A Deceitful Marriage Novels & Stories

Eloise sounded more upset than angry because Kathleen denied responding to her out of tiredness and a little bit of jealousy. “We got married way after we had found out about her pregnancy. By that time, I was already over her. She had moved on with her ex and I was just single, I moved on from ever loving her. I didn’t concede the truth of this marriage from her, she knows that I only married her for my child. If she still feels some type of way about anything, then it’s her fault. Our friendship should not get affected by what she thinks.” As Kathleen stood behind the door and listened to Ryker explaining the dynamics of their relationship to Eloise, her heart felt on fire.

The entire evening was just one big, carefully orchestrated deception, from start to finish. Just like my marriage…

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."

I had to look away because I got overwhelmed by guilt. The truth was, deceiving this kind old woman broke my heart. We were lying to her, giving her false hope she didn’t deserve. Our marriage existed only on paper and we’d agreed to keep it that way. “We’ll do that, Mama,” Zeke said, noticing I hadn’t responded.

I signed where indicated. And then it was done. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Marriage in a dress I had chosen myself, holding a certificate with both our names on it, trying to locate the feeling I was supposed to have in this moment. I'm married. I am Mrs. Hills. I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now.

“Oh my god! So the groom cheated before the wedding? And the mistress is the one wearing the dress?” “This isn’t a stand-in bride at all—it’s a homewrecker trying to steal her place, and she blew it.” My father’s face went dark. He slammed his hand on the table and jumped to his feet. “Shame on the Shaw family! Is this the son you raised—treating my daughter like a fool?” Mr. and Mrs. Shaw looked mortified, wishing they could crawl into a hole. Ethan froze, stunned by the sudden turn of events.

I said and pointed my index finger at the person whom I loved for years but who also broke my heart. It’s just a marriage booth and even though he cheated on me, I still wanted to marry him here in this booth. At least. But I know to myself that I won’t marry Felix for real. At least in this fake booth, I’ll make one of our dreams happen. Who would have thought that I’ll marry him in this fake booth? He who cheated on me yet deep inside I still loved him. But I couldn’t just give him another chance because you know, it fucking hurts like hell. Until now, I couldn’t accept why he did that.

It all started with a contract faked by the antagonist and used it to deceive both protagonists. The female protagonist accepted due to the respect she had for her dad and the antagonist who was her godfather, while the male protagonist accepted out of duress. He was constrained by threats. At a time the male protagonist did as he was told that almost cost the female protagonist her life, but then, thanks to conscience he couldn't pull through with it. And also, more importantly, thanks to the fact that she got pregnant. He decided to make their marriage work while trying his best to render the plans of the antagonist, his father null, and void.

She dragged him to the bed and made him lie down “Work?” “It’s simple.” She took a foil-wrapped object out of her pocket and opened it. “You’re my husband, and you’re long overdue in fulfilling your marital duties.” She said as she rolled the condom over him. “But…” She put a finger over his lips. “Just do what you’re supposed to,” She said in a gentle voice and gave him a small smile. He looked at her for any indications of deception but found none, and he knew that she wasn’t drunk, which left him with no other options.