Novel & Cerita Fake Wife

“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

Barely any pressure in it, his fingers lying along the backs of mine, his palm over all four knuckles. I forgot to take the next breath. And when I looked up he was already watching me. He'd been watching me for a while. I have a good face for this. It failed me there. I pulled away. "Why did you tell him you were married?" he said. "To buy time. A day, maybe. Before my father hands me to Bellini." "The five families don't touch a legal wife. You could pick one yourself." "I grew up under that rule." I taped the last edge down. "In a day. Out of five families where I can't name one man I'd trust."

My mother used AI to put on my wedding: a paid-off house, a Mercedes, a hundred thousand dollars betrothal gift for my fiancée. Not one thing missing. "I got you everything the Fosters asked for, and you still won't go through with it. What exactly are you scheming?" I sent her a screenshot of my bank balance. Eight thousand and change. "Mom, an AI can't do any of that. I haven't received a thing." She fired back a screenshot of her conversation with the chatbot. In it, she'd typed: "Buy my oldest son a house outright, get him a Mercedes, and send a hundred thousand dollars for the marriage settlement." The AI had answered: "All set. The home purchase, the vehicle payment, and the hund

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, always pay for breakfast bars

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

But all the decisions were made, I quickly swallowed my ego and move toward the separate small room on which my things were arranged. I immersed myself in the warmth of the water, I could not help but rewind today's incidents. I can't believe Vicky's betrayal. And the events followed. I can't even believe that I agreed to become a fake wife... Before I could control it, I went full-on sobbing. After ten minutes I was back, and inside the walk-in wardrobe, I found the most expensive designer clothes everywhere.

I didn't rise to this level by being so clumsy. I admit I let my guards down due to mental stress and I ended up with a stranger posing as my wife. But I will not just let it go like it never happened. I will make sure they all pay for what they did and I am starting with the fake wife herself. FEW HOURS EARLIER It's only a matter of time before Anthony reports his findings to me. I had asked him to find everything there was about her and report it to me. I want to know who dared to play a fast one on me. They might have thought I'm as dumb as they are.

I think he thought that I couldn't handle it, but I showed him that I was more than capable for this and ready. "Then back to my suggestion, get a fake wife and everyone is happy. You get to have fun with all the women in the world, your dad is happy you are married and bam, CEO position is yours." Matt added. "I'm starting to like that idea. A fake wife. But not just anyone, I want someone with class, someone that will make it believable. And I know who that person will be." I smiled. "Who?" "Savannah Langley." I smirked.

“Hell yeah, it will work. Have the woman sign a confidentiality agreement. She can’t breathe a word of the plan to anyone. Old Bob will never know. Get the money, and wait a month or two before you break off the engagement. Make it really good and have her cheat on you or something. That will win you some sympathy points, and you won’t have to worry about another clause sneaking up on you. As soon as you get the money, I’d put it in some secret offshore account so it can’t be taken back.” “Where am I going to find this fake fiancée?” I asked. He shrugged a shoulder. “They’re everywhere.” “And then what? Ask her if she’s willing to pretend she likes me enough to sell the idea of a fake marria

"You're here because Kane has people watching you. Because Jane betrayed you. Because you made a choice to impersonate someone for money without considering the consequences." "And how long will you hold that over me?" Her voice cracked. "When does my sentence end?" Something shifted in his expression—a moment of genuine regret quickly masked. "It's not a sentence." "Then what is it? What am I to you? A possession? A prisoner? A project?" He stepped closer, backing her against the wall. "You're my wife." "On paper only." "Is that what you think?" His hand cupped her face, thumb brushing her cheek. "That kiss wasn't paperwork, Lyra."