Fake Marriage By Karrin Novels & Stories

Jane shook her head violently, but Christopher pressed on firmly. "She was terrified because Mr. Carrington had never touched her. She even wondered if he was uninterested in women. So, we devised a plan. One evening, we ensured Mr. Carrington was heavily drunk. We undressed him and Jane stayed in the bed beside him to stage the scene. When he woke up and saw her there, he was horrified and, feeling trapped by honor and family pressure, agreed to take responsibility. The wedding was planned to cover the truth." "Lies!" Jane shouted, "All of it! He’s a paid actor! Zayn fabricated this!"

I couldn't stop ruminating about the possibility of a pregnancy if something truly happened between us. Is it possible that I had slept with a man I knew nothing about? I rushed to the bathroom to check myself for signs. My face shone with delight when I realized that my fears were pointless. 4 DAYS LATER I had decided to go through with the fake marriage. I can't even imagine losing this opportunity because of a worthless and irresponsible man. I already considered the good and bad sides to it and it would be worth my trouble. A call from an unknown ID jolted me from my thoughts. The voice which greeted me was so familiar, I couldn't miss it for any other man's voice. He had a cool baritone

"I didn't mean that. I mean, I don't think I meant that. I just haven't spent time with anyone else like this, besides Kanda." "What about all of those wives of yours?" Trisha demanded. "Haven't you been married some times before?" "That wasn't the same." Ryan was frowning at her now, not moving at all. "All of those marriages, none of them were real. They were just a screen for the world. We used each other so that questions would stop being asked, we had our own lives."

he said, "whoever dares to impersonate his wife has some nerve. He's known his wife since childhood—they grew up together. How could he ever mistake someone else for her?" Beside me, my younger cousin Hailey's face flushed with anger, tears welling up in her eyes. "Mary, what is going on here? Why are they accusing you of being an impostor? Wasn't it always decided that you and Cain would marry? Didn't we come here to prepare for your wedding?"

Instead, my screen was flooded with notifications from colleagues and acquaintances who had suddenly decided we were best friends the moment I married Russell Miller. Sharon, congratulations! You'll be inviting us over for a housewarming party after the honeymoon, right? Sharon, you sly girl! You didn't want to admit you were dating Russell, so you used a fake name for the registry, right? Sweetie, you gave me the biggest shock of my life! No one had any idea your husband was Russell Miller. How did you land him? I need to follow your footsteps! I scrolled through the endless barrage of messages, a bitter taste in my mouth. None of them got a reply.

"I'm laughing at you for being a total idiot. You actually took the fake ID that I gave you and tried to marry someone with it. What a fool!" Mira felt as if she had been struck by lightning. "Y-You gave me a fake ID? How could you?" "Why not? You tried to trick someone into marrying you by impersonating me, so I impersonated you and married Theodore. I think we're even now, no?" I hung up and immediately returned to the apartment to grab the suitcases that I had packed beforehand. I then called a moving service to move all my belongings to the new house that I had started renting a week ago.

She came closer and continued, “I will allow you and Max to fake getting married before that wicked woman dies. But only on one condition... You will have to give me Gerald for that period.” “You want me to exchange husbands with you? What kind of drugs are you on?” Amani hissed. “This shouldn't be hard. Your marriage to Gerald is fake after all.” “Fake?” I chuckled. “If it's fake, how come Gerald and I took a trip to Connecticut and spent a day and a half making love in a beautiful beach suite?” “What? You two had sex for that—” “Oh, yes, we did!” I lied. “Gerald couldn't have enough of me. I couldn't even go outside to sightsee.”

“By the way, I was just curious to know who the pretty chick from yesterday was?” “Who?” I asked, pretending not to know that he was speaking of Ella. “The fact that you spent that much time with her in your office had me wondering if she was the next target…” he chuckled mischievously, as he said those words. “Alright… that's enough. She's an artist, and she came to talk business.” I disliked it when Lucas spoke of struggle with my sexual addiction in that way. “There's nothing more to it. We'll talk when I get to the office.”

I was ready to leave and seconds later, I was in the car prepared for my sister, on my way to the church, where I would meet my future husband, a stranger whom I would spend the rest of my life with, pretending to be someone I was not. Why did Kareen have to do this without an indication? I recalled how joyous she was, chattering about nothing but her matrimony to the love of her life. I remembered the sparks in her eyes whenever she spoke of her groom. Where did all that go, why did she leave her groom at the altar like this. Did she ever think of how melancholic he would be, did she ever think of anyone but herself when she left that note? She was the meticulous one among us yet, here I wa