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.

Whatever is going on his mind now, I know Lucas still felt sorrow when her wife passed away not long after his best friend Dominic was left. “The day you two have switched I found out that she was not the wife I knew. She admitted everything that very same day too. But before that, she tried to trick me by saying her old memories just came back. I was keen enough to learn how different you two are even though you have an identical appearance. I know you and her better than anyone else. I know who is my real and fake wife just to monitor and compare the gestures and emotions of two individuals.” Lucas started to explain to clear things out.

“Know what?” I procrastinate, imagining the worst but hoping it's something else or a joke. “Let's talk straight, please, Ximena,” he says, raising his voice. “Let's cut the bullshit.” “So talk,” I tell her dryly, adjusting the garter belt that squeezes me. “How long have you known you were my fictitious wife, my wife of lies?” I feel the floor shudder; it's as if my stomach were being ripped out to my legs and as if I were vomiting a blow of pain. I even have an ache throbbing in my head.

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”