Fake Marriage Novels & Stories

So I pressed my forehead against his, sucked in a deep breath that completely had his scent then began to speak. “You and I are a team. We agreed to be one. To be there for each other. To help each other. And that is what I'd do. Marriage was never part of my life goals, just like being in a relationship. But like we are fake dating, we can simply fake marry…” “We can't fake a mating ceremony, Arwa.” “But it doesn't have to be real for me. I can do it, and when you find my family, I leave. Isn't that fake?”

Mirabel asked, clearly trying to make sense of what she’d just heard. Valeria let out a frustrated sigh. “Yes! Well, it’s a fake wedding, but that’s not the point! It’s happening! I can’t back out now.” Mirabel’s laughter rang out, but it wasn’t the light, carefree laugh that Valeria was used to. It sounded strained. “Okay, let me get this straight. You’re pretending to be his fiancée, then pretending to be his wife, and you’re telling me this is for a business deal? Is that really what’s going on here?”

“I need to marry to take over Ambrosia. You need to marry to get away from your uncle. Seems like a no-brainer solution.” I stared at him, still stunned. “We can get a divorce once we both have what we want.” he added. “You get your trust after one month of a stable marraige, I get the board once they’re convinced this is real, which shouldn’t take long.” My brain scrambled to keep up. “Well?” he asked, searching my face for an answer. “Should I make the arrangements?” Was this really happening? Was I actually sitting in an office agreeing to a fake marriage with a man I barely knew, whose lap I’d accidentally landed in and whose ring I’d accidentally stolen?

"But is that... sir, why on earth do you think you'll propose a wedding and I'll accept? I don't even know you! What part of I don't know who you are is the part you don't quite understand! Why on earth would I marry you?" "Because it's all a sham, it won't even be a real marriage". Those words caught the woman's attention, and she gave him a moment of full attention. "A farce? What are you talking about? Are you trying to involve me in a fraud?" "No, of course not. I just need you to be my fake wife". "Fake wife?" Amelia asked, with a touch of humor, but he seemed to be serious, the man who had chased her down the street, just to propose to her, seemed to be too serious, "What do you mean,

"Truthfully? I think it's farcical and demeaning to everything we've built together. You've become an invaluable partner and friend. This whole fake relationship feels like a violation of the trust between us." I twisted my hands anxiously on the tabletop. "But I can't deny the potential consequences if we let this circus play out unchecked. So, I'm asking..." I took a deep breath. "Will you consider being my fake boyfriend, at least temporarily?" I finally broke eye contact, hoping against hope he'd agree to indulge this ludicrous notion. Chris was silent for a long moment before exhaling heavily. "You know I'd never jeopardize our work or your well-being, right?" His voice had taken on tha

"I've gotten a new apartment for you at a quiet place, you don't have to come in at work. I have someone on stand by to replace you and you don't have to worry about the contract, the fake marriage and the money. You would be paid for your services, in full but we are to not have any more contact with each other ever again" I didn't know what broke me even more, the sack or the loss of the fake marriage. I had never seen something so fake but something that felt so real to me too. It didn't make any sense as how a marriage so fake would make me miss it on its expiration. I was sad about it even.

He looked at the two women, then said, “The marriage was fake. That’s what I meant.” Both women turned to look at him in shock, not understanding what was going on. “What do you mean, Kenny?” his mother asked, standing up quickly. Kenny stayed where he was. “We never signed marriage papers; they were all fake and not legally binding. I agreed to it because of your pressure, but now I can’t pretend anymore.” Sophia stood up too, her voice filled with pain. “But I love you, Kenny. I didn’t do anything wrong. I gave everything to you. I don’t want to lose you.”

"Great again. Mr Cartelli, if you could sign right here, and then Mrs Cartelli, if you could do the same just below his..." There hadn't been many documents for me to sign like this, so I winged it and made a new signature on the spot. I noticed Armani staring at it for a moment, but his attention was on the woman as soon as she started speaking. "And Dads..." she continued. Once they passed her the contract back, she handed us both the prenups, which were slightly scarier to look at, but I knew they would help us in the long run if this fake marriage ever had to break up. Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy.

I couldn't stop ruminating about the possibility of a pregnancy if something truly happened between us. Is it possible that I had slept with a man I knew nothing about? I rushed to the bathroom to check myself for signs. My face shone with delight when I realized that my fears were pointless. 4 DAYS LATER I had decided to go through with the fake marriage. I can't even imagine losing this opportunity because of a worthless and irresponsible man. I already considered the good and bad sides to it and it would be worth my trouble. A call from an unknown ID jolted me from my thoughts. The voice which greeted me was so familiar, I couldn't miss it for any other man

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.