Fake Wife Novels & Stories

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.

Layla seemed to understand and tried to comfort her, “Honestly, they’re all the same. While I was abroad for a while, my husband found someone else, too. “But the funny thing is, he pretended to be poor the whole time. He was terrified that the woman would only want him for his money. “He’s actually a CEO, yet he ate cheap takeout with her every day. I actually felt sorry for him.” My mother forced a smile and asked, “Really? What ended up happening to that woman?” Layla shrugged. “I think she had a daughter. He had fake wedding papers made for her. She’s probably stuck in some rundown place now. “She’s quite pitiful, too, honestly. My husband even told her he was some kind of undercover age

she shouted. Greg looked up lazily. “I’m clearly cleaning stains from my wife’s face, Jane. You can see that, can’t you?” Jane swallowed the words confusedly. “Wife? I am your wife. We are legally married, Greg.” He smiled. “Sorry to tell you this, but our marriage was fake. I actually married Lila, not you.” He leaned back comfortably. “I was only with you because I had a mission.” Laughter burst around the room, and Jane looked from face to face.

she said with a chuckle and sia wasn't following "Erin?" "It might sound funny, but I'm not Armando's real wife Sia...this is what's eating me up... I have to pretend to be someone else, to smile and act like everything is okay but sia this isn't me I'm Erin how on earth did I get to pretend to be another man's wife"Erica's voice had fully cracked and sia looked up at her and realized something "Y...you mean...more like an...impostor...but how... Armando see you as his wife"it was too good to be true, Erica seemed happy with Armando, and he had no problem with that,, so why was she a fake

I reached the hallway leading to the guest bathrooms and leaned against the wall for a moment, shutting my eyes as I took a breath— That’s when I heard them two women. “Oh please,” one of them scoffed. “Everyone knows she’s barren. That pregnancy is staged.” My heart stopped. The other woman gasped softly. “You mean she’s faking the damn pregnancy? That's wild! So Richardson announced a fake pregnancy to the entire Mafia family and no one is questioning that?" “Of course she is. Why else would Richardson suddenly marry a nobody? Politics, dear. It’s all politics. She’s nothing more than a decorative wife. Nothing important.”

“You wouldn’t be this conflicted if he wasn’t sinfully hot. Be honest. You felt something when you saw him again, didn’t you?” Ella hesitated before muttering, “Maybe.” Gina clapped her hands. “Then it’s settled. Say yes.” Ella chewed on her lip. “But it’s not just about him. If I do this, I have to pretend to be his wife. Attend events. Be around his family. What if they see through the act? What if they find out that iam fake. What if chase pretends he never knew and leave me to take the fall?” Gina shrugged. “Then act your ass off, babe. It’s just a year. A small price to pay for saving your brother’s life, your mother too.”

I brushed it off. “Will you even be able to leave the villa?” Darian cut in. “Try stopping me,” I snapped. “I’ll call the police. I’ll say this man caused me to marry under a false identity, then imprisoned me once I learned the truth. I’ll also say the guy he hired scammed both of us and disappeared. That should be fun.” “Wow. Forty lies in ten seconds.” I shot daggers at him. “Life clearly hasn’t shown you its other face. If it had, you’d know people lie on the fly just to survive.” I stood. “So—are you opening the door, or should I call the cops?”

Mirabel asked, clearly trying to make sense of what she’d just heard. Valeria let out a frustrated sigh. “Yes! Well, it’s a fake wedding, but that’s not the point! It’s happening! I can’t back out now.” Mirabel’s laughter rang out, but it wasn’t the light, carefree laugh that Valeria was used to. It sounded strained. “Okay, let me get this straight. You’re pretending to be his fiancée, then pretending to be his wife, and you’re telling me this is for a business deal? Is that really what’s going on here?”

Dante asked. The guests were already clearly visible. A few of them noticed us and turned to stare. As I turned to face him, I noticed more and more people turning to look. A phone's camera light flashed somewhere. “Yes, I have. Note that's it's contract wife though, not a real wife. Just to save your image,” I said. Dante studied me for a moment, as though wondering what could have made me change my mind so quickly. “Alright,” he finally said, and I could almost see the internal shrug. “I will ring my lawyer now.”

One week ago, I was still Wales Price's paralyzed fiancée. I had been convinced that Wales' love for me was true until I regained my hearing. I refused to marry a liar, so I looked up a service to fake my death. I would use a fake corpse of myself to participate in our wedding. Before I left, I behaved as I usually did and acquiesced with Wales' plans to throw me a birthday party. Wales wheeled me to the table and played the role of a caring lover, serving me food and peeling the shells off the prawns for me.