Fake Marriage By Karrin Novels & Stories

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

And it wasn’t even the most complicated part of the plan. She was caught between the strange thrill of it all and the overwhelming confusion. The whole ‘fake dating’ thing had seemed so simple when Cassian had laid it out—‘be seen together, look like a couple, act like it’s real’. It sounded straightforward, right? Just two people pretending to be something they weren’t. But now? Now, everything felt like it was spiraling.

I clearly remember telling you before that I'm already married to someone else. Michelle's face turned a bright purple color at once. She had been used to my flattery and giving in, and wanted to yell back at me instinctively. However, she forced it back down and instead glared hatefully at Isabella. Meanwhile, Lucas was on the verge of a breakdown. He grabbed Isabella by the neck and roared, "You lied to me!" "I… I have my reasons…" Isabella croaked as she struggled against his grip. "Reasons?" Lucas exclaimed. "You're fake! Everything is fake! Your identity is fake. The kid… The kid is fake as well, isn't he?"

he said like an evil lawyer he is. "Son-in-law, help us please, I meant no harm." “That is why you stood to object?” I ask him, “see you were fooled by that woman, but you still came here and disrupted my wedding thus you need to pay the money.” “Clay love, are you serious, he wanted to tell you a little secret about your wife,” Hailee said arrogantly, “turns out she is only marrying you for a green card.” I laugh at her absurdity, “do you think I am stupid Miss Leech? I know Kaleah’s circumstance already.”

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.

It was Enzo calling, and knowing what he had for me had to do with June, I, of course printed to my phone and slid the answer button. “Go…” “So turns out your girl isn’t actually married…” way to say the obvious. “But like everyone else, she thought she was.” I frowned at those words. “Ten years ago she did go to the bureau office to register her marriage with Rick, but turns out at the time he bribed a staff to forge a fake one.” My blood boiled at over a hundred degrees in a matter of seconds. My grip on the phone tightened, my breathing was fast and shallow, a sign that someone needed to actually die before I could calm down.

KARLA Wedding gown, veil, flowers, makeup. It seemed I was staring at someone else in the mirror. It is my wedding day. I lowered my gaze as nervousness kicked in at the realization that this was really happening. I was getting married to Killian Cabello. The Almighty Alpha of Maryland. Fake or not, my life has changed forever. Even if we go our separate ways later, I will always be known as Alpha Killian's ex-wife or his baby mama. No one will see me beyond that, because beyond that, I was just an Omega who was hauled into a loveless marriage because of a debt.

“I've been so stupid…” “Clara, no. There's nothing going on between me and him anymore. We broke up a year before he got married to you. I've moved on.” “With Ronan?” she said bitterly. “How convenient.” “That’s not—” “Oh, please,” she cut in, her voice sharp now. “You really think the world buys that sudden fairytale? The fake relationship, the press, the staged interviews? Everyone sees through it, Sarra.” “It’s not fake anymore,” I said quietly.

“Charlene Rosarios. Born August 19, 1996. From Pasi, Iloilo.” She froze. “I know everything about you. Even your secrets.” “You investigated me?!” she shouted. “I need to know my fake wife.” “Never! I’ll sue you!” “Is a million not enough?” “Keep it!” she snapped, storming out. Kerill exhaled slowly, staring at the door. “This won’t be the last time we meet,” he murmured.

“I know it’s important. I’m trying to remember but I can’t think straight right now.” Jenna sighed. “Okay. Listen to me. I think you need to cut your losses and get out.” “What?” “Fake the miscarriage now before the wedding. Tell Adrian you lost the baby and then leave. We’ll find another way to trap him later. An even better way. One that doesn’t involve you potentially going to jail for fraud.” “I’m not going to jail.” “You could if this blows up in your face. If Adrian has proof that you faked a pregnancy to blackmail him into marriage, that’s a crime, Vanessa. A serious one.”