Fake Marriage By Karrin Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“This bond ceremony ends here.” “She is not my mate.” He dropped the mic and walked out. He ran straight into Susan’s parents at the door. “Susan! What’s going on? Where are you going? The ceremony isn’t finished!” Aron looked at the sanctimonious couple, and rage finally broke its banks. He flung the box with the tape and papers at their feet. “I’m not marrying her.” “You know exactly why.” “And we will settle this—account by account.” He turned on his heel.

“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.

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.

He said, they turned to him confused. “The wedding is fake.” He added. “What the hell is going on?” Carl asked. ~ Malia paced in her room, she waited patiently for her phone to ring. Things didn't go as planned, things got messed up at the last minute. Her phone rang and her heart skipped a beat seeing the caller. She slowly picked up the call and placed the phone on her ear. “What the fuck?” The caller screamed and she flinched. She withdrew the phone from her ear for a few seconds before putting it back.

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