Fiction Made Me His Wife Novels & Stories

But he can't take her as his wife. After the discussion with his parents. He went to the mini bar in the mansion and had a glass of wine to help him clear his head. He stayed there for an hour before returning to his room. He almost had a heart attack when he switched on his room light bulb and noticed a sexy woman on his bed. It took him a few seconds to remember that he's married and that's his fake wife— Elizabeth Carter in his room. He approached the bed and dropped his phone on the bedside table.

Fuschia take a deep breath before continuing. “His face was clearly her husband's. Then after the wife was expelled from the residential area because she was considered to have violated the norm, the husband revealed that the wife actually slept with another man. All of it was his plot. Then he killed the wife. Then the wife returns to the past to expose her husband's wrongdoings. In your opinion, what kind of magic does the husband use to manipulate his wife?” Fuschia’s heart drum so fast. “Hmm… that story…”

Not on my watch! Somehow, I saw my defeat coming, so I already concocted a make-up story for him. I wanted to tell him something that would make him more jealous and frustrated. With a sly smile dancing across my face, I dropped the bomb that he didn't see coming. "Well, since you're so hell-bent on knowing the truth, here you go. Valentina Wilson is my legally married wife," I said slowly, dragging each syllable, each of my words dripping like a venomous dagger being pierced through his heart.

“You are making a mistake, if you think you can leave me and go back to the woman who once stole you from me, you must be joking, I am your legal wife, we got married and I have the papers, your company will be in ruins and I know how badly you don’t want anything to bring harm to your family name.” “You see, I know you were going to threaten me this way just like you did with the pregnancy, Mariam, I was never your husband and you were never my wife, I paid them all, those papers and all are all fake, I am sorry it has to end this way.” “No, no way, this can’t be, I won’t let you out of my life, there is something more valuable than Gina that you have and you have no clue of, I will take it

"Alright, alright I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just wanted to keep that a secret. I didn't even tell my family about that because for sure, they'll be against it." "Well, you are right. But you know what? I still can't believe that you really married that man you had a blind date with." "I fake married him for the money." "Yeah, I know, but what if he's the one? What if God made a way for you to find each other because you're destined to be together?" I looked at her with no emotion on my face. "That's what you get from watching romance dramas. That man will never ever fall in love with me, and of course, I would never ever fall in love with a man like him too."

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

She was a shameless hoe. "His looks are terrific," I rolled my eyes and went back to the contour, and started getting myself a little occupied with something. "Is he tall?" She asked. I looked at her and could not believe that she was still talking about that guy. It seemed like she had forgotten the emphasis on me being his fake wife. How was she ever going to have a shot with a guy who was my husband? Fake or not, the 'husband' title was still there. "He's maybe an inch shorter than you are," I lied.

She was ready for anything but she hoped in her heart that they were kind and would not see through the bullshit. Nathan stared at his father and mother for some seconds but pretended not to see Anna, his sister clutching her fork stubbornly. He cleared his throat and spoke. “Father, I am here with my future wife like you asked!” He watched as his father’s expression switch to disbelief to awe to suspicion and his mother’s jaws lifted to give a big smile but Anna simply scoffed. “A wife? How? When did you get a wife?” Antonio replied. His face shifted from confusion to surprise to suspicion.

Fallon I forgot the time when I was talking with the wives. I only realized two hours had passed since I joined them when their husbands returned. I was enjoying telling the story of an innocent bar waitress seduced by a lustful, pathetic mafia man who almost begged to be wed to me. I held my laugh when I saw my supposed husband coming my way, dripping with sweat and unaware of all the humiliating fake scenes I told the wives. I covered my breath hitch with a smile when he immediately wrapped his arms around me as soon as he returned. I noticed the wives' eyes on us so I decided to solidify my stories by showing him so submissive of me.

“Now the enemies have been caught. You decided to come out of hiding.” She turned to me. “You hope your family can forgive you, you miss your wife , your son ! you want them back and you will do everything to get your family back “ I stared at the window. “Is this story even believable?” She scoffed. “You better make it believable because we are here.” The car stopped, I looked outside and I was amazed by how much efforts must have been put into this , Tgere was Lights, Cameras, Security, People everywhere. This was huge and I couldn’t believe she did this , Aurora could pull all of this ? The woman I knew could never do this , she wasn’t good enough .