Fake Marriage Novels & Stories

She frowned and said, “W-what, are you talking about? He is my husband. I’m going back to him!” He sighed and sat in front of her. “You are not his wife; the paper you both signed is not legal, so your marriage is void,” Martin explained, surprising her even more. “N-no!” She shook her head, unable to believe what she had heard. “That’s not true! You’re lying!” she shouted at Martin. “While you were unconscious, I investigated Mateo Villalobos and discovered that your marriage was fake. And he is now happily married to model Chloe Cain.”

“You just met him like a week ago, and now he wants you to meet his mother? That’s rare, and he’s a gem. I say, marry him and make some cute babies.” I rolled my eyes. “Unbelievable.” It may sound good, getting married, planning a future together, living in a pretty neighborhood, and popping out babies, but that dream would be impossible for me after a year. Knowing that my name would forever be a divorcee to Lake Winston, I didn’t think someone would ever be interested in me, but this was life. I needed money, and he needed a fake wife. “Hey!” One of the girls with pretty heavy makeup called us. They were probably one of those TikTok girls or I*******m models.

he blurted out of nowhere. “Are you seriously kidding me right now?” He smirked. “Of course not. I am serious. Let’s get married. Let’s make this whole thing real. We were supposed to get married anyway. Remember, we are still engaged.” “Oh my gosh, you still remember that fake engagement?” “That engagement brings us closer together, thanks to your dad.” “I wonder how dad would react if he knew about our relationship.”

There is not a bit of hope left in her. He gives her an owlish look. As she rolls her eyes and says "do not try to convince me. Mr. Tedd. We are off boundaries." Her voice was shaky. Julien keeps the silence ahead of her protest as he shrugs and says "I don't give a damn. It's a fake marriage, remember. Today you will sleep here on the floor as said. Tomorrow if you want to stroll around the city, be my guest." He dismisses himself as he rolls his sleeves and turns around to see her anguish look. "Sorry, but I would rather not."

“A fake relationship is a fineable offense, but a fake engagement is corporate fraud, and if the board catches us lying about a marriage, they won't just fire me—they’ll blackball my license and sue you for breach of contract." "They won't catch us because we aren't going to look like we're lying," Stefan said, his strides effortless as he closed the distance between us again, his massive frame completely cutting off the exit until I was trapped between his chest and the brickwork, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the sharp metallic tang of the arena air.

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 replied. "Did you obtain a marriage certificate?" she inquired. "Yes." "Where did you get it from?" "City Hall." "Is it a legitimate marriage certificate processed by the official department?" "Yes." "Then you should plead not guilty," Iris stated confidently. The man looked bewildered. "They told me my guilt is confirmed and I could face five to ten years." "How much did you profit from this arrangement?" Iris asked. "80,000." "You can plead not guilty. For a fraud charge to hold, there must be fabricated facts. You and the woman married legally, and the marriage certificate is valid. How can that be deemed a fake marriage?" Iris immediately managed to ide

Or for him to commend us for not fighting yet. What I didn't expect was for him to tell us that we’re about to be assigned our first official mission. My joy instantly knew no bounds, but before a word could be said, he continued. “This job is very important and critical. The basics of it is that you two are gonna get married and act as husbands for the duration the mission would hold.” As those words echoed through my mind, I almost fainted from shock in that very moment.

He continues explaining the tasks that we’ll need to complete, but I can’t hear a thing anymore. It was hard for me to pay attention to anything work-related today. After our girls’ night out on Friday, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Michelle’s suggestion, since it seems to be the only option for me to keep my apartment. What would the outcome be if I decided to go through with the fake marriage idea? What are the risks if the immigration office finds out I’ve committed marriage fraud? I avoided searching for information online about the topic how not to be tagged as a potential criminal. I’ve always been a good girl, following the rules. I recycle

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some