Marriage Was Forged Novels & Stories

But something in my jaw ticked. “We have reasons to believe,” she continued, “that you orchestrated this marriage to mask your inability to take a true mate and that the girl in question accepted the arrangement in exchange for a substantial financial offering. Namely, to cover her mother’s hospital care. In Virelith Medical. Under a false name.” I didn’t look at the folder yet. I looked at her. “She is my wife,” I said. Dorel’s laugh was derisive. “Perhaps by law,” he said, leaning forward. “But not by bond.

Roman had just returned from Russia and our engagement was announced a few months after, before we even met each other again after that incident in Italy. Then a few weeks after we were married. An arrangement that had been made between both grandfathers and of course my mother if she ever had a daughter. My grandfather claimed the Wellingtons– Volkovs had gone silent and so had my mother. He painted her to be someone who didn't care about her family and abandoned them…and me? I honestly wasn't sure what to think anymore. The way Henderson emphasized 'hasty' made my skin crawl, but I kept my expression neutral. "Sometimes the right decision doesn't need much deliberation," I replied smoothly

With the tip of the gun, he pressed it against her chin and forced her to raise her head so she had to look up at his face. "Oh really?" he asked. "And why not?" When Sara spoke, she did so with contempt. "Because she isn’t Emiliano’s wife. I am Emiliano’s wife. We never divorced. The papers claiming that Emiliano and Lara are married are false—illegal." The man’s face changed. It shifted from confusion to the greatest fury. "Impossible!" he swore. But Emiliano nodded. "It’s the truth. My father used his influence. The marriage needed to happen quickly, so he hired a judge. It’s a paper marriage, as fake as the feelings that existed within it. If you kill me now, Lara won’t receive anything.

"Why would I give him the satisfaction? But feel free to run back to him. I won't stop you." "I wasn't supposed to stay. It was a temporary fix until Camila came back from whatever hole she was in. I only did it because the family would have been slaughtered if the deal fell through." "The deal is dead anyway. Your grandfather is selling the docks to Chicago behind my back." His eyes went wide. "What?" "He’s tanking the merger. So tell me, where is the real bride? Where is my actual wife?" "I don't know. She was in a clinic... she showed up at the gala last week demanding hush money."

“First of all… how did you even come about this whole marriage arrangement?” ‎I hesitate, then sigh. There’s no point hiding it. ‎“I forged a betrothal letter,” I confess. “I made it look like Father wrote it before he died. I took it to her father, and… I guess because of their friendship or whatever, he believed me. He convinced his daughter to marry me.” ‎There’s silence. ‎Then... ‎“Oh, Victor…” Grandpa breathes out, disappointment and concern etched across his face. “What have you done?”

Celine remembered Victoria’s words. Marcus threatened me. Perhaps that hadn’t been the whole truth. Daniel reached for Celine’s hand. “There is something else.” “What?” “Your marriage certificate.” Celine froze. “What about it?” “The original one is real.” Adam’s eyes narrowed. “Then the certificate we found?” “Fake.” “Who forged it?” Daniel looked at Celine. “Someone wanted you to believe your marriage was planned.” “Why?” “To make you question Adam.” “Why would they want that?”

“Give me another chance and I'll prove myself. I'll work, I'll help with Sera, I'll be the husband I should have been from the beginning.” I smiled without warmth. “Husband?” His expression changed. “Rayna—” “Should I remind everyone that there was never a legal marriage?” The silence around us deepened. Michael's face went pale. “This isn't the place.” “You made it the place when you decided to perform in front of an audience.” I stepped closer. “You forged our marriage certificate, you hired someone to pretend to officiate the ceremony, you kept me believing I was your wife because it made controlling my money easier, now you're standing here asking me to become your wife again?”

I had had to research this issue a few months ago for a brief my co-worker needed written in a domestic relations case. “Bona fide reconciliation” was defined in the werewolf laws as “reunion coupled with marriage and/or marking.” The reality hit me like a 2 x 4. “That’s why he didn’t want anyone to know about our mate bond,” I whispered to myself. “Why he never wanted to mark me.” I looked down at my shot glass. “If anyone found out about me, they would know his marriage was a fraud,” I continued. “And if the marriage was a fraud…”

"oh how are you?" "I am fine I thought you will never call after that day. I am sorry about that day. I did not know about your marriage. I would not do that stupid thing. Is your husband is still angry a ?" "no not like that. You are my friend. I am actually sorry. My marriage took place in hurry. We did not invite many person. And after university we lost contact. My husband wanted our marriage to be simple so just family attend and in friend circle Stella only knew"

Conan says. We spent the night with the two trying to make conversations and catching up on my life, they sure wanted to make amends, but their approach was sure cringy. We were able to have Conan’s family visit my family for the dowry preparations, Kaleah and Cyan had supported me through it all. I was to marry that man, the love of my life, the wedding day was set for a day just during my college holidays, so it doesn’t interfere with my studies. My mother and my mother-in-law were in charge of the wedding preparations and for some reason they got closer during the preparations.