Fiction Made Me His Wife Novels & Stories

I found the comment utterly ridiculous. Back when Vincent and I first got together, he was just a penniless nobody with nothing to his name. It was my savings that funded his startup. I was the one who secretly directed the Capelli mafia family’s power to wipe out his competitors, and I was the one who managed all his household affairs whenever he was too busy to handle his own life. Yet now, in everyone’s eyes, I was a parasite leeching off my husband. Those people would probably never know that the woman they claimed was entirely dependent on her husband could cost every person in the house their livelihood with just a few words.

My head lifted. “Yes.” She lowered her voice. “Think about it, your family already wants you to marry him. If we make it look like Oscar has been hiding a secret affair, your grandfather won't be able to force you into that marriage anymore.” I stared at her. "What kind of affair?” Stephanie's eyes moved to Ocean. "With a woman outside the family.” I frowned. She continued before I could interrupt her. "We can say he got another woman pregnant. You don't have to accuse him of sleeping with you because that would raise questions. We'll say he has been hiding the woman and the baby from everyone.”

He looked at me unbothered as he suddenly released my mouth. “You’re not Gavin!” “What the hell are you talking about?” “Let go of me!” “Not until you calm down, wife-” “You’re not Gavin! My husband was supposed to be at work right now.” I said, oddly enough, I think I saw the corner of his mouth twitch. What the fuck? What the heck is funny? Glaring at him, he fake cough as he looked composed as he was before. “I finished early, wife-” “No, you’re not. You’re sus. You… You’re a ghost”

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.

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.

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.