Marriage Was Forged Novels & Stories

"What… did you just say?" "It's true," Amber answered softly, cautious, almost apologetic. "I asked someone to check. You're listed as single. Darren's divorced. His ex-wife is Alyssa—they finalized it two months ago. The seal on your marriage certificate was forged. The document was… a replica, the kind sold in cheap stationery shops. You and Darren were never legally married." Amber's voice broke on the last few words. Jeanne went numb. That wedding—so grand that the whole city had envied her—had been nothing but a lie from the very start.

It was Enzo calling, and knowing what he had for me had to do with June, I, of course printed to my phone and slid the answer button. “Go…” “So turns out your girl isn’t actually married…” way to say the obvious. “But like everyone else, she thought she was.” I frowned at those words. “Ten years ago she did go to the bureau office to register her marriage with Rick, but turns out at the time he bribed a staff to forge a fake one.” My blood boiled at over a hundred degrees in a matter of seconds. My grip on the phone tightened, my breathing was fast and shallow, a sign that someone needed to actually die before I could calm down.

“To destroy it.” I stared at him. “Then why did you create the contract?” Edward's face changed. “What contract?” “The marriage contract.” Silence. David looked at him. “You know what I'm talking about.” Edward shook his head. “I never created your marriage contract.” My blood went cold. “What?” “I never ordered David to marry you.” David stared at him. “But the files—” “Were forged.” My mother's face went pale. “By whom?” Edward looked at her. “You know.”

Then, she held it up high, pointed at the date, and shouted for everyone to see, "Take a good look! Alexander and I registered our marriage six years ago—one full year earlier than her fake one! This woman will stop at nothing for money, even forging official documents. "She's a complete fraud!" I froze, staring at the black-and-white date printed on that certificate. I felt a chill surge from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head. 'Six years…' I hadn't expected Alexander to be capable of something this despicable. He had gone so far as to forge a marriage certificate just to give Vanessa a proper title. I looked at him coldly. "Alexander, aren't you afraid of being charged wit

"That means the very matrimony which into this family's shelter in partus assured Calla was planned from the outset by the one who'd helped to make all of this happen. The kidnapping. The tranquilizer. The farm being built on a piece of land still in use." A hand rose from somewhere in the middle of the hall, an older Duskmoor elder I didn't know, older than I was, older than anyone I knew, and he had a voice that carried despite that. "You claim the forgery is three years older than the wedding. Can you prove it was with intent then, or only the papers?"

"Think whatever helps you sleep at night, Valerie. But do not bother coming back to the penthouse. I have already had the locks changed. Your disgusting clothes and your pathetic things have already been disposed of." "You can't do this! We are married!" I cried in agony, reaching out to grab his sleeve. I desperately hoped he would tell me this was all a prank but the look in his eyes said otherwise. "Are we? You might want to check those papers again, darling. I had the marriage certificate forged years ago. You have no claim to me, no claim to this company or the one you gave me, and certainly no claim to my house." Lydia checked her watch impatiently. "We should go, baby. The press is wa

The words echoed in my mind like funeral bells. “Invalid,” I repeated, my voice lower than I intended. “What do you mean, invalid?” “The contract was tampered with. The signatures… yours, Tristan’s, the justice of the peace’s… all of them were forged.” My mother squeezed her eyes shut, as if the words caused her physical pain. “The marriage never existed legally. You were never Mrs. Delyon.” Mrs. Delyon. The title I had wanted so much. The name I had desired so deeply. The position I had aspired to so fiercely.

[Isabella's POV] I felt myself freezing all over. My ears wouldn't stop ringing. I clutched my phone in shock, my voice trembling as I asked, "W-What did you just say?" "It's the truth," Sophia said, sounding a little careful and apologetic. "I got someone to check. On paper, you're single, and Vincenzo is divorced. "His ex-wife is Claudia Henderson. They only finalized the divorce two months ago. And the stamp on your marriage certificate was forged. As for the documentation… They're all fakes from the dollar store or something. In short, you're not legally husband and wife."

The clerk looked down at the papers again. It had taken me several days to put everything together. The forged parchment, the signatures, the imitation family seal, and the accompanying statement had cost me more than I cared to admit. But it was worth it. According to the documents, Mia and I had been formally recognized as pre-betrothed mates years ago. Our families had supposedly entered into an agreement, but the official registration had been delayed for reasons that were explained in the statement. It was a convenient story. Mia and I had been together once. We'd talked about our future, but there had never been any formal arrangement between our families. No elders had recognized us a

Lora said happily. "Well, there is just a tiny catch, as my dad likes to call it. I have to marry Alexander to sign the contract and merge the companies." I said and started crying. How could my own father do this to me? I am his daughter, and he is going to make me marry someone just to grow his business and gain more money. "And you know what the worst part is??" I asked her still crying on her shoulder. Her blouse was wet from my tears. "He, says, he is doing this for me. To secure my future... I mean can you believe this?!" I said and I was now coughing from shouting so much. I was upset. How could he?