Fake Husband Novels & Stories

"Too late! I already like it!" "Eldrian! I found out from a friend, your father only staged our wedding to dispel rumors. He knows we're just pretending! He has prepared a candidate for you, his friend's son who is equal to you! I'm not considered his son-in-law, I'm just a tool!" "Huh? Who said?" "Never mind, you don't need to know! What's certain is that I don't want to involve feelings in our relationship!" Ilona answered. Eldrian immediately held Ilona's hand and looked into her eyes.

and he nodded his head. "He is very obedient and he isn't one to ask any questions, all he wants is his pay check at the end of the week. He will respect you and do as you say. He also knows how to act perfectly and he isn't a public figure, not even popular by a single bit. No one will find out the truth." She nodded her head slowly, pleased. "Let's have a seat." Partner said as he nudged towards the chair. She joined him where he was sitting and the fake husband moved to the center of the room so they could see him perfectly.

At this point, Christopher was getting more worried than usual. Just then, Mr. Yang, along with his fellow business associates arrived, and Christopher had to put up the fakest smile that he had ever known. “This is such a wonderful set up,” Mr. Yang complimented Christopher, making his heart swell with pride. “We cannot wait to sign and seal the contract,” he added. “Where is your wife?” Mr. Yang asked. “We expected to see her by your side,” he added. “She is running a little late,” Christopher lied and hoped deep down that it was the truth. “Please, enjoy yourselves before we officially begin,” Christopher told them.

He let out an incredulous laugh, feeling an overwhelming sense of absurdity and irony, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. “So the daughter you suffered so much to give birth to, the child you spent half your life raising, has been calling another woman her mother and helping that hypocritical father lie to you?” Cordelia nodded and said nothing more. Her throat burned, and she could no longer bring herself to continue. Elias laughed bitterly. “Felix Ward really wants to have it both ways, doesn’t he? He’s spent five years pretending to be dead. He’d better hope that lie doesn’t become the truth.”

I was drawn to his bright, handsome face and insisted on getting his contact information. We dated for two years. On the day he proposed, he swore to me, “Elysia, you are the only woman I will ever love. No matter what happens, I will always trust you and never hurt you.” After marriage, he truly treated me well, doting on me in every possible way. Together, we took out loans to build a maritime rescue company. That was also where he supposedly died in an accident. I never expected it all to be part of his deception.

“We’ve been trying to track this man. Jeremy Harrison is an alias. His real name is Derek Callahan and he’s a suspect in an ongoing fraud case. We have reasons to believe he's been using false identities to defraud several victims across the city.” “What?” Tahlia and I exclaimed in unison. I gripped my keys tighter. My instincts had been right. She turned to him, her face twisting in disbelief. “What is he talking about? Why would you lie to me, Jeremy?” Jeremy swallowed. “Pookie, listen to me-” “Don't call me that!” she yelled. “I swear it, I love you. Always have!” he continued, almost breathless. “My feelings for you were real, even if everything else wasn’t.”

Was that why he was trying to convince me to come back when I tried to leave? That means he's aware it's not a real marriage. I walked up to both of them."Did I just hear best friends?" They both looked at me at the same time. "Yes Ty. How did you think your husband became a responsible man? All thanks to me." Jake's excited attitude was a bit weird, but I didn't think too much about it. "So you're aware this is a fake marriage?" I pointed between me and Quin." "Ah technically the marriage is very real and legal." He corrected me.

“Oh, I didn’t mean that. I’m so sorry Steve. I didn't mean to insult you. This is just the way I talk sometimes, tactless. I didn't mean to insult you. Please forgive me. OK?” He flashed a smile. “You are forgiven.” “Alright, let’s go back to your offer. How long do you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend? And for what purpose may it serve you?” I asked, eager to know why he needed a fake girlfriend? “This coming June, on his 70th birthday, my grandfather on my mother's side, would like to choose an heir to his real estate business empire. Two of my brothers are competing. They were both married and had children. I used to be a playboy and got addicted to gambling in my past. But I’m no

“Wait. Did Peter just say Mr. Edwards? That meant this man was him. The billionaire. The one I was pretending to be married to. My ‘husband.’ I didn’t know how to act. How was someone pretending to be a wife supposed to pull this off? I did the next dumb thing that came to mind. "My husband! I missed you so much!". I wrapped my arms around him for a hug. It felt like I was hugging a rock. Cold. Distant. I cursed myself in my head. “My husband”? That’s the best line I could come up with? Really? He didn’t hug me back. His hands stayed buried in his pockets.

His expression was unreadable, but it was clear he wasn’t interested in my sob story. Just as I was about to apologize for talking too much, he said something that caught me completely off guard. “Life happens,” he said, his voice calm but firm."I have a proposal for you,can earn you more than enough to pay off your debt ." “A proposal?” I echoed, confused. “Yes. A fake marriage; I need someone to pretend to be my wife,” he said, his piercing gaze meeting mine. “I’ll pay you a large sum upfront, and when our arrangement ends, you’ll get another substantial payment. It’s strictly business.”