Marriage Was Forged Novels & Stories

I whispered. “Marriage is marriage,” he said, walking toward me. “There is no fake marriage in this universe. Even those people who get married by signing contract papers. They are married after saying “I do,” the same thing that we did an hour ago. Once you murder someone, there is no going back to the life that you had before, right?” He raised his brows. “You are a murderer for life. In the same way, once you recite the vows, you are married and there is no going back to the life you had before. And it applies to both of us.” He stopped an inch away from me. “We are husband and wife, and this is our house. Our life starts from this moment, and we can’t go back from this.” He took a strain

It all started with a contract faked by the antagonist and used it to deceive both protagonists. The female protagonist accepted due to the respect she had for her dad and the antagonist who was her godfather, while the male protagonist accepted out of duress. He was constrained by threats. At a time the male protagonist did as he was told that almost cost the female protagonist her life, but then, thanks to conscience he couldn't pull through with it. And also, more importantly, thanks to the fact that she got pregnant. He decided to make their marriage work while trying his best to render the plans of the antagonist, his father null, and void.

On the day of the marriage ARJUN POV Lying beside my one-hour-old wife, I contemplated my next move. I am the man who plans everything ahead and systematically. But this, looking at the unconscious figure, whom I fucked forcefully, was never my plan. I never intend to go for his daughter. And I definitely did not plan to marry and fuck her into unconsciousness.

he said, and I nodded as if he could see me. "Please do anything, this woman is dangerous, and I want her far from my children and husband,” I said. “I understand. This is what happens in movies, I can't believe people do this in real life. Don't worry, I will get to it and make sure she signs the divorce papers. You mentioned they got married without your knowledge, right?” “Yes, come to think of it, I was still married to him, I guess she forged my signature or something.” “I see, don't worry, I will work on this case.”

The very place that had once felt like a home now loomed over her like a prison. Madison’s words stung like a slap. “Yes, Mrs. Asher, we will live in your mansion as my husband, Mr. Samuel , has signed a deal with your husband, Mr. Asher until they complete their project. We will live here; hope you don’t have any problems!” The hurt in Madison’s eyes was unmistakable, and Sophia couldn’t bear to meet her gaze. The hatred simmering just beneath the surface was too much to confront.

“Where did you find that?” “Are you seriously asking me that?” I shook the papers in my hand. “You lied to me. This isn’t a contract, it’s a marriage license. You tricked me into marrying you!” “I didn’t trick you,” he said calmly. “You forged a marriage without telling me!” “You signed it.” “You buried it under paperwork!” “I did what was necessary.” My hands trembled. “Necessary for what? Your brand? Your ego? Or your psychotic need to control everything and everyone?!”

I can hardly see it through the happy tears. It’s big—stupid huge, actually—and I hold my hand out to look at it before I glance back up at him. “You didn’t answer me,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around me. I smile against his lips as he starts to kiss me softly. “Say it out loud,” he begs quietly. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” I laugh. “You are the best fake husband I could ever have hoped for.” THE END

A terrifying suspicion clawed its way into my chest. I carried that dread to a lawyer we’d worked with for years. My voice trembled as I asked him to verify the marriage certificate. He checked again and again. His expression tightened with unease. "Ms. Hayes, I’m afraid your marriage certificate is a forgery." His words crushed the last of my breath. "From what I know, Mr. Foster’s legal wife is Ms. Shaw. They registered their marriage in Rosemont six years ago. Divorce isn’t possible there. That alone proves how strong their bond must be."

"I was deceived, too! I swear, I had no idea. She came to my door claiming to be estranged from her family, carrying what looked like authentic identification. She said the family feud left her with nowhere to go, and I... I was young and foolish. I believed her!" With a sharp laugh, I spat, "How utterly shameless! Who marries someone based on a single ID card? Did you not run any background checks? Is it really that easy to forge a life?" Cain turned to me with a pitiful expression, his eyes softening with what he likely thought was charm. "Mary, you must believe me. I always hoped for a union with your family. When she came to me in tears, I thought it was my chance to fulfill that dream.

I signed where indicated. And then it was done. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Marriage in a dress I had chosen myself, holding a certificate with both our names on it, trying to locate the feeling I was supposed to have in this moment. I'm married. I am Mrs. Hills. I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now.