Novel & Cerita Fake Wife

Kyle cleared his throat and said, “Do you have any idea why your wife had to use a fake name to enroll in school? I doubt it since I just found out myself. She was enrolled at a different collage before she enrolled in yours. She got expelled and was told she was never aloud to work in the medical field. The medical board banned her because she was experimenting on her first patient when she became an intern. So, she came up with a fake identity so she could continue to do it!” I was shocked by this news. Kyle must have found this out right before we got here. Otherwise, he would have told us already. “The woman you are describing is not my wife. I am telling you; you people have the wrong w

"Who is that person responsible for faking it?" "Don't be shocked, Casey. You knew that person. Maybe you won't get surprised when you hear the name of that bitch. You knew her," she said. "You mean she's a woman, huh?" Casey asked her. "She's a woman, right?" Helena shook her head again. "Yes. She's a woman and you knew her from the start." She furrowed her eyebrows. "Who is she?" "She's the woman we really hate, Casey. Kira Ramirez is the only one who's responsible for faking your marriage contract. She faked it," she announced.

She was proud to play the homewrecker for all the world to see. And Gavin? His convenient "amnesia" made him bulletproof against the media. In a week, he'd just claim his memory had come back, and every damning thing he had said would be waved off as the ramblings of someone with amnesia. He grabbed Natasha's hand and raised it for the flash of the cameras. It was a cheap performance meant to make me squirm. "That's right. Natasha's the only woman I'll ever call my wife. We're getting married once Rhea and I are divorced."

Just because you’re kind of being all pathetic and also kind of falling for Lord Poo doesn’t mean you should marry him. “Alright, I agree, but I have one stipulation.”What are you doing? Stop self-destructing.“We can’t just get fake married over the weekend and then act as if nothing happened. If we really loved each other, no one would buy that. You’d want to spoil me, and you’d find a way for us to be together.”This is way too far.“You’d pretend you were going away on a business trip, and since you wouldn’t need me, you would give me a week of holidays. My holidays were denied for the past year because I was a new hire, and I hadn’t been to my family cabin in ages, so we would actually go

"Well, the thing is Zoey… my asshole father is blackmailing me into marriage. I won't have access to the family companies if I refuse. Thought he would change his mind eventually but he didn't. That night at Club Ace's, my intentions were pure. I only wanted to help you plus I somehow thought you looked familiar, so I came to talk to you. You know the rest, now here we are. I just forgot to…" "You forgot to what?" "To make you a deal," he starts to explain, cupping his hands out in front of him. My eyes follow his hand movements. "You would be my fake fiancée, and I will provide you with things indispensable for living within the time span I was given— a year. At the end of the time you'll g

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

Unfortunately, my womanhood speaks for itself, raining shamelessly. "I ought to feed that thing huh? She seems hungry." He pretends to examine me dangling his wet finger in front of my eyes. I could see something moving like a pendulum and I was mortified to know it came from me. "No. I am not that." I try to explain to him but he jabs the finger on my lips and I keep my mouth mum. "Don't pretend to be one of those girls' babies who says they are innocent. Who asserts they don't want to fulfill their desires."

She charged forward and screamed, "Chester, what do you think you're doing, calling another woman your wife? What about our marriage certificate? If you'd just spoken up for me, I would've forgiven you for cheating on me!" At that, I raised a slight eyebrow and glanced at Chester. Like a dog obeying its owner, he sprang to his feet and slapped her, firmly rebuking her, "Shut up! My wife is the CEO of Campbell Group. She's beautiful and capable—what makes you think you're even close to her level? "And that marriage certificate you mentioned? I bought a fake one online for a couple of hundred dollars. You're just foolish enough to believe it for six years. In this world, Nadia is the only woma

"You're disgusting! Get out of my way!" He hadn't expected me to curse him out, and his face darkened instantly. Without hesitation, I shoved him aside, took Jordan's hand, and headed straight out. Livio froze, staring as we walked away. Then he exploded. "Diane Ward, this is pathetic! You really think faking a marriage will force my hand?" "Fake marriage?" I snorted. "Whatever you say." His lips pressed into a thin line. "This has gone far enough! It was just a dumb bet. Do you have to make a fool of yourself like this?"

The woman beneath the veil averted her gaze, a fine sheen of sweat forming on her forehead. "Selene, you don't look too well. Are you tired?" I asked with a gentle smile. She cleared her throat nervously. "Yes, I…" I gestured for the officiant to pause the ceremony and led the bride into the lounge. Just then, my phone on the table vibrated. More than a dozen unread messages lit up the screen—all from Chase Riverton. 'You've figured out the bride's a fake, haven't you? Surprised? Selene and I are watching your wedding live right now.'