Fiction Made Me His Wife Novels & Stories

The first film was all set to go. What was great about all of this was that I had gotten the whole idea off the ground; now, I still had control as I handed him the script. The movie consisted of a husband (me) begging his reluctant wife (played by my gorgeous mom) to get more into sex now that they (i.e. we) were married. As the action proceeded, I was in bed with mom. We were playing husband and wife. Me: "Honey, I agreed to use condoms; the least you can do to show you want us to succeed in the bedroom would be to remove that damn diaphragm."

I ask him, who am i kidding I knew this story, heck everyone in the fashion industry knew it. “Oh I was so elated when I did see someone that I loved” immediately his smile wipes off his face. “Well that is beautiful, but why the long face though” he smiles bitterly and then looks up at me, while rubbing his palms on his slacks. “I know you think we don’t know what’s going on between you and Jmac” he looks at me, his blue eyes making me want to puke. “What do you mean?” “Well Stacy, my so called one and only wife, isn’t really my wife, courtesy of Sophia, your so called mother in law”

I don't want to get married, I live very well alone. Get a fake wife, get married, and then get divorced - he looks at the table and says - What happened to your watch? I dropped it and it broke - I remember the woman who broke it, Diana Rodrigues, that was her name, and an idea comes to mind - No. No? - he questions me with a look. I just thought out loud, Lemi. That's all - a fake wife? It could work.

Follow me on I*******m to learn how to access Ream • THE MIDNIGHT MAFIOSO • What happens when you lie that a random stranger is your husband and you two have a son? ~`~ When Inna's parents mysteriously disappear, she is left to take care of her young brother. She runs out of money, and she is left with no option but to lie that a random stranger is her husband and the six-year-old brother is their son. She uses this lie to steal money from this random stranger, and she gets away with it. Or not… Later, she receives a call from an unknown number. A strange man calls her, demanding to meet his ‘son’ and get his ‘wife’ back.

" My jaw locked, the room tilting violently. Vanessa. I didn't need an explanation; I had seen the old framed photographs hidden in the bottom drawer of his office desk. She was the college ex-girlfriend he had spent years obsessing over the one he truly wanted before my father forced our merger. Seeing her standing here, wrapped in old-money cream wool, shattered the very last anchor of my hope. The pathetic delusion of a happy ending, the fairy-tale life I had bled four years to protect, died instantly. "Get your things out of the master suite," Julian ordered again, his tone clipping the air as he stepped toward me. "Now." "No," I whispered, digging my heels into the hardwood. "This is my

“First, thank you all for your concern. “Regarding this Ms. Jones, I do know her, but she is not my ex-girlfriend. “In fact, during the five years I lost my memory, she consistently presented herself to me as my wife. “When my memory returned, I discovered our marriage certificate was forged, and that she already had a lawful husband.” The room erupted in shock at these words. “There’s also the matter of her injury.” My gaze swept across the room. My voice tinged with coldness. “The reason is simple. When her ‘lawful husband’ slandered me while she physically assaulted me, my family arrived in time.”

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

So where had this woman—claiming she was my wife—fallen from, right into the center of our company? --- “Can you calm down now?” I asked the woman. Her crying had taken me off guard at first, but now she was fraying my nerves. “If you’re Darian Freeman, then who was my husband?” she demanded. Her hazel eyes, reddened from crying, looked almost green. The whites were bloodshot; her makeup had streaked down her face in dark tracks. “I don’t understand you,” I said, impatient. “I was married to Darian Freeman. To the bastard who owns this company!”

Max states. “You abandoned your child! You are as much trash as your wife. Making a toddler cry!” the woman says. I notice other people begin paying attention. Max scoffs, “Did it occur to you that the DNA results were fake? Tomorrow I can release the real results.” “What, you don’t have them now?” she mocks.

“Honestly, I never understood what he sees in his wife. I heard she’s just a photographer? She doesn’t even work here. She just stays at home all day. Compared to Tonya, she’s–” “So how did she even get him? It can’t just be her cooking, right?” The steam from the pot stung my eyes. Talented and beautiful, a perfect match, the best partner… Every word pierced my chest, twisting deeper each time. What made it even more ridiculous was that they all believed I was Mark’s wife. However, our marriage license was fake. “Clang!” The bowl slipped from my hands and shattered across the floor. The kitchen door swung open. Mark walked in, his frown deep enough to cut.