Marriage Was Forged Novels & Stories

"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.

Even with a child in my arms, I would leave. After being discharged and returning home, the first thing I did was retrieve the marriage certificate. Damien, a colonel in the military, had somehow forged a seemingly authentic certificate for me while secretly registering a real marriage with Vanessa. It was laughable—I had treasured a fake certificate for fifty years. I tore it in half. It was good that it was a fake. I wouldn't have to bother with a divorce when I'd leave in a month. Both Vanessa and I were in confinement after childbirth.

A stranger with blood on his hands and power she couldn’t fight. Something unfamiliar twisted in my chest. I should have been annoyed but instead I was intrigued. This marriage was nothing more than a business deal. Right after the wedding, I intended to shove her into a glitzy mansion, pad her wallet with credit cards and cash, and check in on her only when I’d need her to attend a public function with me or when my Dad needed to tug on her father’s leash “You’re not allowed to be with other men in this marriage,” I said coldly.

"A private ceremony on his estate, right? No official witnesses, no legal process." I remembered the wedding. Just a few of Victor's men were there. No family, no friends, no officials. Victor had said it was to "protect me." "The certificate... I saw it..." "A forgery," Alex said, delivering the brutal truth. "You were never his wife, Maria. You were his possession. A broodmare he kept locked away." Five years. Five years of marriage, of loyalty, of love. All a lie. I broke down, sobbing. The despair was worse than losing the child.

Sure enough, one corner of the certificate was crumpled from where I had gripped it tightly. Delaney finally understood that I must have discovered the marriage certificate was fake, which was why I had burned the photos and left. "It's fine," she told herself. "He'll come back once I coax him a little." Delaney remembered how it was when we were dating. Whenever she made me angry, all it took was a little show of affection or a gift from her, and I would forgive her right away.

"There will be no wedding. A marriage license is enough. Here it is." He held out a piece of notarized paper that looked every bit like a real marriage license, and my heart stalled. I stared at it without moving to take it from his hand, confused. Didn't they need both parties present to draw one up? Even my signature was there, and I didn't remember ever signing it. "Is that my..." "It was forged in your absence." I gaped, eyes widened, “What? Why?" "I was in a hurry to get married." He shrugged, eyes filled with mischief.

"I looked into the documents Sophia Dakota brought. From the registry office, and I pulled the digital archives from the year she claims you were married." "And?" Lucius demanded, his voice turning cold. "The certificate is a fake," Hank revealed. "It is a master-class professional forgery. The paper, the stamps, the signatures—they are brilliant. But it is fraud. You were never legally married to her. Your marriage to Alura Wayne is the only valid marriage on record." Lucius froze for a second. Then, a dark rage ignited in his chest. Sophia lied. She forged a government document to extort him, threatening his marriage to Alura and bringing a child into the crossfire.

She simply felt like someone allowed, finally, to exhale. It lasted until her phone buzzed softly in her pocket. She glanced down, expecting Carla, expecting another quiet update on the estate proceedings, and felt her stomach tighten instead at the unfamiliar name glowing on the screen. Marisol Ortega. The same name that had once appeared on a forged marriage certificate months earlier, back when someone had tried to convince the world Roberto already had a wife, days before their own wedding was ever meant to happen. "Roberto," Alicia said slowly, the peaceful afternoon dissolving instantly into sharp, careful alertness. "That name was supposed to be fictional. A fabrication, built entirel

It was the same one he had worn the night he first saw the forged evidence against me. Only this time, I stood beside him when the lie arrived. And this time, we both knew what it was designed to destroy. I stared at the signature. Then I whispered the only thing I could think of. “Adrian… if they can forge yours too, how did they get access to our marriage records?” The lawyer’s phone rang. He answered. His face drained completely. “Mrs. Blackwood,” he said slowly, “the court says the original marriage certificate was replaced this morning.”

My wife, Isabel Wilson, had slept with more than a thousand men, yet she still refused to divorce me. Her family called me a useless freeloader who did nothing but live off his wife. The first time I asked Isabel for a divorce was five years ago. She didn't say a word. She simply had me locked inside the house for an entire month. A month later, she threw a positive pregnancy test in my face. Three years ago, I asked for a divorce a second time. Isabel went straight back to her family's home that very night. Right after that, I was reduced to seeing my child once a week. Today was the third time. This time, I could finally be free because I realized that my child didn't love me, and my