Fake Husband Novels & Stories

Charlie rubbed his nose awkwardly as he answered, “Uhm… I’m your best friend’s husband!” Loreen replied in a somewhat indifferent tone, “I know. A fake husband and a fake marriage for four years. I wonder how much longer this make-believe game will last.”

It was obvious that this person knew enough about her to even know what she has with Morgan is fake. “What do you mean by saying my husband is fake?” She asked, hoping it wasn't what she was thinking. “Oh common pumpkin, don't play dumb with me. We both know that's true, your marriage is fake.” Olivia fell silent, her heart beating rapidly. “Who exactly are you?” She suddenly asked. The man fell into laughter, “My pumpkin Is so cute when she is curious. Like I said, don't worry about me, worry about yourself.” “Your fake husband is a selfish and ambitious capitalist, he wouldn't do anything that won't give him profit. Do you think he'd come to get you, when he

The apartment was full of books, art, music—signs of a complex personality at odds with Jane's description. "People can surprise you," she echoed his words from the night before. "Indeed they can." Something shifted in his expression—a crack in the cold facade. "For instance, I was surprised to discover my arranged bride had sent an imposter in her place. Almost as surprised as when I learned why." "Why what?" "Why Jane couldn't face me herself." His knuckles whitened around his wine glass. "Tell me, did she mention Marcus Kane when she convinced you to take her place?"

He said, trying to be fair. But I knew better. My mind was already made up. I can't change it no matter how hard or unreasonable the arrangements may be. I thought. He went on. "I will read out the terms again." "Go on." I motioned him to go on. "You shall pretend to be married to me. We'll fake our marriage to my family and the public as a whole for merely 365 days. You will abide by all my rules for that period of time and In return for accepting my proposal, I'll shelter you and your son. Not to exclude, I will also help you find your long-last-seen Dad. What do you say?" Is it plausible?" He asked.

My college classmate, Dewey Watson, had become a lawyer. When the call connected, I could hear my own voice trembling. "Hello? Is this Mr. Watson? This is Madeline Shaw. I'd like to ask if a husband cheats during marriage, fabricates debts, and conspires with a third party to defraud his wife, how many years could he face? "Also, if he used eight years of his wife's income to repay fake debts without her knowledge, can that money be recovered?"

"But he isn't the one holding my hand right now." What the hell. She was playing. She was making a mistake. I did my best to stay composed. I tried to smile. I tried to show she was joking. Then the cameraman asked. “Why did you say that? We know Mr. Santiago is your husband.” She blinked. “Is he? I remember divorcing him six years ago.” Then she immediately pressed her palm to her mouth, faking innocence. “Ups. Sorry. We are married. Happily even. Dante is the villain. Mateo isn’t.”

Like he did not know what to do, nor what to say. ‘Laugh it off.’ Shira suggested. I laughed. A fake, put on laughter, all for the benefit of Zaine. “Too much drink, again, I think.” I rested my head upon his shoulder and he smiled. “Yeah?” His expression was unreadable. “Imagine tolerating you for longer than I needed to.” He quickly added, all but repeating my earlier words, and I smiled, glad that he wasn’t making this awkward. He seemed to have taken the get out I had offered. He did not want to use my offer of a fake relationship to trick his parents so he was not forced into an arranged marriage. I understood that. We were good as friends. I cannot imagine us as anything else, fake or

I pulled it out, the weight of it heavier than it should have been, and opened it to reveal a neatly printed document. I read through it quickly, feeling a knot form in my stomach. It was a fabricated backstory, a story of how Adrian and I met—a perfect, polished version of our relationship that sounded too good to be true. According to this, we’d met at a charity event, and our connection had been instant. We’d fallen in love quickly, and the marriage had been a natural step in our relationship. The story was charming, yes, but also a lie. A lie that would have to be sold tonight because apparently, his family had no idea we were on a contract marriage.

It wasn’t rocket science, anyone could see that he was responsible for this damage. I had to give him credit. He was thorough, making sure to include a set of fake documents showing the agreement of a contract marriage, complete with forged signatures of Hazel and I. The whole thing was stupid, we weren’t even in a contract marriage, it didn’t make any sense. It portrayed me as the exact monster the world expected of me. Headlines about a speculated inheritance. Interviews from soon-to-be ex-employees claiming my relationship with Hazel came out of nowhere, since they had never seen her before they heard news of our wedding. There were even sonogram photos of a child who sure as shit wasn’t

he blurted out of nowhere. “Are you seriously kidding me right now?” He smirked. “Of course not. I am serious. Let’s get married. Let’s make this whole thing real. We were supposed to get married anyway. Remember, we are still engaged.” “Oh my gosh, you still remember that fake engagement?” “That engagement brings us closer together, thanks to your dad.” “I wonder how dad would react if he knew about our relationship.”