A Deceitful Marriage Novels & Stories

"Why would I be? Were you ashamed when you lied about the marriage contract! Huh! Tell me were you not ?'' I asked back with more fearness and anger showing him I am not backing down at this moment because simply I couldn't! For a moment he looked taken aback but then he smirked and his smirk was rather evil . I literally don't know at this moment what to do . Like what am I even doing! I was just supposed to hide the fact that I am one of H king Group but where did it all come from ! How did I ended up talking about our marriage contract and on top of that I pissed him off. He came a little closer and said in my ear "Well my dear wife I lied and you fell right in my trap even after you knew

"I know what I'm talking about. James and Bella's marriage was a sham, a contract marriage that was meant to deceive us all." The crowd began to gasp and whisper to each other, their faces filled with shock and outrage. James and Bella looked at each other, their faces pale and worried. But Emily didn't stop there, her voice growing louder and more confident. "They deceived us all, including his late father. They pretended to be in love, but it was all a lie. And now, the poor man is dead, and they are still trying to deceive us.

"While keeping secrets. While treating our marriage like a…..a business transaction where you could coordinate with federal agents if it served your purposes." "That's not fair," Isabella said, tears streaming. "You lied about the debt. About the amounts. About…..about everything from the beginning. So don't stand there acting like I'm the only one who's been keeping secrets." "You're right," Dante said, his expression shifting to something that looked like resignation. "I did lie. I did manipulate. I did create false circumstances to force you into marriage. And maybe….maybe this is karma. Maybe this is what I deserve for building our relationship on lies."

Nothing ever goes the way, we wanted. There are sweet times, but the hard times are more hard to accept or overcome. Sometimes, marriage is sweet and sometimes it is sore. That was what she recently find out, she thought she had the prefect marriage, a marriage based on love and truth. But all that was in her marriage was all lies, deceit, he betrayed her, her trust and love. "Her marriage was all lies" Dora chuckled and picked the glass of wine on the table.

“No. You made choices because you don’t trust me. Because somewhere, deep down, you still think I’m fragile enough to break if you told me the truth.” He ran a hand through his wet hair. “That’s not fair.” “No, what’s not fair is me having to find out about the deals you’re making in my name from Alexei.” His jaw tightened. “ I screwed up, but I had my reasons. Alexie, he's just trying to manipulate you” “Don’t dare change the topic,” I said, voice shaking. “Do you think I’m dumb? That I can’t see what’s happening? Irina and Alexei are playing some twisted game, and you’re fighting back like I’m a prize to be won.”

Axel presented a strong and certain argument, not allowing himself to be deceived by Rosa's murky plan. Aware that she couldn't deceive Axel, Rosa decided to present a daring lie, hoping to make Axel believe her. First, she began to cry and narrate her personal emotional distress. "Axel, I can't object to this marriage. My mother is seriously ill, and her last wish is for me to marry you. How could I oppose her final wish? So I..." Rosa's insincere words were cut short by Axel's cold declaration: "In the end, you're just a deceiver."

she sneered, I frowned, she passed me, entering the house, while I stood there, still holding the door. It took me a moment or so to realize she had entered, I turned to look at her, “what do you want Chloe?” I asked, she smirked, “I’m here to take what is mine, Harris” she crossed her arms over her chest, calling out his name. “He’s my husband now, don’t you dare talk about him like that, and he’s not here!” I said, she smiled, “your husband?” she laughed sarcastically. “He was never you husband, Harris told me everything about the marriage contract, everything was fake…” she said, I felt like someone just stabbed me with a dagger, “what?” I asked, feeling shocked, and broken. her words cut

His resolve was like a blade, and with it, he would cut free the tangled mess of deceit that had ensnared them all. Caleb's hand hovered over the array of flowers, each blooms a silent witness to confessions and farewells. The florist's frown deepened as he began to speak, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "You see, I'm married," he started, a pang of guilt momentarily arresting his words. His fingers twitched, betraying him before they dove into the sanctuary of his pocket, hiding the bare skin where a ring should have been. "And I haven't been faithful to my wife."

She had been nothing but a pawn in his game, and now she was left to grapple with the reality of the man she thought she knew, but who had only ever been a stranger to her. "Dhokebaaz,". (Deceiver). She spat, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and sorrow. The word, drenched in her native tongue, was heavy with the weight of betrayal. But as the syllables hung in the air, he simply frowned, unable to fully grasp the depth of her pain, lost in the meaning of the unfamiliar word. "I don’t believe in this plaything". With a forceful kick, she sent the torn papers scattering across the floor—shreds of their so-called marriage, a union built on nothing but lies and deceit. It was a mockery of

"Love is between two people, but marriage involves two families. You might accept my child, but your parents won't. Or do you think we can keep it a secret from them until after the wedding?" Luke remained silent, his lips tightly sealed. Indeed, he had considered that. But she shook her head with a sigh. "Luke, you're smart, yet you have foolish thoughts. A marriage built on deceit cannot last. Children are not objects; they can't be hidden. Once the truth comes out, I'll be embarrassed, and you'll be stuck between me and your parents. I don't want that." Luke's expression turned somewhat grim. He was indeed a smart person, and Isabella's words indicated there was no possibility between the