Romans & histoires Fictional Couples

I pulled it out, the weight of it heavier than it should have been, and opened it to reveal a neatly printed document. I read through it quickly, feeling a knot form in my stomach. It was a fabricated backstory, a story of how Adrian and I met—a perfect, polished version of our relationship that sounded too good to be true. According to this, we’d met at a charity event, and our connection had been instant. We’d fallen in love quickly, and the marriage had been a natural step in our relationship. The story was charming, yes, but also a lie. A lie that would have to be sold tonight because apparently, his family had no idea we were on a contract marriage.

Just because you’re kind of being all pathetic and also kind of falling for Lord Poo doesn’t mean you should marry him. “Alright, I agree, but I have one stipulation.”What are you doing? Stop self-destructing.“We can’t just get fake married over the weekend and then act as if nothing happened. If we really loved each other, no one would buy that. You’d want to spoil me, and you’d find a way for us to be together.”This is way too far.“You’d pretend you were going away on a business trip, and since you wouldn’t need me, you would give me a week of holidays. My holidays were denied for the past year because I was a new hire, and I hadn’t been to my family cabin in ages, so we would actually go

Haile Leech of all women in the world this man had given his heart to Hailee Leech, the same woman who had married six times and killed three of her husbands and swindled two of her husbands, even our family’s close friend. “Ahhhhhhhhhh.” I screamed at the top of my lungs, knowing who he was ‘dating’ I had known no one in the family knew he had a girlfriend because I knew they would have disapproved of me. My scream not only startles the two ‘lovebirds’ but I hear Conan (my cousin) groan in his room and grandmother scream to ask what had happened. Infront of me Clayton sighs and Hailee glares at me for interrupting their night. I miss Kaleah already.

Rekha mumbled while I smiled at my wife after hearing her words though. “We can’t guess with them at all. They may be just in a relationship but pretending like a married couple or already married but pretending to be in a relationship. They both are a high-level pretending couple.” I explained and she slowly nodded. “At least stop thinking about us on your special day, Vikesh.” Mihi commented and they both finally decided we all are good enough to give us some attention. “When will you get married? My wife thinks you both are already married.” I asked frowning at them.

Becca asked equally outraged by the audacity of the duo. “They were so confident!!” “Are they brothers? There is no sign of resemblance between the both of them” Becca asked Mr Scott. “You can say they were co-husbands from a failed marriage.” I paused, I wasn't expecting something that kinky from them. “Explain in simple terms please.” “They were married to the same woman, she bailed and they decided to stay with each other.” “Were they tricked into the marriage?” I asked. “What?” “You know that thing that happens on cheating TV shows where the spouse finds out that their partner has another family.”

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

continued Erito smiling faintly with his pair of lips forming a straight line. Minutes and minutes passed by. While having their lunch, one by one of the journalists began to write their news articles about the three most spectacular as well as phenomenal gay couples this year, whose relationships had been proven with a kind of queer, strange, illogical and indescribable supernatural power. After finishing their news articles and posting their articles, one by one of the journalists began to claim what had been promised by the three couples before. The three couples really gave out what they’d promised before.

We decided to rest in our room as Andrea's nanny was sleeping with her. I sighed as we were now resting on his bed. He hugs me. "Thank you for coming into my life Georgina; I have never imagined marrying." "You do?" he nodded his head. "Until I met you," I scoff. "You have married me even though we barely know each other," I told him, and he answered me with chuckles. "Because I know I will not regret it." He said and hugged me tighter. "Everyone is now making a story about us. The CEO of Simone Holdings is turned to be the husband of the famous heiress of Dela Fuente Group." He repeated the news earlier.

"And like a cliche fairytale story, they met in an unexpected scenario that caught the public eyes. The public thought that they are dating or the crown prince is dating a simple commoner. The news spreads like a wild fire. So the palace doesn't have a choice but convince them both to fake date each other for a front. And they compensate Thallia to do it and promised to help her financially. So naturally, Thallia agrees and the rest is history." "Let me guess, while pretending like a lovers, feelings started to develops and they end up falling inlove with each other for real." Anastasia said and shook her head. "Not my cup of tea. I like mystery novels more." "Actually yes. They fell inlove

Irritatingly, he was correct. I grabbed it, enjoying the heat in my hands. "Therefore, what is it that you desire?" Ethan feigned a look of hurt. “Can’t a man check in on his fake girlfriend?” I rolled my eyes. “We went on two fake dates, Ethan. That doesn’t make me your anything.” He tsked, stirring his own coffee. “Yet, the media seems to think we’re the next power couple.” He leaned in slightly. “Would it be so terrible if we made it real?”