Fake Husband Novels & Stories

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.

He always had. “ She is my wife !” Bryan said quietly. “ But he had her first …You guys are no longer married, she handed over the divorce papers “ Gracie folded her arms. “And you lost her first too.” Amara, who had been standing near the window all this while, finally spoke. “He’s right about one thing,” she said. “If the story is not clean, it will turn against him. The public won’t welcome a man who faked his death without a good reason.”

He pulled the gun from his thigh holster and smashed the butt of it into Leo’s cheekbone. “Open your goddamn eyes. Look closely,” he snarled. “She is my wife. The Donna. And Nico is my son.” Leo hit the floor, blood pouring down his face. His eyes were wide with disbelief. “Uncle,What are you talking about? How could Aurora be your woman? She was my fiancée!” “Is she just scared? Did she get you to play along to fool me?” Cassiano looked right through him, like he was an ant.

His hand brushed against mine intentionally, a lingering, scorching touch that made my fingers tremble. Kian flashed Julian a tight, corporate smile, but the moment my husband blinked, Kian’s gaze dropped straight to my high velvet collar, eyes flashing darkly. Cassian smirked openly. His tattooed fingers clamped tightly around the wine stem, his eyes pinning my lips with a predatory, shameless hunger. They were playing the game perfectly. We all pretended we had never met. We all pretended last night never happened. And as I stepped back, my heart hammering against my ribs, I desperately prayed to whatever god was listening that it would stay that way forever.

“You wouldn’t be this conflicted if he wasn’t sinfully hot. Be honest. You felt something when you saw him again, didn’t you?” Ella hesitated before muttering, “Maybe.” Gina clapped her hands. “Then it’s settled. Say yes.” Ella chewed on her lip. “But it’s not just about him. If I do this, I have to pretend to be his wife. Attend events. Be around his family. What if they see through the act? What if they find out that iam fake. What if chase pretends he never knew and leave me to take the fall?” Gina shrugged. “Then act your ass off, babe. It’s just a year. A small price to pay for saving your brother’s life, your mother too.”

"Completely. Look, I'm a victim here too. My wife had a mental breakdown. She started making wild accusations. And my former friend, Sophia Bennett, became obsessed with me. Dangerously obsessed." "But there are photos. Bank records. Evidence of an affair spanning seven years." Mason smiled sadly. "All fake. AI-generated. It's disturbing how easy it is to create false evidence these days. Anyone with a computer can make realistic photos. Fake bank statements. Anything." Grace watched from her hospital bed. Her hands gripping the blanket. Getting tighter with every word Mason said. "He's lying," she said to the TV. "He's LYING." Aiden sat next to her. Also watching. His jaw clenched. "I know.

I scoffed underneath my breath and made sure to still wear a smile across my face, hands lightly meeting in a clap as I responded. “Fuck you, you bastard. How many times do I have to ask you to stop calling me that?” He laughed this time and everyone thought it was because of his happiness of getting promoted, but I didn’t miss the mocking traces in those laugh. “I’ll consider listening to you when you finally beat me in something, midget.” He crooned and I faked a cough, stepping closer to him to step on his foot hard. The choked grunt he let out felt like music to my ears.

He replied. I chuckled, “because this man doesn’t know his wife?” I asked sarcastically. The man shrugged. “His wife has been missing for a while now and he has been desperately trying to find her, we need someone to play her until we are ready to release her.” He replied. “What is stopping me from just telling him the truth?” I asked. He glared at me, as he walked behind me, then came back holding pictures of me and passports of all my fake identities. Chris that bastard, I thought angrily.

"But is that... sir, why on earth do you think you'll propose a wedding and I'll accept? I don't even know you! What part of I don't know who you are is the part you don't quite understand! Why on earth would I marry you?" "Because it's all a sham, it won't even be a real marriage". Those words caught the woman's attention, and she gave him a moment of full attention. "A farce? What are you talking about? Are you trying to involve me in a fraud?" "No, of course not. I just need you to be my fake wife". "Fake wife?" Amelia asked, with a touch of humor, but he seemed to be serious, the man who had chased her down the street, just to propose to her, seemed to be too serious, "What do you mean,

Well, this plan of mine might be crazy, but trust me, it's the best and perfect way to get a girlfriend for you brother " Alex jumped on his feet immediately "Really, I can't wait to spoil her with fresh and neat cash... " he said dancing around Peace places her hands on her head " Come on bro it's not everything you use money to do... Huhhhh. Argh " "peace is right, come Alex let's listen to her plan first. " Tyler said, stealing a glance at Peace. "So what is the plan, relationship planner? " Alex asked "I think you should live a fake life, perhaps you should act like a poor man. Maybe you can get to see a true lover. Who is not after your money, but your love and affection... "Peace expla