Fake Wife Novels & Stories

At this point, Christopher was getting more worried than usual. Just then, Mr. Yang, along with his fellow business associates arrived, and Christopher had to put up the fakest smile that he had ever known. “This is such a wonderful set up,” Mr. Yang complimented Christopher, making his heart swell with pride. “We cannot wait to sign and seal the contract,” he added. “Where is your wife?” Mr. Yang asked. “We expected to see her by your side,” he added. “She is running a little late,” Christopher lied and hoped deep down that it was the truth. “Please, enjoy yourselves before we officially begin,” Christopher told them.

And I— I pressed my fingers against the windowsill. You are a contract wife, I told myself. You signed a document. You have a clause. You are here for five thousand dollars a month and your mother's debt and that is the precise and total extent of what this is. But there was Kai's voice in my head — he's better when you're here — and there was last night, the hotel room, the wine and the laughing and what if I'm not faking — And there was the way Zane had looked at her.

He had lied to me! I didn’t even care to listen to the rest of their conversation as I just sat there on the bed. I had been deceived. It wasn’t just that Andrew made me believe I was a replacement for a dead woman, he had actually turned me into a fool. All this time, I was nothing but his fake wife! I didn’t even deserve the title of Mrs. Walker! He had kept me like some sort of a substitute wife, probably waiting for Evelyn to wake up before he would cast me away like garbage. Oh my goodness!

In the end, I still said quietly, "Let's get a divorce." Doug immediately snapped, grabbing me and forcing a kiss on me. "You want a divorce over something this small? Stop making a scene. You're mine, dead or alive!" I curved my lips into a faint smile. It didn't matter. The marriage certificate was fake anyway. And soon enough, I really would "die" right in front of him. Two hours later, Chad came and took me from the house. When Doug rushed over, disheveled, Chad was calmly wiping down his gun with a white glove, his tone lazy.

“I wanted to understand intimacy, connection, chemistry... what makes two people stick, even when it doesn’t make sense. I never expected to live it.” The words tumbled out before she could stop them. “At first, Lake was just a means to an end. I needed someone to pose as my husband. He needed the cash. I thought I could control the narrative, manipulate the data. But what I didn’t expect was how real it would feel so fast.” Clips played in her mind like a montage she couldn’t stop—his grin as they practiced their fake wedding kiss, the way he always offered her the last slice of pie, his hand brushing hers during that massage exercise, the way he looked at her like she mattered.

I ask trying to hide the anger in my voice. I didn't get to visit mom, because that bastard drags me out of the hospital. Ugh, I'm so pissed with him right now. He tilted his head getting a better look at me before saying two words that shocked me to the core, "marry me." My eyes widen in shock, shock that I thought that I heard wrong but I didn't he said the words I never wanted to hear a man tell me. "What?" I ask in a low shocked voice. "I want you to become, my fake girlfriend and of course we'll have a fake marriage too," He said like he wasn't asking but demanding me to be his fake girlfriend, then being his fake wife.

"Fifty million dollars so far. I've been covering it up by falsifying financial reports and paying off auditors." No. No no no no. "I've also been having an affair with Dave Harrison," the fake me continued. "We've been together for over a year. My marriage to Ethan Ashford is a sham. I married him for his money and his connections. I never loved him." The video ended. The screens went black. The ballroom erupted into complete chaos. People shouting. Cameras flashing. Reporters yelling questions. I stood at the podium, completely frozen. My mind couldn't process what was happening. This isn't real. None of this is real.

A well known and powerful celebrity was hosting a networking gala and like most of the wealthy people in the country and beyond, Frederick was also invited. Frederick devised a strategic plan to leverage the upcoming networking gala as a platform to showcase a fabricated persona—his fake wife—who would embody charm and sophistication and elevate his social standing among the wealthy elite. By presenting her as his partner, he aimed to create an illusion of a perfect union that would draw attention and intrigue from other affluent guests. The goal was to not only impress the attendees and get them talking about them outside. To make it clear that he was indeed

I silently swore that I wouldn't let that person off the hook, even if I had to turn into a ghost and haunt them for the rest of their lives. "Her panic looks genuine. Did someone actually impersonate her?" "Oh my God! Is someone using her as a scapegoat? Maybe the impersonator was the one who fooled around with the man. And now, the real one is forced to bear the consequences of their actions." "But how can someone fake a marriage? The man looked sick when he was going through her phone just now. He must have seen something devastating." "This is getting really interesting. Who's the one who transmigrated into this world? Her or the other woman? We have to keep watching to find out the trut

he asked me again, which is why I was forced to take his cell phone and put it to my ear. "He-hello, this is Zedrick's wife. Who is this?" I answered nervously. "Hi ma'am, this is Jesille from BHS Company. My boss is asking if Sir Zedrick is available later?" said the woman on the other line. I looked at Zedrickwho is busy driving. Embarrassed, I answered the person on the other line. "My husband and I are on vacation, so he can't come later." I saw Zedrick still shaking his head, because of my response. I don't know how to talk so the explanation I made was natural.