a new idea or part of an older one.
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."
All Daisy Riley wanted one her life was to become a writer. She wanted to leave her job as a journalist, to be a published author, to write books that people loved.
Marriage was not in those plans. Especially not marriage to some rich man who probably wanted her for nothing more than a housewife and someone to warm his bed. So when her parents had told her that they had set her up on a date with Silas Adams, a rather well-off man, she had not been too pleased. Since when did they get a say in her love life?
“What are your plans for the future, Ms. Riley? Regarding work?” his overly smooth voice interrupted her thoughts. Why did this man think he could charm her? Why did he want to?
Daisy drew her eyes up to him from her plate, blinking at him languidly. She took a sip of her water and set the glass down before replying. “I want to become a writer, a published author.”
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."
Daisy’s eyebrows drew together at Silas’ words. What did he mean, she wouldn’t need to work? Did he actually think she would just stay home all day? Maybe she shouldn’t have let herself have that small hope that he would have a different mindset than she’d thought.
“I would continue to work. I enjoy writing, it’s my passion,” she said slowly, folding her hands in her lap. “You may provide for me, but I will still want to work.”
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."
"A woman's role in marriage is not to only manage the house," Daisy argued calmly, her lips pursed as she thought. "Yes, some women prefer to work, and I am one of them. If you are looking for someone to stay at home and keep house, then I would suggest finding someone else to wed. Besides… I have a boyfriend."
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?"
Daisy blinked, swallowing a sip of water. She set her glass down and looked up at him.
Crap. Crapcrapcrap. Why did I think this was a good idea? I don’t have a boyfriend, so how can I—
“I can’t tell you. He doesn’t want people to know yet,” she answered as soon as it popped into her head.
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."
Daisy raised her eyebrows. Was that a demand? Was he demanding her to do this? That prick…
“I don’t think I have to do anything you tell me to, Mr. Adams,” she declared, pushing her seat back slightly. “But I will talk to him about it. Don’t expect an answer right away.”
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."
Daisy let out a soft hum of acknowledgement and nothing more. She stood, pushed her chair in, and nodded to Silas.
“Thank you for the meal. I will get back to you by Tuesday,” she said, ending the conversation calmly.
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.
“Yeah. You as well,” Daisy replied simply. She grabbed her purse and walked away, leaving him behind her. This would not end well… not if she didn’t find someone to pretend to be her boyfriend.
[Time skip: later that day]
C’mon, pick up your phone… Why is it that you can’t answer your phone when I need you to? Come on, come on, come on.
Daisy paced the floor of her apartment as she held her cell to her ear. She was trying to get ahold of her best friend, but the girl wouldn’t pick up the phone. And this was important. This was very, very important.
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?"
“Finally, Lil, it took you long enough,” Daisy sighed, stopping in the middle of the floor when the girl answered. She rubbed at her forehead with her index finger and thumb, sighing heavily. “It was awful. He thinks that women should just be at home, doing ‘womanly things’ and keeping house… And I may or may not have gotten myself into a heap of trouble…”
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?"
Daisy caught Lilly’s words over the phone and laughed quietly. She shook her head, then made her way over to the couch to sit down.
“Well… I didn’t want him to get any ideas about this ‘relationship’ going any further,” she began, making quotation marks with her fingers, “so I told him that I have a boyfriend.”
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?"
“I don't think so. At least, not fully,” Daisy sighed as she sat down. She buried her face in her free hand with a groan, cursing herself for getting into this mess. “He told me that I have to get my boyfriend to agree to meet with him by Tuesday.”
