Fake Husband Novels & Stories

But you told them so well, didn’t you? You almost believed yourself. Andrea. God. The way she looked at me the last time. Like she didn’t even know me. Like I was a stranger wearing her husband’s face. Do you know how much it takes to kill love like that? But you did it. You did it slowly. Quietly. Through every unanswered message. Every fake business trip. Every night you came home smelling like someone else and pretended it was stress. And Celina... She believed in you. She looked at you like you were her whole damn sky. You held her like she was yours. You kissed her like you meant it. You whispered promises like they were sacred.

This was too surreal, too good to be true that I had to ask, “Why? I am no use to you and we are not of the same class” “You shouldn’t be worried about that, that's my problem. All I need is for you to act like my wife in front of everyone and convince them well enough. Are you willing?” If his face wasn't so serious, I would have really thought this was just a prank. A fake marriage with a billionaire… What games was fate playing? Is this what it means to have struck gold? I wouldn't have had too many problems with the idea except that… “Urmm, I have a five year old son, he has been diagnosed with down syndrome” I spoke up about my condition.

James nodded. ‘It seems that this woman isn’t too dumb at all.’ Giselle leaned back in the chair. “That’s exactly what I aim to get out of today.” James was a little confused. “I need a fake husband. We don’t have to make our marriage public. I only need my family to know about it. As for our marriage certificate, I can get someone to forge it for us.

Lincoln said but I just smirk and raised an eyebrow at him. "Feral or not feral, they're all just the same rogues, Lincoln. But I'll consider your suggestion." I replied to Lincoln and fake a smile at him just to annoy him. "What if your mate turns out to be a rogue? If that day will come then I will thank the moon goddess for giving you the karma that you deserve, Michael." Lincoln said and then he went to the small garden located on the side of the packhouse, I saw him picked some flowers.

she replied, her voice just a little more than a whisper. "And?" he prodded. "My husband-to-be cheated on me with my cousin sister," she replied, looking up at him with teary eyes. The hurt in them almost made him put his hands around her. Instead, he put them akimbo. "Then you should be happy," he replied as though someone's life had not just shattered. Kate stared at him blankly. "You got to see the real him before you got tied to him forever," he clarified. Kate's sobs suddenly subsided as she stared at him as though seeing him for the first time. He was right.

Just because you’re kind of being all pathetic and also kind of falling for Lord Poo doesn’t mean you should marry him. “Alright, I agree, but I have one stipulation.”What are you doing? Stop self-destructing.“We can’t just get fake married over the weekend and then act as if nothing happened. If we really loved each other, no one would buy that. You’d want to spoil me, and you’d find a way for us to be together.”This is way too far.“You’d pretend you were going away on a business trip, and since you wouldn’t need me, you would give me a week of holidays. My holidays were denied for the past year because I was a new hire, and I hadn’t been to my family cabin in ages, so we would actually go

She remembered how she denied his courtship for the fact that the man was not a graduate; just a renegade who worked in the motor park. She could remember how one of her eminent girlfriends, Jane John married a motor park man; a local labourer who lied to her and deceived her parents. He simulated his identity by telling her parents that he was a thick business guy living and trading in overseas. He lied that his trips ranged from Toronto to America and London to Brazil. She remembered how this guy put Jane in a family way before their marriage was solemnized; and how Jane was so much ashamed of herself to appear before the people during her wedding ceremony. She remembered how this renegade

He’s a player. She’s his best friend’s ex. Fake dating was supposed to be revenge. Not foreplay. When my husband cheated when our daughter was barely a year old, I never imagined I’d end up living with Derek. My childhood best friend, infuriatingly hot boss, and the one man who’s completely off-limits. He was the best man at my wedding. Now he’s changing Lily’s diapers, cooking breakfast shirtless like he’s auditioning for World’s Most Perfect Fake Fiancé.

"Do you even hear yourself right now? You're telling me that my husband of eight years is sketchy? You think I wouldn't know if something was off?" His eyes narrowed. Dangerous. Controlled. "Husband?" He took a bold step forward like he wanted me to stab him, and I raised the blade higher, my grip tight. "I'm not a fool, Ava," he bit out. "If you're going to lie, at least commit to it. Where's the ring? You're not wearing it. Neither is he. And guess what else? His records came up clean... because they came up fake. Jared doesn't exist, not really. And I should know... because I dug deep."

‘’I have a hard time coping with you myself. Haven ignored him, returning to the files he’d thrown carelessly on the table as Matt brought out his phone to make a call. He stared at the files, calculating. All he had to do was find a woman, hire her to be his fake wife, pretend and show the public that he was in love, make his mother believe he really loves her and then break up with her after a month or two. That way, he wouldn’t be forced to get into another marriage for a while, especially if he played the part of a heartbroken husband well.