Fiction Made Me His Wife Novels & Stories

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.

She did not want us to marry that's why she made me leave the country with trick and made you belive , I ran away from wedding and did not wanted to marry you". Vian suddenly felt his head was spinning, he held his car body to support him. “Vian, are you okay?”: She asked with concern. She touched his shoulder but he removed her hand and said:” Sarah , wedding….you wanted to say I was going to marry you?”. Sarah nodded, Vian held his head with both hands. He tried to remember his past but only blurred images were coming in front of his eyes. He looked at Sarah and said:” I am sorry, I did not recognize you “. He finishes the sentence, immediately sits in his car and leaves without heari

That's all you have to come up with an answer. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of being married. I had just fallen out of a terrible excuse of a husband who had left me for death. The same man who, by some twist of fate, is hell bent on making me marry another man, however unbeknownst to him. I let out a sigh, as my shaky hands found their way to my stomach. I had lost my womb and wasn't sure I ever wanted marriage—even if it was fake.

He asked for a hug which I gladly oblige. "I miss you wife!" He whispered then he kiss my temple. I softly hit him. "We're just together this morning!" He chuckled. “So what? I always miss you every seconds when you are not with me.” I rolled my eyes. "Liar!" I pulled him towards the sofa where the people who will do the costumes for the party is. "Good afternoon Mr. Ottave!" They said while giggling. I just shook my head. My husband is very handsome that’s why I’m so used to that kind of reaction.

I screamed, trying to scramble to my feet, and race after him, "I love you. Please don't do this. Don't break the last pieces of my heart. I'm your wife, your mate! You felt the bond too didn't you? Our bond!" Letting out an annoyed growl, Rosalie caught my hair in her hands and yanked me back. I screamed, falling back to the ground. She stared down at me with amusement, "You're not his wife, bitch," she raised her hand to showcase a heavy diamond ring sparkling on her fingers, "I'm his wife. His true mate! You didn't feel any bond, you were only convinced you felt something because he is handsome and he gave you butterflies! We were married long before you came into the picture. And I'll co

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

She just didn’t think it was fair. He gave her a way out after their deal was completed. So, she didn’t really have anything to lose. She’d just have to pretend to be a nice wife for a while. No one would have to know about the real reason behind it. Only her and Scott. So, she’d start pretending, even if it meant omitting some things from her parents. And from herself. She would ignore her feelings for Scott and play her part. The role of a great wife that a CEO like him deserved.

"And a cool-headed man doesn't run an illegal casino with a friend who is telling him to sell drugs and arms." "So true. There is more to him than the eye meets and I hope I clock who he really is soon enough." "And his wife? What is she like?" I remembered all that I said to her and I sighed. Ah, I must have hurt her so much with my words, but of course, I can't let any woman add to my problems right now. I have enough on my plate and the last thing I want is to let any lady make me sad or think. "The Wife is a work of mystery. She is pretty and has a crazy body.."

It dripped with sarcasm and just a tinge of anger. “I’m here to see my wife. Is that a problem?” Mason responded. My wife. Funny how the first time I had ever heard him call me “wife” was the time I actually wasn’t. “Really?” Raiden smirked. “Then what on earth did Florence, Anna, and I celebrate a few nights ago? Was it not the end of this disastrous marriage?” I knew he was toying with him. We hadn’t celebrated anything, but Mason wouldn’t know that. I turned to look at my ex-husband—he was all but ripping Raiden’s head off his body.