Romans & histoires Fictional Couples

They would ask random intimate details that only real couples would know. Both people answered separately, and then they revealed their answers simultaneously. If the answers matched, the couple got a point. If the answers didn't match, it was a red flag. And we were about to fail spectacularly. Because Nicholas and I didn't know those things about each other. Our marriage was fake. It was just a contract. We'd never had a first date. I didn't know his favorite food. He probably didn't know mine. We'd been living together for months but we'd never talked about childhood dreams or hidden talents or any of the intimate details that real married couples knew.

The man couldn’t sleep with, or love anyone else apart from his mate, and the same applied for to the woman. I went through more books, hoping to find a story of anyone who wasn’t affected by the marriage, and why. Then, finally, in a book that wasn’t as battered as the others, my eyes widened as I found a story similar to ours. Isabella, and Stefan Rodriguez were two lovebirds who had engaged in the Alpha marriage; they had loved each other, but Isabella soon found out Stefan had been cheating on her, and she wondered how he could cheat, without his partner dying.

"What a shameless couple! She actually got married to another man behind her husband's back. I hope their firm goes bankrupt immediately!" Megan's firm went into a freefall, with partners fleeing after siphoning off funds. The few mutual friends who stayed behind took turns calling me. "Zachary, you have to help Megan. Can you really bear to watch her life's work flush down the drain? Besides, you built that firm together. You shouldn't want to see it collapse either, right? "Look, even if you're furious, at least give Megan a chance to explain herself. Just take one of her calls."

The faces of two guys blinked at me from the middle of the screen. "Two people were arrested after those complaints at the police station. One of the women identified this one," he said, pointing to one of them. "The other woman said neither of them was the man she married. The one who wasn't identified refused to give a statement, but the other one doesn't know the system. He only ever communicated with one person. He just did what was asked of him for a certain amount of money. This is starting to feel bigger than we thought. The guys marrying these women look like just pawns. I don't think it’s some small-time gang business."

She feared he was getting tired of her. Coexistence was never an easy thing, especially for two people that were getting to know each other while pretending to have a marriage, but sleeping together every night and acting like a normal couple. Their relationship was confusing, to say the least, and Florence was afraid that Scott was starting to get sick of it.

A truth that I would never admit to myself, even if I were tortured. “Yeah, it was purely coincidental but I think that set several things into motion for us and here we are…” Kelvin finally finished weaving the purely fictional story of how we met, fell in love, and got married as opposed to the truth, with a big smile on his face. “Happily married and in love.”

Damn it. When I moved closer to my date’s neck, Bright pulled Sabrina tighter against him. We were making each other jealous like two teenagers, and the people around us probably thought we were just two happy couples enjoying the music. But in reality, we were two broken people, dancing with strangers to forget the ones we truly loved. Two people who began a fake marriage and ended up falling in love like in the movies, but neither of us was mature enough to face it. Or maybe I wasn’t.

Hank could not argue his way out of this without his father’s DNA. The public was having a field day while Hank battled it out with his family. Judging by the family’s interaction, some believed that Hank was himself. However, how did the whole mess happen? I dialed my assistant’s number. “You’re up.” An article made its rounds on social media within two minutes. “The husband of a locally recognized businesswoman fakes death to elope with mistress!” I recounted my experience in my previous life as if it was a story. Though no names were mentioned, Hank was clearly the protagonist of the story.

It was our wedding anniversary when I ended up in the hospital with stomach bleeding. "Wow! I'm rooting for them to be a couple!" "A big-time actor and a rising star? Now that's a power couple! It's like something straight out of a novel!" "Kissing by the lake with fireworks in the background is pure romance!" "I heard they dated in school, but their backgrounds didn't really match. And it all ended after Vivian left the country…" Two nurses were talking about tonight's hot gossip right outside my ward.

When I had asked her about couples that had been able to make it through something as terrible as what Ethan and I had gone through, she'd had plenty of stories about couples that could not get past it. Some of them even got worse after their reunion. But I hadn't listened. I had insisted that she tell me a story about a woman and a man who had managed to make up after something awful, and even when it was quite clear she'd made that story up, I had wanted to believe it. Ethan and I had a story that was doomed to disaster to begin with because our story wasn't built on a foundation of love. I was his breeder; he was my master.