Novel & Cerita Fake Wife

People were looking at me and I suddenly became self-conscious. A woman approached me. She was really beautiful. She was tall and looked great in the beautiful blue floral dress she wore. She smiled. "Hi," she said. "I'm Sasha." The woman extended her hand to me. I smiled, thinking she was just being nice. “I'm Zara” Her grip got a little too tight. “I see you’re with Sebastian,". She said, her eyes moved over me slowly. "You are the fake wife." My smile froze. Before I could say anything, she continued

Carla said loudly, “I hate newbies who show up thinking they’re better just because they’re pretty. Those saintly faces that later steal our husbands.” Vivian laughed. “Or worse: they come here just to find a man. Look at that body… she must have married some idiot just so someone would pay the bills.” Isabella swallowed hard but kept scrubbing. The toilet was filthy; she had to use the brush with force, her arm aching. “I’m married,” she replied, her voice low but firm. “My husband works here as an analyst. We’re together because we love each other. I didn’t come here to find anyone.”

I commented. I made her seat in front of me and hug her from behind. She is resting her back in my chest. I kissed her forehead. It is just like it was yesterday when she asks me the work of being a fake husband. That is the ridiculous thing I heard but the most wonderful thing I agreed with. I, Wilson Martinez, the fake husband now the real one is signing off.

Not Jane Summers . She works as a secretary at one of Willy’s company branches in Minst. Her parents are deceased, and she is an only child. She and Lucas first met when he visited Minst a few months ago. From there, they slowly fell in love. Willy had crafted this entire lie for her to recite, and it was her job to memorize it. Jane agreed, to some extent. Preparing for battle with strategies and tactics was wise for achieving a decisive victory. She was about to turn to the next page when her apartment’s doorbell rang. Lazily, she moved to open the door, her eyes widening in surprise to see Willy visiting.

"Huh! Don't be too confident, my body and face are quite handsome! Are you sure you won't be tempted?" "There must be a punishment for that! Don't be tempted by me or there will be a punishment for you!" said Ilona. "What's the punishment?" "You have half your assets in my name! If I were tempted I would be fired from the company!" Ilona answered making a bet. "Huh, I've lost more! Half the company's wealth, just because I touched my fake wife? That's stupid!" "So you feel that you will touch me! How about your entire fortune!" Ilona replied, not wanting to play games.

Right, they get along well with each other because they are both crazy. Why did I even choose that woman to have a fake relationship with me? I should've just asked her best friend instead.

The only option was to find someone and pretend they had already registered their marriage. That, she realized, was the only way out of this situation. If she was "married" to someone else, she couldn't possibly marry Wade. Janice made up her mind instantly. She wasn't going to marry a stranger for real—that would be reckless. Instead, she would hire an actor to play the role. Once she and her fake partner made a scene at the wedding, everything would collapse. As for Wade, Janice decided she would no longer wait for him.

"Completely. Look, I'm a victim here too. My wife had a mental breakdown. She started making wild accusations. And my former friend, Sophia Bennett, became obsessed with me. Dangerously obsessed." "But there are photos. Bank records. Evidence of an affair spanning seven years." Mason smiled sadly. "All fake. AI-generated. It's disturbing how easy it is to create false evidence these days. Anyone with a computer can make realistic photos. Fake bank statements. Anything." Grace watched from her hospital bed. Her hands gripping the blanket. Getting tighter with every word Mason said. "He's lying," she said to the TV. "He's LYING." Aiden sat next to her. Also watching. His jaw clenched. "I know.

He replied. I chuckled, “because this man doesn’t know his wife?” I asked sarcastically. The man shrugged. “His wife has been missing for a while now and he has been desperately trying to find her, we need someone to play her until we are ready to release her.” He replied. “What is stopping me from just telling him the truth?” I asked. He glared at me, as he walked behind me, then came back holding pictures of me and passports of all my fake identities. Chris that bastard, I thought angrily.

I fucking hate it every time he mentions my mother. >Don't do anything stupid, Freya. Control yourself, we just need to be strong.< It was Kodaline, my wolf's name. >What do you think I'm doing? Having a fucking coffee party?< I snarl back at her. >Sorry.< Kodaline replied apologetically that I couldn't help but feel bad for snarling at her.