Fake Marriage By Karrin Novels & Stories

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.

"Mrs. Arden, didn't Jonathan have cancer and only have a short time left to live? Then his suicide couldn't have come at a better time. Now he can pass away peacefully without suffering from the disease." Penelope was left speechless. With no other choice, she dropped to her knees and pleaded, "Charlotte, Jonathan's cancer is fake, but his suicide attempt is real. You two at least had a wedding and got a marriage certificate. Can't you save him one more time for the sake of whatever connection you still have?" Charlotte crouched down and sobbed uncontrollably. She knew she had been deceived. For the sake of a fake medical record, she had gone through a sham wedding with Jonathan, obtained a

The apartment was full of books, art, music—signs of a complex personality at odds with Jane's description. "People can surprise you," she echoed his words from the night before. "Indeed they can." Something shifted in his expression—a crack in the cold facade. "For instance, I was surprised to discover my arranged bride had sent an imposter in her place. Almost as surprised as when I learned why." "Why what?" "Why Jane couldn't face me herself." His knuckles whitened around his wine glass. "Tell me, did she mention Marcus Kane when she convinced you to take her place?"

So I pressed my forehead against his, sucked in a deep breath that completely had his scent then began to speak. “You and I are a team. We agreed to be one. To be there for each other. To help each other. And that is what I'd do. Marriage was never part of my life goals, just like being in a relationship. But like we are fake dating, we can simply fake marry…” “We can't fake a mating ceremony, Arwa.” “But it doesn't have to be real for me. I can do it, and when you find my family, I leave. Isn't that fake?”

“Although I’m a man as well and I have the same parts you have, I still think that you should put on some clothes before we start talking.” “That’s not necessary.” Zachary’s eyes were filled with disdain as he stared coldly at Garrison. “I think you know very well the reason I want to be with her despite the repercussions.” Garrison’s eyes turned glassy. “Yeah.” Zachary smirked coldly. “So what are you going to do?” Garrison’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down in his throat, and his thick, long eyelashes veiled the disappointment in his eyes. “I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I've already made up my mind. If Carlie wants to continue our fake marriage to cover up her real identity, I wi

"I'm here because Selene Liraine paid me 100 thousand dollars to pretend to be her and attend the wedding in her place." The entire hall erupted in chaos. "What? She paid someone to marry on behalf of her?" "Good God, has Selene lost her mind?" As the truth came out, color drained completely from Daniel's and Rebecca's faces. My father's temper finally snapped. He jabbed a finger at Daniel, shouting, "You Liraines! How dare you—especially Selene—turn my son's marriage into a joke?! This is preposterous!" My mother's eyes were red with anger. She stormed up the stage, shielding me behind her, her voice cold as ice. "This wedding is over. From this day on, the Schreiber family has nothing more

Outside the room, Karina was dancing with joy for two reasons, the first because Justin hugged her, and the second because Justin ate her cooking. "God, if this marriage isn't fake, I'm sincere, I'm willing," Karina said to the room that Justin had shown earlier. "We’ll see Justin! You will fall in love with me!" she added slamming into the gray bed. Fate is indeed unpredictable, who would have thought that Karina would meet her idol, even get married? Even if it was just a fake marriage.

"I never suggested you were. But my mother is exceptionally perceptive, and you're not a practiced liar." "Maybe that's a good thing," I countered. "Maybe my inexperience at deception will read as authenticity." His lips twitched, almost forming what might have been a smile. "Perhaps." His hand covered mine where it rested on his arm, his fingers brushing over the vintage ring. "Ready to meet your future mother-in -law?" Despite everything, the absurdity of our arrangement, the simple kiss that morning, Marco's warnings, I found myself oddly determined to succeed at this charade.

She spoke her usual divisive words, but this time, they didn't land. Maria wrapped her arms around his, pressing herself against him. “Well, since she’s gone, when should Sophie and I move in? And while you're at it, how about a proper Luna ceremony for me?” But Albert shoved her away. “Don’t touch me!” “What Luna ceremony? This is my home with Grace. I won’t have outsiders here!” “And don’t forget, I told you that ceremony was fake. My Luna is Grace, and only Grace!” Maria was stunned by his violent reaction, but her shock quickly turned to anger.