Funny Fake Marriage Certificate Novels & Stories

At the top, a blinking headline: “Blackthorne Conspiracy Files Released – Unsealed Tapes, Names, Dates, and… a Wedding License?” Aria’s breath caught. “What the hell is that?” she whispered. Luciano read the post, jaw tightening. “Matteo just published a fake marriage certificate,” he growled. “One that says I married you two months ago in Vegas.” Aria reeled. “What?!” Luciano handed her the phone. Her name. His. A forged certificate, timestamped before she’d even stepped foot in Italy.

Looking at the house in front of her, which was akin to a fairy tale, Aria felt her eyes become teary. She looked at Damian with a questioning gaze. Damian stared back at her with gentle, love-filled eyes as he explained, “I started working on this the moment we registered our marriage. I hoped that we would one day come here and play a little.” “What? You mean, our fake marriage?” Damian looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “And how did you say that our marriage was fake?” Aria was stunned. Hadn’t they signed a fake marriage certificate? What was Damian saying?

"I don't want you to handle it! I want you to tell the truth! Tell everyone we're NOT married!" "But we are married." Damien opened his desk drawer and pulled out a folder. He slid it across the desk toward me. I grabbed it and flipped it open. It was a marriage certificate with official stamps and my legal signature. My signature? This man was insane! He forged my signature! "This is fake!" I threw it back at him. "I never signed this!" "Actually, you did." Damien pulled out his phone and showed me a video. The video was dated three days ago. I was signing papers in my lawyer's office.

I look over at Tristan who sits up, resting his arms on the headboard, staring at me softly. "Yes, hi. Good, thank you. Thank you for calling me back," I reply curtly, my voice tight. "My pleasure, I just got your voicemail. Don't fret my dear, believe me this happens all the time! The certificate looks quite authentic, doesn't it?" Her sweet laugh emerges, and I force a soft chuckle, my heart pummelling through my chest. "In regards to your enquiry, I looked up our records. I'm pleased to confirm that you and the gentleman undertook our pretend wedding ceremony. No legal binding process has taken place, and the certificate is purely decorative."

Inside was a document with official stamps and seals, and names typed in bold: Jeffery Richards Celine Harrow Date: Six years ago Location: Las Vegas, Nevada A marriage certificate. My throat closed. “Oh my god…” “It’s real,” she said softly. Almost tenderly. As if she were delivering a love letter instead of a weapon. Jeffery snatched it. “This is fake. You forged it.” “Did I?” she purred. She reached into her bag again and produced a USB drive. “If this certificate doesn’t convince you, the hotel surveillance footage will. You’ll see us walking into the chapel and walking out afterward. Happy. Newly married. Or… something new.”

"Here. Look." He stared at it, dead silent. I let out a breath. "Now do you believe me? Can I go?" "Wait." Peggy squinted at the paper. "It's fake. Don't fall for it, Steven." Steven snapped. He kicked me, over and over. "Faking a marriage just to cover your tracks? You think I'm that dumb?" He ripped the certificate to shreds. I didn't think he'd be this stupid—hanging on every word Peggy spit out.

He spoke suddenly without stopping to think. "Maybe you should add an extra clause to your prenuptial agreement, a clause that includes a no-cheating grounds for you both." Edmund thought about it. It didn't favor him. "No." He however had something else in mind. "How about a fake marriage?" Bob Russell had never heard of that concept before. "What?" "We can get married but just a fake one. You can forge a fake marriage certificate, right?" He arched his brows. "Well, yes. But—-"

Then, she went to City Hall. When she emerged from the office, her face was drained of color. All of her previous joy had all but vanished. What the employee at the counter said struck into the core of her heart, "It says here that you and Mr. Brunsfield are not married. The marriage certificate is a counterfeit." Their five-year marriage... was fake this entire time! She was Marlow's childhood sweetheart. Everyone knew he loved her deeply and would give her the world. Why would he forge their marriage certificate?

That went far beyond abuse. The next second, the clerk frowned. "Wait… This certificate is fake. You should take it back." Everything in me went cold. I stared at her, unable to believe it. "How is that possible?" So, the one thing that had held me together all this time was fake, too. I couldn't tell if my heart hurt more or my body. I laughed and cried at the same time as I walked out. That marriage certificate was just like his love, a lie from the start.

I found it funny that I read it out loud. I read with a fake smile, "You can only get the option to divorce after a year, you must move in with me immediately, you must follow me to official outings and act accordingly as my wife". I continued, "You need my permission before doing anything in one year to avoid tainting my image", I scoffed. He wrote quite a few which I doubt I'd remember. I knew I had to succumb to his rules which is why I didn't bother to read it all.