Novel & Cerita Fake Wife

“And don’t forget why I faked the accident that became real. I lost my womb because of an abortion for Alex and he had the guts to marry someone else. “I’ll make sure Frederick destroys him but that’s a matter for later. It’s a miracle Cassie came to the office that day. I had no choice but to pin the destruction of the fake pregnancy on her.” Both Audrey and Pearl stared at her, stunned. Genius-level manipulation was unfolding before their eyes. “You mean the pregnancy was fake? And you blamed Cassie?” Pearl whispered. “How did you fake the blood?” Sienna smirked as she lifted her martini. “Ever since Frederick and I became intimate, I always carried fake blood around, waiting for the perfe

“I heard him the other day on a call with his dad, from his response—I could tell he was reluctant, he was refusing to get a wife but for some reason, he agreed after much convincing. It must be for a very valid reason because, knowing the kind of person he is, he doesn’t strike me as someone who wants to settle down willingly. I explained to Ava “I mean nnn” she dragged “You’ve told me all about his whoring episodes so I’m not surprised at all. “So he, what— wants you to be his fake wife?” she asked ludicrously. I nodded and she burst out laughing. After laughing uncontrollably for several minutes, she saw I didn't join in her laughter, she finally turned to

Oliver asked, confused and shocked. Anne widened her eyes too as she took in the news. She understood where Jeff was heading. “A fake marriage with a fake wife. Only a wife can bail you out. She’s a woman, they would listen to her. Especially when they see her tears,” Anne blurted out with excitement. “You’re both crazy,” Oliver managed to say. “Where will we even get a fake wife? What if she double crosses me as well?” “That's why we need to find someone who really needs the money. There are women out there. I'm sure we can find a trustworthy one. Besides, my gut always tells me if someone is good or bad,” Jeff assured him.

"Everyone knows he spoils his wife. Classic Jurg move." The room buzzed with envy. Zachary clutched my hand like he was the dream husband. All I could do was laugh inside. My chest felt iced over. Frozen solid. This grand public love story? Total act. Behind the scenes, the real title belonged to someone else. He gave me a fake name, a fake life—while legally tying himself to another woman. What a sick joke. As soon as I sat down, a sharp cramp hit my lower stomach. I pressed a hand there.

"But is that... sir, why on earth do you think you'll propose a wedding and I'll accept? I don't even know you! What part of I don't know who you are is the part you don't quite understand! Why on earth would I marry you?" "Because it's all a sham, it won't even be a real marriage". Those words caught the woman's attention, and she gave him a moment of full attention. "A farce? What are you talking about? Are you trying to involve me in a fraud?" "No, of course not. I just need you to be my fake wife". "Fake wife?" Amelia asked, with a touch of humor, but he seemed to be serious, the man who had chased her down the street, just

‘’I have a hard time coping with you myself. Haven ignored him, returning to the files he’d thrown carelessly on the table as Matt brought out his phone to make a call. He stared at the files, calculating. All he had to do was find a woman, hire her to be his fake wife, pretend and show the public that he was in love, make his mother believe he really loves her and then break up with her after a month or two. That way, he wouldn’t be forced to get into another marriage for a while, especially if he played the part of a heartbroken husband well.

A happy smile blessed his thin lips. "Mhm." She raised her eyes shyly at him. "Okay." "Will you?" "Of course I will. You are my wife, I am willing to do whatever you want." "It's a fake marriage," she opted to remind him. "It's not." "Hmmn?" Victoria looked at him for an explanation because he said those two words with confidence.

“…That’s it?” Her voice came out sharper than she intended. “You’re just going to sit there like that?” Damian didn’t respond. That made something inside her twist. “No,” she said, shaking her head slightly, a faint laugh slipping out but it wasn’t amused, it was strained. “No, you’re not understanding this.” She stepped closer. “Your wife, your dead wife has been lying to you this entire time.” Still nothing. “She faked her death. She came back under a different name. She stood in front of you every day pretending to be someone else...”

She couldn’t imagine her life without him anymore. But, at the same time, she knew they had a business deal. Scott paid for her family’s debts and, in return, she’d fake a marriage with him so he could get his grandfather’s company, which was still to happen as far as she was concerned. But a pregnancy at this stage? How was she going to tell him about it? What if he thought she was plotting it all along, just so she could continue to be his wife? What if Scott hated her for it and asked for a divorce as soon as she told him? She couldn’t even stand the idea of it.

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.