A Deceitful Marriage Novels & Stories

Then Alexander's face changed as his eyes moved further down the page. "There's more," he said. Under the marriage clause was another handwritten addition, smaller, cramped into the margin like whoever wrote it had run out of room and didn't care. It said the succession would become permanently invalid if the marriage was, in the exact words on the page, *"knowingly entered into under deception regarding the identity of either party."* My stomach dropped straight through the floor. I read it twice, just to be sure I wasn't imagining what it meant. The wedding night. I'd thought I was with Alexander. It had been Aridian.

“Watch your mouth.” “No. You watch yours. This whole fake marriage is falling apart and not fulfilling it's purpose. Good luck keeping her when she finds out it was all a lie. It was Just a contract you paid her mother to sign so you could look stable for the board. You married Valentina for optics. PR. A clean image. You never touched her. Never wanted her. It was a contract, Roman. A fucking business deal. And now you’re balls-deep in her kid? That’s not romance, Roman. That’s a fucking disaster.”

With a hint of tenderness in his voice, he went on, "Felicia and I became a couple. Over time, our bond deepened, and we decided to be together forever." As the story of my father developed, it became clear how complicated life's turns and turns can be. The story depicted the resiliency of love in the face of hardship, from the dashed hopes of a love ruined by deceit to the determination that built a new route. “I return to Germany one last time to leave behind the heartaches and pain that I felt. Destiny unfolded an unforeseen chapter. In a twist of fate, I encountered Marina with a child named Marthina. Her words, a plea for understanding, hung in the air as she confessed that she was wait

I hated his deception and the pain he caused me, but seeing him collapse after taking the blade for me, all my resentment mixed with emotions I could not name. Enrico struggled to lift his hand, as if to touch my face, but it fell weakly mid-air. "Because... you're the only woman... I'll ever acknowledge... as my wife..." His breathing grew weaker. "I never gave you... a real wedding... I'm sorry..." Before he could finish, his head drooped, and he fell silent forever. I stood there, staring at his lifeless body. My heart felt empty. This man, who had deceived and hurt me for five years, had finally paid for his mistakes with his life. All the love, hate, and grievances ended with his death.

“The reason I disappeared so completely was because I had already passed the audition for an out-of-town performing arts company. “I used the company’s paperwork to file for a court-approved divorce. The decree’s already been finalized. I have my copy. “Yours is probably buried somewhere in a stack of documents in your office, or maybe it never made it to your unit. But whether you know it or not, our marriage is already over. “Congratulations. You can finally be with Clara Bailey and the child you have with her openly.” At the mention of the child that had never belonged to her, a sharp ache still pierced through her chest. “No…” Daniel’s eyes were hollow as he murmured in a daze, “No… that

There is not a bit of hope left in her. He gives her an owlish look. As she rolls her eyes and says "do not try to convince me. Mr. Tedd. We are off boundaries." Her voice was shaky. Julien keeps the silence ahead of her protest as he shrugs and says "I don't give a damn. It's a fake marriage, remember. Today you will sleep here on the floor as said. Tomorrow if you want to stroll around the city, be my guest." He dismisses himself as he rolls his sleeves and turns around to see her anguish look. "Sorry, but I would rather not."

I brought my hands up taking him by the collar of his shirt, I cared nothing if anyone heard, which would be impossible as I knew my voice was barely a faint whisper, having him so close made my senses fail. "Because of our marriage" he dictated, he took the audacity to express that truth as if he believed it, some time ago he said we are a fictitious marriage, why did I come with his crap of nobility in his heart, he wanted to insult me so much to superimpose the false over the real. "Oh?" I managed to reply, he had said it so confidently that inside my head it echoed, I foolishly took the crumbs Gael was handing over. I must have looked like such an idiot to be so quick to deceive.

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

“I drove all night, risked my life, and lied to him for days to surprise him with his dream car—the G-Wagon—the one you guys helped me move. And when I got to the apartment—.” I started crying again. Thomas’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?” “He was in bed,” I confirmed, swallowing hard. “With Lisa.” The words were out. Thomas stared at me for a beat, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, then to pure, visceral rage. "No," he growled, shaking his head. "No way. Charles wouldn't..." But the conviction in my eyes, the tears streaming down my face, and the undeniable truth of the situation shattered his denial. He let out a primal yell, a sound ripped straight from the de

They won't forget me, never! One and a half years of marriage. It could not be bad. But the thing was Grace's reaction. I was so sure she would end up hating me for lying to her. Would she understand it was an arranged marriage? But the damage of lying in the first place was unforgivable. My hand was searching in my pocket, just like the dress had a pocket. Grateful that I was not easily tempted to taste again something I should not get addicted to. It won't help me in this situation.