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Vera, seeing the look on my face patted my shoulder. "Dear, when you marry a rich and influential figure, there is no way to keep it out of the news. Deal with it," Rich and influential? "I think you got the wrong person, guys," I said, suddenly feeling relieved. Mae rolled her eyes again and whipped out her tablet. "Who is this?" she asked, thrusting it in my face. On the screen was a picture of me in my bridal dresses in a man's arms. We were looking into each other's eyes deeply, unaware of our surroundings. The picture had a caption: CEO of Fashion Goddess, Dante Di Benedetto, Caught On Camera With His Bride In A Bar.

She seemed too good to be true. Turns out, she was too good to be true. She was on the app hoping to find someone to marry her so she could stay in the country. He knew she was from Canada but assumed her immigration status was good. Amanda tried to convince him to marry her, promising him she would make him very happy as his wife. But Cameron didn't want a fake marriage, he wanted the real thing. Also, he wasn't going to get himself in trouble with the government just so he could continue getting laid, no matter how great the sex was.

So, simply removing some papers from his jacket he forwarded them to her. Her eyes grew wider looking at the paper type, and she shockingly blurted out, "We didn't plan on getting married for real. It was supposed to be a fake marriage, wasn't it? " It made him sigh whilst rolling his eyes lazily. Raven unfolded the papers and showed her the title that read, 'Marriage contract'.

Several days ago, someone discovered they couldn’t verify Monica’s identity or her history. “No legal name changes have surfaced. Monica’s documentation doesn’t appear in the searches anyone’s performed. It appears you married a ghost.” Parker wanted to crack open a bottle of champagne on this one. It meant it entitled Monica to nothing. She’d also face charges of false impersonation, fraud, and more. “That means what? The appeal is fraudulent. I was never actually married. I could marry again on my schedule. Did I waste my time with this divorce?

"You lot are a bunch of idiots who can't even differentiate between what's real and fake. It looks like a street from a foreign country. Madam's still in the country, so this woman isn't her!" "It could be a photo that was taken in the past. I don't think Giselle's the kind to cheat. It has to be AI!" "That's right. Now that AI's so advanced, it wouldn't be hard to generate a photo like this. Let's not jump to conclusions just yet. We must have faith in Madam's character." "It's only been half a month since I started liking her. This isn't going to be her downfall, right?" "I knew it! Relationship advice live streamers are all fake. They can't even handle their own personal lives, yet they h

The atmosphere turned awkward because the conversation between them started again. Abigail Laurentia Verz: “It is okay, Mom. Massimo and I are trying to stay in this fake marriage. Yeah, but how long can we last? I am not sure about that, especially since my husband is known as a playboy, until Uncle G only knows about it. I swear that I never bad mouthed my spouse to him.”

"Is that so? Maybe, I am. But I just stated the facts about me. I can't fake things and if there's any situation where I have to react, the reaction will be anything like a husband reacts to his wife" He's going to be the reason for my death today because my heart is just stopping every second he speaks that way. My cheeks are burning and I keep wondering if anything happening here is anyhow real. "And if you still think I'm just flirting by saying all this, then I don't think it's justified to flirt with my legally wedded wife", he flickers a grin. Even though I'm too flustered to talk or even react, I pretend to look unconcerned. "You realise you uttered this claim of me being your wife li

"Well, the thing is Zoey… my asshole father is blackmailing me into marriage. I won't have access to the family companies if I refuse. Thought he would change his mind eventually but he didn't. That night at Club Ace's, my intentions were pure. I only wanted to help you plus I somehow thought you looked familiar, so I came to talk to you. You know the rest, now here we are. I just forgot to…" "You forgot to what?" "To make you a deal," he starts to explain, cupping his hands out in front of him. My eyes follow his hand movements. "You would be my fake fiancée, and I will provide you with things indispensable for living within the time span I was given— a year. At the end of the time you'll g

Surely he already looked at my red eyes from crying for a long time, but I didn't care. “Speak up, Oliver, I don't want my mother to see you here. "This is a contract," he gave it to me. I took it—You can read it in detail, even show it to a lawyer. It says there that you would be my fiancée for a year and that when you complete that I would return your full scholarship and you could go back to university without any problem. I looked at him. -What are you talking about? I opened the folder. Promise and marriage contract. Oliver wanted to buy a wife?

The man next to her was mostly out of frame, but I recognized the arm instantly. The caption: “While he was pounding into me, he told me I was the best he’s ever had. That his fiancée never made him feel like this.” A wave of nausea hit me. Comments flew across my vision: 【This scumbag and this bitch deserve each other. They’re a perfect match in disgustingness.】 【Did he ever stop to think how a woman with a terminal illness has the energy for rough sex?】 【There is no illness! Chloe bribed a doctor to fake the records!】