Fake Husband Novels & Stories

I looked at the masked woman. I looked at the three other masked people moving silently through the kitchen. I picked up my phone and called him. It rang four times and went to voicemail. I called again. Voicemail. I set the phone face-down on the table and pressed both hands flat against the surface and breathed slowly through my nose. "Mrs. Hills." The chef's voice was gentle but persistent. "What would you like for breakfast?" I looked up at four masked faces waiting patiently for my order in a hotel suite I hadn't known I was staying in twenty-four hours ago, wearing my contract husband's shirt, with a wedding ring on my finger that had spent part of the previous night under a pillow.

She cuts my remarks off instantly. "Wait, wait, wait. So this guy's dad posted a post for his son? Why?" She laughs loudly. "I think his kid has just recently been cheated on by his fiancée for like two years or something. His dad wants him to be happy again or to help increase his self-worth. I'm simply going to be a rebound. It's perfect. I don't want a meaningful connection with this man, I simply want to be compensated. Guess how much he is prepared to pay me to be his false girlfriend."

Kieran staggered ahead and almost fell when the man broke the news that the marriage is fake. Vance leaned in the direction of the screen, and his words could be heard loudly throughout the auditorium thanks to the microphone. “So Haley and you were never registered at all, according to the system. What is this, Mr. Colin? Have you been using a false marriage to trick her for the past four years?" Everyone in the room exploded. Vance moved more quickly than Kieran, who was about to slam the laptop shut. He quickly projected the query results onto the big screen after taking a picture of them.

He was watching me like I was some sort of a comedian. “Arnold hasn’t visited Northern California for years. None of his friends here know about his first marriage. He hid it from everyone because he had ulterior motives. But the minister who conducted your ceremony was an out-of-work actor from Vegas. He is not even a real minister. Everything from your wedding was fake.” he said with an edge in his tone. With the way he spoke, I was starting to believe all he was saying but at the same time, I wanted to defend my husband.

Staff loyal. The lie: Tell the world she's dead. Protect her from Adrian. From Isabel. New identities. Flight to Italy. His family's old villa. And the deepest deception: "I'm your husband." The words had started as protection. "She's confused," he'd told himself. "Scared. Give her stability." But it grew. Photos doctored old ones of them as "friends" in high school, edited seamlessly into couple shots. Wedding fabricated with actors, staged memories.

"No. He didn't do that." "So you consented to another man having you?" He asks, his voice slightly high. "Another man? Lucas is my husband incase you've forgotten." I state, raising my ring finger up. "Forgive me, forgive me, my Natty." He says as he grabs my waist again. My hands are resting on his chest. "My question is, why are you using a fake name? Does anyone else know you're here?" "Because I needed to get close to you and I found out your husband knows about me, so I had to use an alias."

“I heard him the other day on a call with his dad, from his response—I could tell he was reluctant, he was refusing to get a wife but for some reason, he agreed after much convincing. It must be for a very valid reason because, knowing the kind of person he is, he doesn’t strike me as someone who wants to settle down willingly. I explained to Ava “I mean nnn” she dragged “You’ve told me all about his whoring episodes so I’m not surprised at all. “So he, what— wants you to be his fake wife?” she asked ludicrously. I nodded and she burst out laughing. After laughing uncontrollably for several minutes, she saw I didn't join in her laughter, she finally turned to me and said, “So you aren't kidd

“And now you’re spreading for my husband. Pot, kettle, sweetheart. Seems like we both enjoy playing with other people’s property, don’t we?” “He’s not your husband.” The words taste like acid on my tongue. “Not really. The whole marriage was fake. A contract. A PR stunt so he could look stable to his board. I heard it all. You were just a paid signature. A prop he shipped off on spa trips and ‘charity’ junkets so he wouldn’t have to smell your perfume in his house.” Her eyes narrow to slits. “Careful, little girl. You’re standing in my house right now.”

"Everyone knows he spoils his wife. Classic Jurg move." The room buzzed with envy. Zachary clutched my hand like he was the dream husband. All I could do was laugh inside. My chest felt iced over. Frozen solid. This grand public love story? Total act. Behind the scenes, the real title belonged to someone else. He gave me a fake name, a fake life—while legally tying himself to another woman. What a sick joke. As soon as I sat down, a sharp cramp hit my lower stomach. I pressed a hand there.

"Fifty million dollars so far. I've been covering it up by falsifying financial reports and paying off auditors." No. No no no no. "I've also been having an affair with Dave Harrison," the fake me continued. "We've been together for over a year. My marriage to Ethan Ashford is a sham. I married him for his money and his connections. I never loved him." The video ended. The screens went black. The ballroom erupted into complete chaos. People shouting. Cameras flashing. Reporters yelling questions. I stood at the podium, completely frozen. My mind couldn't process what was happening.