Marriage Was Forged Novels & Stories

"I'm here because Selene Liraine paid me 100 thousand dollars to pretend to be her and attend the wedding in her place." The entire hall erupted in chaos. "What? She paid someone to marry on behalf of her?" "Good God, has Selene lost her mind?" As the truth came out, color drained completely from Daniel's and Rebecca's faces. My father's temper finally snapped. He jabbed a finger at Daniel, shouting, "You Liraines! How dare you—especially Selene—turn my son's marriage into a joke?! This is preposterous!" My mother's eyes were red with anger. She stormed up the stage, shielding me behind her, her voice cold as ice. "This wedding is over. From this day on, the Schreiber family has nothing more

The registration date on it was a whole year before my own wedding to Craig! "Look closely, everyone! This is his legally binding marriage certificate. He's been legally married to Verna all along. Our marriage certificate was forged from the very beginning!" Holding the sheet of paper up in the air, my voice trembled, but it rang out across the room. "All this time, I thought I was his wife… but I was nothing but a smokescreen to cover up their shameful affair!" The room instantly exploded into an uproar. My relatives and friends could no longer contain themselves and stepped forward one after another to condemn him, their voices filled with rage.

“Do you have proof?” The man opened a drawer and removed a small envelope. Inside was a thin sheet of paper bearing a list of documents that had been prepared but never executed. At the bottom, one entry read: Proposed marriage covenant: Alexander Sterling and Isabelle Ashbourne. Status: suspended pending identity verification. There was no completed marriage record. No certificate. No proof that Alexander had ever been married to Isabelle before meeting Elena. Alexander released a breath he seemed to have been holding for days. “Then the certificate was forged.”

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.

“The reason I disappeared so completely was because I had already passed the audition for an out-of-town performing arts company. “I used the company’s paperwork to file for a court-approved divorce. The decree’s already been finalized. I have my copy. “Yours is probably buried somewhere in a stack of documents in your office, or maybe it never made it to your unit. But whether you know it or not, our marriage is already over. “Congratulations. You can finally be with Clara Bailey and the child you have with her openly.” At the mention of the child that had never belonged to her, a sharp ache still pierced through her chest. “No…” Daniel’s eyes were hollow as he murmured in a daze, “No… that

After my wife, Aislinn West, nearly died giving birth and we lost our first child, I suffered another injury that left me unable to have children. I sent the postoperative report to Aislinn, who still hadn't shown up, and a livestream suddenly popped up on my phone. [Becoming a father despite having azoospermia] The streamer kept his face off camera, but his voice was practically bursting with excitement. "Six years ago, I personally orchestrated a plan to have my girlfriend save the real heir, who was suffering from depression. "They got fake-married. After my girlfriend got pregnant, she pretended to suffer complications during childbirth and gave the baby boy to me to raise. My girlf

Her hair was pushed behind one ear. "Read it," she said. He crossed the room and picked up the page. He read it from top to bottom, slowly, his lips moving once at the date. When he finished, he set it down very gently, as if it might bruise. "It's a forgery," he said. "Walt says the judge retired three weeks earlier." "Then it's void." He looked up. "Isn't it?" "A forged decree can't end a marriage. That's the simple version." Aria turned around. "The complicated version is that the law may consider us still married. Right now. Today."

"He was a good man. He wouldn't have stood at a wedding after he died, but I don't want the papers to turn him into a joke." We agreed to use his name only where the evidence required it and to identify the funeral witnesses accurately. A forged marriage had stolen not just Selene's consent but the dignity of a dead man who could not answer for himself. The Court's forms treated him as a convenient authorized hand. His cousin wanted the world to remember he had once been a person who repaired watches and brought apples to his neighbors. His death had been recorded at the miners' clinic, witnessed by two nurses and a cousin who had buried him. The marriage certificate claimed he had supervise

He pulled out the note and handed it to Serena. Serena scanned the lines, her blood running cold. Hale wasn't just attacking their balance sheets anymore. He was trying to dismantle their vows in a British court of law. She looked up at Asher, the stark reality of their war settling over them both. "They are coming for the marriage," Serena whispered. "Let them try," Asher said, his voice dropping into a dark, razor-sharp register as he pulled her back against his side. "We built this from the ashes. No court on earth is going to touch what we've earned."

I'd been married to Dante Vitale, the Don of the Sicilian Mafia, for three years. Everyone knew it. I was the woman he'd carefully protected and cherished since we were young. When I was fifteen, a group of thugs cornered me. Dante stepped in to protect me and ended up with several broken ribs. Three years ago, in front of the entire Mafia, he swore before my late father's portrait that he would love me and take care of me for the rest of our lives. Then I accidentally spilled coffee on our marriage certificate. When I took our marriage certificate to get it reissued, the clerk told me it was fake. Isabella was his real wife. And Dante didn't even seem to think it was a big deal. "Dante