Fake Marriage Novels & Stories

"Guess so. But I have a plan. Let's pretend we're in love. We have to go through with the marriage because that's what they want." "I told you, divorce is not an option in our family." "But we can fake it." "Fake what?" "The marriage – our wedding. I have a friend, whose father is a judge. We can talk to him and make a deal. All we have to do is fake the marriage registration. I will take care of everything." "Do you think our dads wouldn't know that?" "They won't know. Let's take the risk. You're the one who doesn't want to marry me, and that's the only way I can think of for you to be free from the situation we're facing now."

"This marriage is fake!" Everyone gasps, and Adam pulls me close to him. Someone pushes a microphone towards the waitress, and she gives the journalist a big, fake smile. "Adam Owens is a fraud, and you shouldn't believe his lies. I'm his real wife, and I want what's mine!" She snarled. "That's right, everyone. I'm his real wife." Nina Dobrev. The gold digging waitress who married Adam in Vegas and as she calls herself; his real wife, or realish at least.

" she broke down. "What is the relationship between you two tell me the truth " "he -h-he is my f-fiancé " she spoke looking down. "WHAT ?? are you serious right now, you are getting married, after playing with Cable's feeling " Alex was beyond mad at Emma and beyond concern about cable. "NO no it’s not like that " he kneels down Infront of him "let me explain the whole thing, it is a forced marriage by my father, he wanted me to marry Alexander. "

He watched Zara. Her shoulders were up. Hands wrapped around the mug like it could keep her warm. He had to say it now. Before Marcus did. Before the results came and Obasi moved. "Zara." She turned. Slow. Eyes red. She’d been crying. Damien cleared his throat. "Marry me." The mug in her hand didn’t shake. But her breath did. "Excuse me?" "Marry me," he said again. No fluff. "Fake marriage. Legal. Six months. Maybe a year. Till this blows over."

" Why??? I would have killed him for what I understood he said. How can I stand there and not react if a man asks you to get married. You are my girlfriend. Right? " " Fake girlfriend... " " Not anymore. You have had a crush on me, as you said half an hour ago. So that makes you my real girlfriend. " " No.. " " Why not now? " He was smiling. " No, but that is a different thing. I had a crush on you. That doesn't mean that I become your girlfriend. You have feelings for some one else. So... " " Shhh... you speak a lot. But Just don't speak what you need to. Listen carefully, beautiful... you should have told me that you had crush on me. Do you know I am on top of the world right now. I love y

real. All the other kisses were for the sake of the whole fake boyfriend thing. And now that I bring it up, we're still supposed to be fake dating. We never told anyone that we 'broke up' yet. But I don't want to fake break up. But I don't want to be his fake girlfriend either, because I want to be his real girlfriend. Ugh, I'm a mess!

The auctioneer announced, "And now, for our final and most mysterious item of the evening, a painting from an anonymous donor—‘Priceless’ Love!" A giant red curtain was pulled away. An oil painting was revealed. It depicted Fiorella in a wedding dress and Caius in a suit, painted like gaudy 18th-century nobles. The style was a caricature of classical portraiture, their proportions comical, their expressions stiff and self-satisfied. But the killing blow was the frame. Obscenely lavish, it glittered with a cheap, blinding light—it was crusted with fake diamonds that anyone with an eye for quality could spot from a mile away.

"Hey baby, I'm really sorry. My mom wants me to take over the family business. I don't have a choice but to end things. Take the money and live well." Before he could say more, Mrs. Smith cut in again, her voice full of poison. "You heard him. You're just a nobody. No one's ever going to marry a gold digger like you." The bride had had enough. Her anger boiled over. "Do you think I care about your stupid money?" she snapped. "I'd never marry a fake like your son!" She yanked off her veil and threw it on the floor. Gripping her bouquet tightly, she stormed over to Liam Hamilton, who was still trying to wrap his head around everything happening.

Which wasn’t that fake after all. She had to cover Emma’s mouth every once in a while to prevent her from screaming or making noises inside the library but Florence was able to tell everything she could remember, keeping the steamy details of their nights together, of course. Emma didn’t need to know that much anyway. “Holy sh*t,” Emma whispered, trying to put the pieces together in her mind. “I thought you were faking your marriage. Is he good? In bed, I mean.” Florence’s jaw opened in shock.

Mia replied, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. They chatted briefly, with small talk, harmless questions, and polite laughter. Mia played her role perfectly, nodding when needed, smiling on cue, pretending her heart wasn’t racing out of control. All the while, Max watched. He watched his cousins’ reactions, the way their eyes flicked to the ring, the way their tone shifted when they realized this wasn’t a joke or a rumour. Everything was noted. Everything mattered. And as the minutes passed, Mia could only hope that the night would end soon. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep up with the facade of being Max Hult fiancée. it was hard to force a smile.