Fake Husband Novels & Stories

Their eye color was the least of my problems. “I swear I’ll step on you, girl!” “Come try, handsome!” I winked. Yes, I was testing his patience. And yes — completely on purpose. But he was asking for it. Every time the truth slammed into my head again, I exhaled sharply. Darian wasn’t my husband. Well — he wasn’t the Darian I thought he was. I might have been screaming “Darian” under him while really sleeping with some guy named Kevin. That truth alone could suffocate a person. I hadn’t just been conned financially — my body had been touched by a fraud. Even my stupid heart had been given to a Darian who didn’t exist.

" I shake my head, not willing to accept the truth. I'm mentally preparing myself to eradicate him from life, to build up titanium walls around my heart like I did after my father left. And it's now that I realize I didn't do that with Sterling. I may have moped around for a few days, sure, but there was never a gaping hole the size of a crater dragging down my heart, threatening to make me never care about anything or anyone ever again. Because I didn't love— "I can't go back." My eyes burn, unable to accept the truth. "It was all a lie, even more so than I thought." "And how confident are you?" Hesitating, my mind races to come up with a valid excuse why Harrison Thornton—who knew of our f

I glared at him, somewhat knowing where he was leading this conversation. "Easy Tiger. Easy." He smirked, "I knew last night that there was something fishy and now it's clear as day." "So?" I was never going to give the effort to look like I was in love or something with Eden. And besides, he already heard us loud and clear. So, pretending wasn’t going to cut it short. I knew Hoult very well and he would never fall for it. His words were calculative, "I don't know why but this much is clear to me that you kept your engagement story out of the reach of media and I would like to keep playing along. But..."

A tall, muscular guy with a tattoo on his left arm smirked, walking into the conversation. I was starting to understand what was happening. Massimo brought me here to be his fake wife for a night, and afterwards he'd release me and pay my mom's bills as promised. A wave of relief flushed into me and I pushed myself to act well. It was just one night. Just one. I breathed in and out. “I'm not a fake wife. I've always loved Massimo ever since we met.” I smiled widely at the guy, glancing at Massimo. “Oh, dear,” Massimo's mom placed her palm on her chest, smiling before turning to the guy. “Alessandro, you see, your brother would never fool me unlike you! Let's seal this deal at once.”

He questioned with a frown. “My man,” I smiled. “Which happens to be Jenna’s husband. A disgusted look followed. He kept a skeptical look. “You need to be more clear, else, have a nice day.” He was about to leave and then I grabbed onto his arm. “It’s a fake marriage.” I blurted quickly. “The marriage is just a show for the public, all I need is for you to push jenna into getting a divorce and then she’s yours. I also would get my boyfriend back.”

Your husband is besotted with you and anyone else in your shoes would be overjoyed. "Except that he is not my husband," I told her. Her eyes widened in shock, "What? What do you mean by that?" "I know Hazel, okay. No one can change overnight. That man pretending to be Hazel is an impostor. He must be his doppelganger who was planted to take the place of the real Hazel. This impostor doesn't know that the old Hazel wasn't such a loving husband to me. That explains why he is acting strangely. I already stole some strands of his hair.

The question keeps on eating her peace away. Irritation flashes through Julien. He wasn't a complete bastard. "I said. And I mean it. Julien." His mother gives him another owlish look and takes his hand in hers. "Tell me, you weren't planning to upset both of us? We all know it's a fake marriage but I can see how you become sensitive in a second when Ford's name was mentioned. He didn't called you because he probably knew you would be busy taking parts in cultural events."

“it's true… I am indeed married to Alia who is the chief secretary of Raunak. We have been married for five years but we know each other since childhood. We cheat people for their money and because of this we had went to jail many times. One day, a man and a woman approached us. They told us to do this drama. The man was powerful enough to give us fake identities and fake documents. To make the lie real, he even opened a new company and made me the owner of that company but the real power behind that company was in his hands. That man even hires Alia as secretary and told him how she could become a chief secretary.

"Christopher Hale isn't even his real name. He's Christopher Mason. Wanted in three states for fraud and embezzlement. His first wife died in a 'tragic accident.' His second wife is in a psychiatric facility, claims he drove her insane. You're wife number three." I couldn't breathe. "No. No, that's not possible. I knew him for two years before we got married. I did background checks " "That showed exactly what he wanted you to see. Someone with serious resources helped him build a false identity. Someone who knew how to manipulate records, create alibis, manufacture a perfect past." "Who would do that?" But even as I asked, I knew. "Uncle Richard." Catherine nodded slowly. "Richard Hale has

Mia replied, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. They chatted briefly, with small talk, harmless questions, and polite laughter. Mia played her role perfectly, nodding when needed, smiling on cue, pretending her heart wasn’t racing out of control. All the while, Max watched. He watched his cousins’ reactions, the way their eyes flicked to the ring, the way their tone shifted when they realized this wasn’t a joke or a rumour. Everything was noted. Everything mattered. And as the minutes passed, Mia could only hope that the night would end soon. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep up with the facade of being Max Hult fiancée. it was hard to force a smile.