Fake Marriage Novels & Stories

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."

He was serious, and Delanie’s lips thinned as she wondered if Lexi would still be walking with her head held high after realizing her words had come to life. Most fake marriages were accompanied by real certification, but Wade wanted to ensure that his marriage with Lexi would also have a fake certificate. There was no other way due to the timelines, so they would have to rely on trust. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Mr. Thomas.” Wade smiled, relief washing over him as he kissed her hands continuously before rising to his feet. “Then let’s go.” “To where?” Delanie asked, confused. “To register our marriage,” Wade said excitedly, lifting her in his arms bridal style. Bu

He has this smug satisfied look on his face like he just won. And just like that I burst out laughing. Both men look at me like something has snapped and maybe it has. Looking at Killian I say in my most sweetest voice, " you know what you are right, it was quite foolish of me to think I can fake a marriage." I look at him dewy eyed. I feel Chris stiffen behind me but I'm on a roll. "You think I'm not married to Chris, which it's your own opinion by the way everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but I'm not fake married to Chris. I'm married, like husband and wife you may kiss the bride type of marriage. we share everything and guess what Killian...' I let the silence stretch longer then

" 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.

She couldn’t imagine her life without him anymore. But, at the same time, she knew they had a business deal. Scott paid for her family’s debts and, in return, she’d fake a marriage with him so he could get his grandfather’s company, which was still to happen as far as she was concerned. But a pregnancy at this stage? How was she going to tell him about it? What if he thought she was plotting it all along, just so she could continue to be his wife? What if Scott hated her for it and asked for a divorce as soon as she told him? She couldn’t even stand the idea of it.

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.

Like a manager or maybe a secretary, something she felt less suited for. But she was still curious and asked, "What kind of job?" "My wife." Jane burst out laughing afterwards. It wasn't the greatest joke she had ever heard, but it still sounded so ridicoulous to her. And her heart was skip a bit as well, actually. It turned out that this man was also good at flirting. "Listen. Marrying me is not easy, you know. First, you have to get me out of here. Second, you have to finance my entire life afterwards."