Marriage Was Forged Novels & Stories

Now, let me remind myself that she’s here to finish her very last requirement so she can finally graduate and not find a lover! “Just…” he paused and I was waiting for him to continue what he was saying. By looking at him right now, I know that I brought him so much stress because of this so-called marriage of ours. Marriage my ass! Where did that paper even come from? I didn’t know about it. I didn’t even know about him for me to get us a fucking marriage certificate and why would I involve myself in it in the first place, right? Because if I could blackmail Keandrick for him to sign me my clearance for the finals, involving myself in a marriage would be the least. I wouldn’t risk my name,

I asked, presuming the worst. "No," he said, amusement audible in his voice. "We have… a different type of work to do." "Like what?" My mind restlessly processed through the issues I might have forgotten about. "Our wedding." He chuckled. "Oh…" Was it weird that I stopped thinking about the fact that we needed to actually get married to become husband and wife? Contractual married looked a whole lot simpler in romances and dramas. Two people went to the registry office, signed papers, got their stamps, and were married. Aren needed proof that our relationship was genuine, although I still wasn't sure how far he was willing to go to prove that. Luckily, we had no problems with our intimacy an

“And I need something...” “I have a condition to “help you,” he says, cutting me off, I tell him to continue.” Don't get married, if she is in love it will help in the process of softening her image to her parents, and she will have me to confront and justify it. Then calmly think about marriage. Nego shook his head. “She could be pregnant” I speak of my suspicions. Lorenzo snorted and smacked my forehead. Pregnancy before marriage is punishable. "Certainty?" question.

“It was forged.” My body goes cold. “Forged?” “Yes,” he says. “Completely fabricated.” I let out a short laugh. “No. That’s not—no, I’ve seen that will, Languini. You showed it to me yourself. I burned my copy once. Dorothy burned hers. You kept the master copy in the vault.” He nods slowly. “And the master copy is the forgery.” “You’re telling me… the will my entire life has revolved around—the one I fought for, the one I—” I stop myself before I say created and destroyed my marriage for. “That was fake?”

Then, she went to City Hall. When she emerged from the office, her face was drained of color. All of her previous joy had all but vanished. What the employee at the counter said struck into the core of her heart, "It says here that you and Mr. Brunsfield are not married. The marriage certificate is a counterfeit." Their five-year marriage... was fake this entire time! She was Marlow's childhood sweetheart. Everyone knew he loved her deeply and would give her the world. Why would he forge their marriage certificate?

The more she got to know him, the more she brushed against his skin, the more she realized— he wasn’t the monster she thought he was. He was a shield at her back. He was the silent hand that made sure she was safe, no matter the chaos around them. If she was honest, their start wasn’t something worth romanticizing. Their bond had been forged out of transaction, revenge and necessity. A contract marriage— That’s still unfinished, still waiting to be carried out properly. They hadn’t even gotten around to an engagement party as both their lives were too consumed with fires that needed putting out, priorities that always outweighed pretense.

Or for him to commend us for not fighting yet. What I didn't expect was for him to tell us that we’re about to be assigned our first official mission. My joy instantly knew no bounds, but before a word could be said, he continued. “This job is very important and critical. The basics of it is that you two are gonna get married and act as husbands for the duration the mission would hold.” As those words echoed through my mind, I almost fainted from shock in that very moment.

But the world thought I was married to Sterling. The deception ran deep. Warren knew. Tobias knew. How many others? The entire family had played me for a fool. Anger mixed with a deeper frustration. I was trapped by technicality. Bound by ink and signatures and family debts I had not created. My expertise as an authenticator mocked me now. I could spot a forgery in a painting from across the room but I had missed the forgery in my own marriage.

"Ms. Ford, we've verified that your marriage certificate is a forged copy. Forging marriage certificates is a federal offence. Please cooperate with our investigation." "Wait, there are still people forging marriage certificates in this era?" "She must have got duped by a man, right? How pitiful…" Stephanie Ford stepped out of the courthouse in a daze. Around her, the staff members and the few couples were all shooting her weird looks. It was a hot and sunny day outside, but Stephanie only felt chills permeating her body. Yesterday, her boyfriend of five years, Tyler Grover, suddenly agreed to register for their marriage. Naturally, they had celebrated the occasion by engaging in bedroom act

[Isabella's POV] I felt myself freezing all over. My ears wouldn't stop ringing. "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."