Fake Marriage By Karrin Novels & Stories

this fake pregnancy to around five or six months, then stage a tragic miscarriage right before the ceremony. Stress-induced. Perfectly common. Nothing anyone could have prevented. Darius would comfort me. We'd grieve together. It would bond us in ways a real pregnancy never could because I'd control every aspect of the loss, could time it perfectly to make him feel protective and devoted. Then we'd get married anyway because we'd already sent invitations, because we'd come so far, because what else would we do after planning a future together? The plan wasn't perfect. I'd have to figure out the miscarriage logistics—which friend I could pay to play another doctor, what symptoms I'd need to f

“Honestly, it doesn’t even matter whether she agrees or not. The marriage papers were fake. They were not real.” Rayan’s eyes lit up in surprise. “They were not real?” Kenny nodded. “Yes. I never signed anything officially. She thought she had me trapped, but it was all fake.” Rayan let out a small laugh. “Well then, you have nothing to worry about.”Rayan said, smiling, Kenny smiled too. “Exactly. It’s time to clean up everything.” Rayan could not believe that Kenny had everything planned out so well. He had seen that Sophia might end up refusing to sign the divorce papers, and he came up with something, using fake marriage documents.

But I know she can't see me as my car windows are tinted. I saw disappointment on Melvin's face and guessed her answer. But soon he was stopped by her. Then after a brief conversation, Melvin came and informed me that she agreed. I kept a straight face as if it doesn't matter. But I was relieved that she agreed. Otherwise, I will be doomed in front of Grandpa. Melvin was checking the documents, while he said I can sit inside the office to quickly do the procedures. I agreed as I have already wasted enough precious time for today. When I stepped out unknowingly my eyes took a glimpse of her again. our eyes got locked, but as she could not bear my intimidating stare she looked down. And a smal

“We’ve been practicing like fucking rabbits, but she wants to do it the right way.” Kai chuckled, “which is?” “Well, no fucking offense. But you know how the song goes.” “Ah,” Malachi replied. “First comes love, then the fake marriage to Kennedy, then a divorce, another marriage, and then the baby in the babycarriage?” We all laughed, except for Kennedy. Who probably doesn’t want to laugh in case it gives her wrinkles. “Yeah, we’re not exactly the typical love story. But Kennedy told you about her and Cas marriage?” I asked Kai. I didn't think she would want people to know the truth.

"Have you found her?" "Not yet." Disappointment flickered across her face. "But we're getting closer." "I hope so," she whispered. “But we found Richard Carter.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “Really?! Where is he?” Leon hesitated for a moment before answering. “Well… unfortunately, he passed away about 10 years ago.” “Oh…” Miriam muttered. “That's sad.” Leon nodded in agreement. “According to what we found about him, he wasn't exactly genuine. He was a con artist. Faked his identity, committed several financial crimes, used women to his advantage… and the likes.”

“I’ll lay it out for you. I’m at risk of being deported due to a clerical error. I need to get legally married to stay, and the marriage would have to be legit on paper. Any questions or interviews that Immigration has would have to be answered and satisfied. The marriage would be kept between us. In exchange, I’m willing to offer fifty thousand dollars as a bonus for a client that you’ll take on shortly. A very big client. That’s just the first step in your promotion. For landing said client, there will be others, and after a year, or perhaps sooner, once I have what I need, the marriage will be legally terminated.” My mouth drops open in shock. “You can’t…you can’t talk about marriage like

He leaned over to kiss my cheek, praising: "I knew it, my Halen is the kindest, most sensible woman." He didn't know. At this moment, all my love for him thoroughly died in this heavy rain with that "okay". --- Three days later, as the nominal mistress of the Smith family, I took Killian's arm and attended a charity dinner in Manhattan. Even if that was a fake marriage certificate, in the eyes of outsiders, I was still Killian's only partner. Or rather, the only trophy. Halfway through the banquet, Killian let go of my hand. "I'm going to see a partner, I'll be back soon."

I walk closer and touch it. Like, I have seen this tattoo before? I looked at his eyes but saw mischief in them. I suddenly moved away, remembering he was half naked. I clear my throat and go back in front of the mirror. I put on some light makeup and scolded myself when my hand shook. "Hmm," Wilson said before going to our walk-in closet. We need to stay in one room because many eyes are watching us. I, my secretary, Wilson, and Andrea's nanny know about the fake marriage.

“Don’t kid yourself, Leon. I’m not your wife. I’m your fake wife. A convenient arrangement with an expiration date.” Leon’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. “That’s not true-” “Not true?” I cut him off, my voice rising. “What’s true about any of this? In a few months, this will all be over. You’ll go your way, I’ll go mine, and you can do whatever you want. Isn’t that what we agreed?” For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His silence only fueled my anger. “Are you worried about Owen?” I added sarcastically, “the handsome scholar who might ruin the carefully calibrated image of your precious marriage? Or is it the thought of your wife moving on too quickly—with her old classmate—that bother

I'd probably be dead by now. "So, have fun girl." Courtney said with a perky attitude. "With the fake couple thing, I mean." "I won't, but no one can know about the fake part. Alright?" I told her. "Of course." She nodded. .