Fake Marriage Novels & Stories

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."

he said like an evil lawyer he is. "Son-in-law, help us please, I meant no harm." “That is why you stood to object?” I ask him, “see you were fooled by that woman, but you still came here and disrupted my wedding thus you need to pay the money.” “Clay love, are you serious, he wanted to tell you a little secret about your wife,” Hailee said arrogantly, “turns out she is only marrying you for a green card.” I laugh at her absurdity, “do you think I am stupid Miss Leech? I know Kaleah’s circumstance already.”

“Do you want them to keep dragging your name through the dirt? You’ve seen what they’re calling you. A user. A side piece. That’s their story. Unless we give them a better one.” “You mean your story.” “I mean ours,” I said, voice low. “Even if it’s fake.” She blinked, silenced for a second. I saw it…the crack in her armor. That stubborn flicker of hope fighting her pride. “Hold on one second. The marriage isn't real?” She asked. “Yes,” I nodded. “Actually, I made a mistake. It's just a fake engagement. I have no intentions of getting married yet.” She blinked again multiple times before looking around the room and back at me.

“As I was saying before the interruption, I think we could both make this work,” “How exactly?” I asked, voice low. “I'm proposing a fake marriage,” he said I frowned. “We had an authentic marriage,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. What the hell did he mean by a fake marriage? “Yes, yes of course we did,” he said, “but neither of us truly wanted this,” “What exactly is your plan?” I asked. “A happy marriage for the world, especially my dad. No intimacy, nothing real. We just have to keep up the act,” he replied.

I remembered she told me that he had a quiet wedding, so how on Earth did they break up when it's supposed to be a divorce? “Are the both of you not supposed to be married?” I asked her curiously because I don't understand what she's trying to say. “I forced him into getting married to me, and a few days ago he declared that it was actually a fake marriage and the pastor that appeared wasn't a real pastor because the person was hired to get the both of them married. Dave scammed me.” There I was thinking I was having the worst relationship life ever, and I didn't know what my friend was going through because I know that if Dave had done such a thing to me, he

"You two are engaged. The board expects a wedding in three months. How are we going to make this work?" "We make it look real," Malachi said simply. "For three months, Zendaya and I pretend to be a couple. We attend events together, we're seen in public, we convince everyone that we're in love. After the wedding, we maintain the marriage for a reasonable period—a years, maybe—and then we quietly divorce. By then, Zendaya will have proven herself as CEO and her marital status won't matter anymore." “A years," I repeated numbly. "Unless you want to make it longer," Malachi said, looking at me. "But I figured you'd want out as soon as possible."

I hate competition. Second, I can pay a single mother— maybe even two— to show up at the wedding, claiming Jason was once married to them. A scandal like that would force the court to stop the wedding immediately. Sounds stupid? Maybe. But with the right amount of money, I can make it look real. Fake DNA tests, bribed court officials— I can make anything happen. I know people who can forge documents so well that even the government won’t question them. One signature here, a few fake birth certificates there, and Jason will look like the biggest liar in the world. Emma will never trust him again.

My eyes scanned the words. Fake marriage- check. Duration 1year- check. Obey public appearances- check No questions asked- check. I blinked. I stared. I reread the last line. “Wait… wait a second,” I whispered. “Why am I marrying you if it’s fake?” He leaned back slightly in his chair, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “Because you’re perfect for the role,” he said casually. Cold. Controlled. Dangerous. I felt my stomach drop. “Perfect for the role? I… I don’t understand!”

she yelled which stop him in his track. "What?" He questioned. "The wedding and all is fake, am not getting married today" she said quickly. "I might be slow when it comes to love and all but don't think am stupid to the last core" he said. "It's the truth! It's just a pretence wedding to help boost Carolina and Mark company image" she said confusing him some more. "Do you remember the guy that was holding on to you at church? Well that was Mark and the lady who was helping with my bridal gown is Carolina. They just started a event planning company and they needed some thing to attract customers which led to all this false things " she told him.

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.