Fiction Made Me His Wife Novels & Stories

He hummed, returning his jaw to nest in my head. “For the millionth time. I’m not your real wife. I’m your fake wife. Your acting wife. Our marriage is contractual!” I huffed, trying to wiggle out of his grip. Why couldn’t he just get it? Why was he so insistent on addressing me as his real wife? “It is, but according to our contract, you are my real wife, even though it’s just for five years.” He said. “That’s not true.” I hissed. He was twisting everything for his pleasure.

feet on the spot, but I said there would be time for that later, enough time that he could fellate each of her individual toes if he was so moved. He replied he was so moved, willing and eager. I had to divert this talk. My wife was in the control room and I KNEW she was laughing her head off imagining Jace fellating her toes one by one. It was tempting enough that she might decide to hell with our little drama and ask him to prove it. Also, while the room is soundproof, there are limits. Eventually he got to the point of asking where my wife was. I said she was at work, dealing with some east coast based production problem. I deliberately did not confirm or deny that last night's visitor ha

My mother used AI to put on my wedding: a paid-off house, a Mercedes, a hundred thousand dollars betrothal gift for my fiancée. Not one thing missing. "I got you everything the Fosters asked for, and you still won't go through with it. What exactly are you scheming?" I sent her a screenshot of my bank balance. Eight thousand and change. "Mom, an AI can't do any of that. I haven't received a thing." She fired back a screenshot of her conversation with the chatbot. In it, she'd typed: "Buy my oldest son a house outright, get him a Mercedes, and send a hundred thousand dollars for the marriage settlement." The AI had answered: "All set. The home purchase, the vehicle payment, and the hund

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.”

I felt my mouth fall open in shock. "What did you say?" He ran a hand through his hair, messing up his perfect style. "I said fake wife. That's what you are, isn't it? That's what you wanted." Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back. "You're right. I am a fake wife. Which means this fake marriage comes with fake feelings and fake concern about your personal life." I turned and ran up the stairs before he could see the tears starting to fall. My heels clicked loudly on the marble steps, and I could hear him calling my name behind me.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

Edrick The sad look on Moana’s face that night broke my heart. I wasn’t planning in the slightest to make Kelly my wife, even if I only made her my fake wife. But even as I reassured Moana that she wouldn’t have anything to worry about, she still didn’t seem to believe me. How could I tell her that I wasn’t planning on making anyone my wife, real or fake? Even though I knew that Moana was my fated mate, I had still grown up seeing how horrible my father was to my mother. I could only see how marriage and mate bond made my mother miserable.

she smiled charmingly turning to face him “where do I start from, how about from the middle back to the beginning and then back to the middle again then the end? She chuckled at the unfathomable expression on his face. When he said nothing, she continued. “Standing in front of you is none other than yours truly, your wife, hahah…me,” she said bowing a little, the cynical smile never leaving her face. “And you sir is my husband, at least for a while, you follow?” She winked as she strolled casually to the door. “I am sure you noticed all that fake celebration yesterday and the day before right? Aha, well that my dear, was our wedding, which happened because…” she stopped momentarily a childli