Fake Marriage Novels & Stories

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

she asked, practically beaming. I let out a breathy laugh and leaned back into the sofa. “Nothing.” Her smug expression faltered slightly. “I mean, I just found out my marriage was fake thanks to you,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “That’s a piece of paper. Anyone with basic editing skills can forge a contract. If I wanted to marry the president, I could whip up a fake document just like that. So, if someone’s unhappy about my union with the Blacks, they should be the ones questioning me—not you.”

“Ground rules?” He nodded, his eyes glinting. “First of all, no one can know this is fake. If anyone suspects that we’re not actually dating, the whole thing falls apart. So, we need to be convincing—like, really convincing.” She wasn’t sure whether to be intimidated or intrigued by the way he spoke, but she swallowed and nodded. “Okay. What else?”

"Alright, alright I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just wanted to keep that a secret. I didn't even tell my family about that because for sure, they'll be against it." "Well, you are right. But you know what? I still can't believe that you really married that man you had a blind date with." "I fake married him for the money." "Yeah, I know, but what if he's the one? What if God made a way for you to find each other because you're destined to be together?" I looked at her with no emotion on my face. "That's what you get from watching romance dramas. That man will never ever fall in love with me, and of course, I would never ever fall in love with a man like him too."

He was always like this, emotionally stable and elegant, even when stabbing me in the back. "You know?" He asked, his tone as calm as if discussing tomorrow's weather. "Why is it Elena?" I asked tremblingly. "Why is our marriage legally invalid? Why is she your wife?" Killian sighed, reached out to pull me into his arms, his fingers gently running through my soaked long hair. "Halen, you are always so serious." He lowered his head and kissed my forehead, a coaxing tone in his voice. "That's just a piece of paper. You know, the only person I love is you. My future, my children, everything I have is yours."

< Kodaline replied through our mind link and speed up from running. After a few minutes of running, we finally reached the no man's land, no werewolf pack owns this land yet so anyone is free to step on this land. > They're still after us, what the fuck is wrong with these warriors? < My wolf complains frustratedly as we start running again, a little faster this time until my wolf suddenly tripped on the big root of the fucking huge tree causing us to stumble upon the mud. It was too late for us to keep on running away again because we were suddenly surrounded by four pack-warriors.

Anytime she thought about what happened to her nine months ago on her wedding day it scared her and that was one of the reasons why she had tried to Damien desperately after he made the offer of marriage to her but he was unavoidable. ‘Eva, take it easy. This isn't a real wedding, it's just a contract marriage about two people getting married for their benefits. It's not going to be like the last one because there is no ceremony, you just have to go to the Civil Affairs Office and get the marriage certificate.’ Eva thought to herself. ‘Don’t be delusional, marriage is marriage. How are you so sure of yourself that Damien wouldn't disappoint you just like Mark did.’ she had the voice of the l

Just let the words sit there between us, casual and unbothered, as though he hadn't spent yesterday drugged at an auction, then married me in a government office, then sent me home in one of his cars like a package that had been delivered to the wrong address. "I'm sorry?" I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. "Zane. We got married yesterday." "Contract marriage." He turned a page. "Which means Monday still follows Sunday." "Normally—" I set my bag down on the chair across from his desk, "—after a wedding, there is a honeymoon. There is a period of adjustment. There is, at minimum, a morning where no one expects you to answer emails before nine a.m.—" "It's nine fourteen."

How can I keep up with what he wants, so he doesn't have to look for someone else? Just like now, it never came home again. Our house is big, complete with everything, but I am often alone here. I feel trapped in a dark place; joyless, colorless, and lifeless. Zedrick and I have been like this for two years, since we got married, everything has gradually changed. My husband is rich and has his own business. Everyone admires it and even though they know that he is married, many people are still crazy about my husband. I know all that. Because of the whole year we were together, I did nothing but compare myself to my wife's becoming women. I like stalking on the internet, so I know that the wo

I tried to correct him. He didn't respond. “Rule five,” I snapped. “If we’re going to fake this marriage, you need to learn how to fake liking me." He tilted his head. “You want me to fake smile at you?” “Pretend I’m not trash,” I said. “Shouldn’t be too hard.” He nodded slowly. “Then rule six: Don’t pretend you’re better than me.” “I am better than you.” He stepped closer. “You’re marrying me for convenience. How does that make you better?”