Marriage With A Liar Novels & Stories

There is a faint tightening in his jaw when he says it, and I can't tell whether it is the idea of him being the father of my future child, or the fact that I've gotten married to him without ever having known anything about him besides his name and status. “I may be your husband now,” he says, his voice rigid, “but if I wasn’t already clear before, I do not want you. So don’t expect anything romantic from me. Do not expect any love, or loyalty. Do not expect a partner from me.” I keep my face still despite how each word stings. He is simply setting terms, as if outlining another clause from the contract. I should have expected this. He didn't want this marriage either... but there is no rea

I let out a humorless laugh, eyes blazing. “I didn’t make a fucking mistake, Keiran. You did. You lied, you manipulated, you used me,” I snap, voice rising. “I never cheated on you because there was nothing real between us to begin with. Our marriage is a damn contract, a sham. And you? You used that to mess with my head.” I step closer, fury pulsing through my veins.

"So, whether you admit it or not, we've had a… substantive relationship. Even if you don't want to marry me, you owe me an explanation." I instinctively glanced at Lorelei, whose head was bowed, cold sweat dripping down her face. No wonder, two weeks ago, she had been subtly praising Charlie to me—how young, handsome, capable, and sensible he was. At the time, I had felt disgusted. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I had kept quiet, planning to let Madeline handle it once she woke. It turned out that she had been trying to play pimp the whole time. How vile. Still, something didn't add up.

Pure and simple. "I didn't do anything to you except refuse to disappear." "You left me. You refused my generous offer of an open marriage. You made me the bad guy." "You made yourself the bad guy by cheating on me for months and then asking me to accept it." "I was honest about my needs. You're the one being deceptive. Pretending to be that child's mother. Planning marriage before you're even divorced. Lying to yourself about what this is." "What is it, Julian? Tell me. What do you think this is?"

“ That's a fucking lie! Stop lying to me!” Tania shrugged, taking some steps towards me. “ Believe what you wish,” her lips curled up further. “ But I'll make this very clear, you have nothing now…absolutely nothing.” “ W-What do you mean?” She stepped back, circling around me as she crossed her arms. “ Father's will stated that after three years of marriage, all his property would be transferred to your husband and— correct me if I'm wrong—today is your third wedding anniversary, isn't it dear sister?”

Her eyes were full of deep affection, which only made me want to vomit. "Stop deluding yourself. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Don't you already know that?" Perhaps I should have known all along that Celia knew how much I loved her, which was why she deliberately humiliated me. That was why she agreed to marry me in the first place. Perhaps it was to play the game of keeping her legal husband at home while having affairs on the side? However, she should not have been so naive. "Celia, what you should be doing now isn't stopping me, but going back and stopping your parents from killing that guy. After all, I won't be the one arrested if the doctor calls the police."

I folded my arms and saw him raise a suspicious brow at me, which showed he was finding it hard to believe my claims, and I knew I had to say something. “I’m just worried about your wife. She's a woman like me, and I can’t just sit and watch her husband cheat on her.” I lied, using that as a cover-up. Funny thing is, I haven’t met his supposed wife, but I've only seen her on TV. She's a popular model, beautiful, and rich. It's no news that their marriage is for business benefits, and I didn’t care about it. In fact, I would sleep with Lord Frederick without even caring for her. That's how insane I had become. “You are a married man and should act like one,” I murmured and walked away, and lu

I accept out of spite, drinking it while Lucien works on his laptop like I'm not there. Thirty minutes in, I break the silence. "How many couples will be there?" "Eight, including us." "Do they all have real marriages?" His fingers pause on the keyboard. "Define real." "Marriages that started without contracts." "Most marriages are contracts, Mara. Some are just more honest about it." "That's bleak." "That's reality." He returns to typing. "James and Victoria Worthington married to merge family fortunes. Oliver Grant married his assistant to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit. The Pattersons have an arrangement where he keeps a mistress and she keeps his credit cards."

"You what?" "I agreed." He rose and began to walk about. "You don't even like Cassandra. You two only spoke 3 times since I’ve known you and trust me, it’s a very long time.” "I don't dislike her." “It is not a reason to get married to someone.” He reasoned. "She's dying, Lucas." He ceased pacing, and stared at me. "You're doing this out of guilt." Lucas closed the gap between us and sank into the armchair. “You see this is a life long commitment , and once it begins, it will not end. Engagement. Wedding. Investors watching. Media coverage. There's no easy exit."

“Are you sure you want to do this, man?” Isaac asked, staring at Liam with doubtful eyes. Liam and Isaac have been friends for the past 3 years, and Liam has always found a way to surprise him in everything he does. “I know that I am probably the last person you want to hear this from, especially because of how my marriage ended, but marriage is meant to be sacred and taken seriously.” He continued. “I have no choice, man; you know how important this deal with Mr. Ross is to me. Besides, she started the whole mess by creating the scandal, and I am sure that she would be more than glad to become my fake wife.” Liam said he was trying to convince Isaac.