Fake Marriage Novels & Stories

I said, pushing her aside before apologizing to the agent again and sending her off. When I got back, Rachel was still standing in the hallway, looking furiously at me like she was demanding answers from me. "Aaron Matthews! We agreed that it was only going to be a fake divorce!" I looked at her like she was an idiot. "Have you forgotten that you've already married someone else?" "I have my difficulties. Also, my marriage to Max was also fake! And the child was an accident! I really didn't know how things turned out like this! "I don't know how Mom learned about his existence, and she told me that she was dying soon, and she wanted to see her grandson in her last days."

His hand brushed against mine intentionally, a lingering, scorching touch that made my fingers tremble. Kian flashed Julian a tight, corporate smile, but the moment my husband blinked, Kian’s gaze dropped straight to my high velvet collar, eyes flashing darkly. Cassian smirked openly. His tattooed fingers clamped tightly around the wine stem, his eyes pinning my lips with a predatory, shameless hunger. They were playing the game perfectly. We all pretended we had never met. We all pretended last night never happened. And as I stepped back, my heart hammering against my ribs, I desperately prayed to whatever god was listening that it would stay that way forever.

If Mr Benedetto had been my fiance all along, then it made sense I was getting married to him so soon after the failed wedding. Besides that, there would also be an explanation for the failed wedding in case the paparazzi dug it up, and it also wouldn't be as shameful as it would have been otherwise. All the blame would be on me. Most of it anyway, because it was understandable for a bride to leave the altar if the man there wasn't her fiance. But I was sure my aunt already had a backup story to explain that too. “Fuck your mother!” I said through gritted teeth, anger surging through me once more.

But this guy seemed different and also my situation made me bolder. "Oh no. I mean, we were here to register the marriage of my boss. And it's not as you think. It's a bit personal. He needed a contractual wife for a year, for his reasons. And the perfect girl I found for him, who agreed to come here was met with an accident. we only came to know about the news now. " Why does he say all these things to me, I thought? "Oh, I feel sad about that girl. But you can find another girl and marry her later right. it's not like she was his girlfriend."

Better to pay and be done with it than invite trouble into my life. “This might be bigger than we think. It’s not small money. The loan sharks have threatened — and she appears married to you. God forbid something happens to her, our name could get dragged into it. That won’t be good for business,” he tried to reason. Working for the state and higher-ups meant our operation required discretion. But what did a fake marriage have to do with any of this? “And maybe this crazy woman hunting you will see she’s married and stop trying to trap you!”

"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

He said, trying to be fair. But I knew better. My mind was already made up. I can't change it no matter how hard or unreasonable the arrangements may be. I thought. He went on. "I will read out the terms again." "Go on." I motioned him to go on. "You shall pretend to be married to me. We'll fake our marriage to my family and the public as a whole for merely 365 days. You will abide by all my rules for that period of time and In return for accepting my proposal, I'll shelter you and your son. Not to exclude, I will also help you find your long-last-seen Dad. What do you say?" Is it plausible?" He asked.

The tired lines around the man’s face nipped at his heart. “Did you drive all the way here to stare?” Alden asked, his hawk eyes sweeping over Steven. “Err.no… I have a situation and it's not with Alden Kings Inc. It's a personal matter.” “Okay?” “Marie and I started out with a fake marriage. Fake because it was for convenience and we didn't love each other. So she went out with this dude and he found out. He hit her too, so of course I had him locked up. But he's threatening to drag her name through mud. And I can't have that.”

“I even hear there is an app for it these days. “You go on there, find a woman you are compact-able with, draw up a contract, sign it, and voila you could be married by next week if your heart so desires.” Damn, this world was really becoming something else. It was quite amusing to think that so many people needed fake spouses to the point that there was now an app for it. And here I was thinking that my circumstances were peculiar. “Wait, don’t tell me you are actually considering it.” Sam asked laughing. “You must really be desperate huh?” “No I wasn’t.” I lied, ordering myself another drink in an attempt to hide my embarrassment. “You so were.” He replied, laughing even harder.

The only option was to find someone and pretend they had already registered their marriage. That, she realized, was the only way out of this situation. If she was "married" to someone else, she couldn't possibly marry Wade. Janice made up her mind instantly. She wasn't going to marry a stranger for real—that would be reckless. Instead, she would hire an actor to play the role. Once she and her fake partner made a scene at the wedding, everything would collapse. As for Wade, Janice decided she would no longer wait for him.