Novel & Cerita Fake Marriage By Karrin

"So you're going to be married off to an old man with a lot of warts?" Jenna sighed and pursed her lips, "Yeah! So my father started a business some time ago with a loan from that warty man. Then my incompetent father was tricked and went bankrupt in an instant. He was threatened with going to jail if he didn't pay his debt," Jenna explained with an unpleasant tone. "Who had the idea of ​​that ridiculous matchmaking ?" asked Adam. "Of course that warty old man! He's a pervert! From the way he looks at me, I can judge his character!" Jenna mumbled, shivering with horror.

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

MICHELLE’S POV. “No,” Kieran answered flatly, pushing me aside. I stumbled back a step but caught myself. My heart was already racing, and his cold tone only made it worse. “Kieran, listen to me,” I said quickly, stepping back in front of him. “Just think about it. Sarah faked the pregnancy to get married to Damien —” “To get rid of you,” he corrected. “Sarah was just insecure. She didn't like the idea that an ex will bear her husband's children.”

Each marriage was an act, a performance executed with precision. It wasn’t always smooth. There had been close calls, like the time a suspicious mother-in-law hired a private investigator to dig into her past. Fedora had spent three weeks crafting a flawless cover story, complete with fake social media accounts, old emails, and staged “family” photos. When the investigator presented his findings, everything checked out. Another time, an ex-client's real fiancée showed up at an event, demanding answers. Fedora played dumb, feigned confusion, and walked away before things could unravel.

She left school from Chicago without telling anyone, and journeyed to secretly be present at his court wedding in place of her brother, who was not able to attend because of an investor meeting for his start-up company on the same day. With a twist in fate, Stacy convinced Carlton to be the stand-in bride for him after she realized that he was in a dilemma, and registered as his bride at court so that he could send the proof to his grandfather. A follow-up visit to the old man in Seattle confirmed their marriage, and a mansion feast sealed their fake marriage, all without Stacy's family knowledge. She wanted it that way. That guilt had always suffocated Carlton, even if he had control over t

"Is there an instruction manual on how to marry a Callahan man? Preferably one that doesn't end with me killing him in his sleep." "No, but that'd be a fantastic idea. Look, okay, this is so weird, but we all pretty much have some version of your story. I think it might be an extremely specific fetish with these guys." "What is a fetish?" "Marriage! I mean, making a contract marriage. Then turning it real through sheer force of sexy will." I hesitate, some of my anger disappearing. "That happened to you?" "Yep. And to Ash, and to Dara. I'm betting Finn did it first then all the guys got together and were like, yo, bro, you can totally get chicks to wife up if you pretend it's fake at first t

She pulled me aside, sent me a voice recording, and quickly left. My fingers trembled as I pressed play. "Why are you working with Mr. Carrington Senior to let Tristan replace Maxwell's identity?" "I plan to register my marriage with Max on his birthday. As long as he has me, Max can live well even if he's not the scion of the Carrington family. But things are different for Tris. He'll be left with nothing once he divorces me. Am I supposed to let him go back to singing in bars?" Every word pierced my eardrums like an ice pick. My mind went blank, and a buzzing sound filled my ears.

Tears began streaming down my face before I could stop them. It was hard to believe. Just hours ago, Mark had registered his marriage with another woman, yet there he was, spinning me around in celebration. I was not even worth the truth to him. I was nothing more than a pet he kept at home for amusement. We had been together for three years, and I had brought up marriage countless times. However, Mark always avoided the topic. When he could not avoid it anymore, he would make vague promises, feeding me false hope. "I will marry you soon, Claire," he would say.

Anytime she thought about what happened to her nine months ago on her wedding day it scared her and that was one of the reasons why she had tried to Damien desperately after he made the offer of marriage to her but he was unavoidable. ‘Eva, take it easy. This isn't a real wedding, it's just a contract marriage about two people getting married for their benefits. It's not going to be like the last one because there is no ceremony, you just have to go to the Civil Affairs Office and get the marriage certificate.’ Eva thought to herself. ‘Don’t be delusional, marriage is marriage. How are you so sure of yourself that Damien wouldn't disappoint you just like Mark did.’ she had the voice of the l

I signed where indicated. And then it was done. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Marriage in a dress I had chosen myself, holding a certificate with both our names on it, trying to locate the feeling I was supposed to have in this moment. I'm married. I am Mrs. Hills. I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now.