Fake Husband Novels & Stories

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'.

I continued, "You called me almost every day. The background was always the bedroom of our marital home. But Douglas said you hadn't been back there for months. I can't help but wonder… How did you manage that? "Did you use a virtual background, or… did you already have another identical room prepared just to deceive me?" The color drained completely from Alexander's face. His lips moved, but no words came out. The crowd erupted again. "So, that's what happened! The marriage certificate was fake. Talk about terrifying!" "He kept up the act for five years! He's been playing the devoted husband while having a child with another woman. He's practically an award-winning actor at this rate!" I wa

Layla seemed to understand and tried to comfort her, “Honestly, they’re all the same. While I was abroad for a while, my husband found someone else, too. “But the funny thing is, he pretended to be poor the whole time. He was terrified that the woman would only want him for his money. “He’s actually a CEO, yet he ate cheap takeout with her every day. I actually felt sorry for him.” My mother forced a smile and asked, “Really? What ended up happening to that woman?” Layla shrugged. “I think she had a daughter. He had fake wedding papers made for her. She’s probably stuck in some rundown place now. “She’s quite pitiful, too, honestly. My husband even told her he was some kind of undercover age

She didn't say another word. During the vows, Johnny suddenly shoved Maeve aside and clapped his hands. A group of men in black quickly surrounded the venue. He sneered, "Ladies and gentlemen, I don't want to make things difficult. Either you hand over your money, or you can kiss your lives goodbye." I wasn't surprised. My investigation had revealed that Johnny was the ringleader of the human trafficking network. His usual harmless, innocent demeanor was just a mask. He controlled a vast trafficking operation.

I clearly remember telling you before that I'm already married to someone else. Michelle's face turned a bright purple color at once. She had been used to my flattery and giving in, and wanted to yell back at me instinctively. However, she forced it back down and instead glared hatefully at Isabella. Meanwhile, Lucas was on the verge of a breakdown. He grabbed Isabella by the neck and roared, "You lied to me!" "I… I have my reasons…" Isabella croaked as she struggled against his grip. "Reasons?" Lucas exclaimed. "You're fake! Everything is fake! Your identity is fake. The kid… The kid is fake as well, isn't he?"

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!】

"I am so happy for you, Henry. I hope that the day will come and you will finally be able to tell everything to your parents. Because for sure they will accept you no matter what happens. You know, the first people to accept us are our parents." "I hope so..." Then we fell silent again. I was hesitant at first, but then, since Henry already shared his secret to me, I somehow had the bravery to speak my mind. "I think I'm going crazy." "Huh?" I looked at him. "You see, the reason I agreed to have a fake marriage with Leon is because I badly needed the money. I agreed, because I thought it would be just a piece of cake. I agreed because I thought it would be just for a period. But I didn't thi

But since the day he started acting poor and pretending to have depression, I've been working myself to the bone, taking up odd jobs and part-time gigs just to support our household. My once fair, rosy skin had been tanned, and my well-maintained hands were now rough and calloused—all of it because I believed I was caring for a man battling a made-up illness. I had endured this grueling life for a year. In the past year, not a single person told me that it was all a farce. I vividly recalled the humiliation I suffered while looking for jobs to help him "heal." And all the while, he stood on high, watching me panic and struggle for the sake of a sickness he had fabricated.

Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world. It's Sunday today, and we're going on a trip to Paris for our honeymoon. I can't wait to get there and explore there with my beloved husband. I have never been out of New York before, so this is going to be my first trip out of here. How was I supposed to afford a trip out of the country when I could barely feed myself, let alone take care of my upkeep?

"But what? Just accept what a stranger tells me?" "Nick-" "No, someone I don't even know is claiming to be my wife? Is this like an act of fraud?" Then he paused. ''I watched that movie once where the rich guy had an accident and the help pretended that they were married. Is that what you are doing now?'' I couldn't help my laugh, "no. I don't think I could bring myself to do such a thing." I reached out to touch his hand, but he pulled away. "I'm sorry, but this is too much."