Novel & Cerita Fake Wife

Weird woman. When I am already outside the bar, I look sideways to see where she is and my eyes narrow in confusion when I spotted her not too far from the exit and a van pulled over in front of her. It took me a minute to realize what’s going on. I saw that the men inside the bar who are also wearing black outfits are forcing her to enter the van. I immediately tried to think of a way to help her and saw a bouncer with a gun in his hand, I stole it away, not minding his reaction. I aimed the gun in the direction of the van and fired, careful not to shoot Shane. My sudden appearance probably shocked the black outfit men and didn’t expect me there. The two guys let go of Shane’s arms and the

Made to be our perfect little family home, especially now we have the family on the way. Who would have thought it. The crazy, fiery little she-wolf that came crashing into my life while I was busy trying to avoid every sense of my reality whilst in college would be the one to bring me crashing down to earth with a bang and bring me everything I needed to complete my life? Who needed a fated mate? Sometimes destiny brings you what you need in other ways. And, the fake mate I had for a short time became my everything, and I wouldn’t change her for the world… with her by my side, anything seemed possible.

They shielded me, forming an unspoken wall of solidarity. I caught a flicker of frustration in Simon's eyes, a subtle crack in his performance. The corner of my mouth lifted in a faint, mocking smile. "Simon," I said, my tone sharp enough to cut through his tirade. "You're accusing me of abusing my position to harm my wife. Do you have proof?" His laugh was cold, mirthless. "Proof? Of course, I have proof!" With a flourish, he produced Clara's death certificate, just as he had in the past.

Now because I had to surprise my new boyfriend on his birthday by offering him my virginity, Carina made everything seem like I was preparing to attend a party in heaven. I googled everything and I would say that G****e had deceptive information. Same case as Carina Viktor. She had all the answers to any query. You'd think she created G****e herself. I worried she lived in a world that never existed, but I had to worry for both of us because I was helping her live in it, too. Carina turned my life into a work of fiction. I adored the characters she created, but that meant it had set certain standards for my choice of men.

His mask had slipped, revealing the real him. “You’re fake,” I whispered, feeling a mix of anger and relief. “You’re a total fraud.” The man laughed nervously and took a step back. “Don’t be silly, Natalia. You can’t believe everything you see on the internet. That guy in the video… he’s the fake one. He’s an AI deepfake that your husband’s company put together in ten minutes to cover up the scandal. I’m the real Damian Vance.” I glanced at the man’s face and then at his hands.

I was thankful he did not ask any question; he just let me hug him and cry on his shoulder. Did she really make a mistake coming back to her? . Did cable really lose all feeling for me? Did our love really Fake Love?? Should go back and get married to alexander."

“We are married. So, this is what we’re supposed to do. If you won’t give it to me, I’ll have to take it.” “This is crazy,” Will started to regain control of himself. “You realize what… you’re doing, don’t you?” “You don’t know what I’ve been through! You are my last hope! And being your fake wife isn’t going to be enough. You’re going to get me pregnant. I don’t care how it happens.” “Stop this,” he managed to push her off. “You’re not some random girl I picked up somewhere.” “Exactly!” she screeched. “I am your wife!”

“I know it’s important. I’m trying to remember but I can’t think straight right now.” Jenna sighed. “Okay. Listen to me. I think you need to cut your losses and get out.” “What?” “Fake the miscarriage now before the wedding. Tell Adrian you lost the baby and then leave. We’ll find another way to trap him later. An even better way. One that doesn’t involve you potentially going to jail for fraud.” “I’m not going to jail.” “You could if this blows up in your face. If Adrian has proof that you faked a pregnancy to blackmail him into marriage, that’s a crime, Vanessa. A serious one.”

“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?”

I asked. She stared for a while before she responded. “Yes” I brought my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it, clicking on one of the photos in my gallery. I showed it to her, letting her hold my phone for a moment. In the photo, I was holding her closely while looking at the camera, a smile on both of our faces. That was fake, photoshopped. It was something I had never done except it was for business. I needed a wife, a fake one to be exact and she happened to appear at the right place at the right time.