Fake Marriage Novels & Stories

"Half of which is already in your account. Think about what that means for your writing career. No more rejections dictating whether you eat or not." Lyra thought of her manuscript, sitting unfinished on her laptop. Freedom to write without financial pressure. It was everything she'd wanted. "Tell me about the wedding," she said finally. Jane's posture relaxed slightly. "It's in ten days. Small, private ceremony. Ryker will attend via video call from Tokyo. The marriage license and all legal documents will be prepared in advance. You just need to sign." "This is fraud, Jane. We could both go to prison." "Only if we're caught. And we won't be." Jane picked up the folder and pressed it into Ly

And it’s my job to make sure she never finds out. I open my eyes and force myself to keep looking for jobs, pretending like the weight isn’t crushing me. As I scroll, something catches my eye: “FAKE MARRIAGE, REQUIREMENTS: MUST BE A GOOD ACTOR.” The words are ridiculous. It’s so absurd that I actually laugh, a real laugh, something I haven’t done in longer than I can remember. “Must be one of those scams,” I mutter to myself, draining the rest of the Monster. But the ad lingers in my mind longer than I’d like to admit. Fake marriage, huh? Desperate times, desperate measures… but still, I shake it off.

Mama even got teary eyes half-way through Liam's speech and Aden had to step up to comfort her. My heart ached at the scene. It was a fake marriage where everybody treated it as if it was real. Nobody had a single idea just how hard it was to be me. To stand there, faking happiness and faking my love for this man who was promising his life to me. We didn't even know each other. At least not well enough to be stand there at the alter— holding hands. "Bride, please repeat after me." I turned to the officiant and gave him a light nod in acknowledgment, "I, London Naomi Saint, take thee, Liam Alvaro Luciano, to be my wedded Husband"

“You will be pleased to know I just got married on my way back from the bar. Please meet my new wife.” Their eyes meet and they all shake their heads and laugh. “Hello.” They all smile. “Nice to meet you,” one man replies as he shakes my hand. I smirk as my fake husband’s fingers tighten around my waist.” “About time,” another guy says as he shakes his hand. “Congratulations, mate. What’s your wife’s name?” His eyes flick to me as he thinks before he smiles sexily again. “Blossom.” I laugh out loud. “Blossom?”

“Why are you making this such a big deal? It’s fake. Completely fake. You’re free to do whatever you want—within reason.” “I know… I know,” I muttered. “It’s just that this so-called fake marriage won’t allow any romantic stuff. No affairs outside.” “And then?” Mia asked, eyebrow raised. “Can’t you wait one year? Or, you know… when he dies?” “What?” I burst out laughing despite everything, the sound surprising us both. “Yeah,” she said, deadpan. “The contract’s nullified if one party dies. I’m not saying he will, obviously, but just give it a year and you’ll be free to smash whoever you want.”

“I wanted a fake relationship, not a fake marriage.” “Aren't they the same thing?” “No!” Infuriated, I hit him on his arm, but he barely flinched. Show off. “What do you want?!” “I want us to have a fake marriage. It's still a fake relationship; we won't get married.” “And what if someone suspects?” “The same excuse. Just for a few months, and then we are done. Besides, I already need all those fans off my back. If they find out that I am with someone already, they'll back off.”

I took one last look at myself in the wedding, all dressed up to have a fake wedding with a woman I'd paid to pose as my wife for two years. I smirked at the thought of what would happen if Granny Maria found out about the truth. Well, no one would ever find out. I would make sure of that. All they would see was Amanda and I living happily. And then in two years time, we would get a divorce for reasons that we 'couldn't work out', and then it would all be over, and that would be the end of it. Sure, it might cause an uproar, but no one would link it back to our sudden marriage two years earlier.

I walk closer and touch it. Like, I have seen this tattoo before? I looked at his eyes but saw mischief in them. I suddenly moved away, remembering he was half naked. I clear my throat and go back in front of the mirror. I put on some light makeup and scolded myself when my hand shook. "Hmm," Wilson said before going to our walk-in closet. We need to stay in one room because many eyes are watching us. I, my secretary, Wilson, and Andrea's nanny know about the fake marriage.

I threw the papers at his irritating smile. “Per human law, we were married, and you abandoned me and took my children without my consent. That makes you a criminal in the human world.” “Married? I didn't even know you back then. And you don't even live here!” I screamed. “According to this”—he pulled another page out of the stack—“we’re married, and I’ve been doing business in this region for more than a decade.” I stared at it with my brow furrowed. “How is that even possible? It’s all fake!”

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.