Novel & Cerita Our Fake Marriage

The contract brought two different people together. Liana Jordan, a 21 years old girl who came from a very poor background, lived with her mother and her sister Lia. Her father died when her sister was only five years old, she has been the one supporting her family. She is working as a waitress in a Five-Star Hotel, she is gentle, calm and has a kind heart and she has only one best friend named Rina. One day Laina’s mother was suddenly ill and she needed money to take care of her sick mother. Only one person can help her and that’s her boss Tony Black. She went to him to give her money to take care of her sick mother. But Tony has a condition. She needs to get a marriage contract with him in order to give him the money. The question arises: Will Liana accept the the proposal Will she able to save her sick mother Find out.

Glinda has loved Ethan, the second son of the Alpha, for as long as she can remember. Found alone in the forest at five years old and taken in by Alpha Hawks of the Blackstone Pack, she has spent years living among brothers as nothing more than an omega. Invisible. Powerless. Unwanted. But on the first day of senior year, she gathers the courage to confess her feelings to Ethan. Instead of love, she receives humiliation. Rejected publicly. Mocked in front of the entire pack. Heartbroken and desperate to escape the shame, she runs, only to collide with the last person she should ever be near. Kavrain. The firstborn. The heir. The future Alpha. The brother known for cruelty. The one who has bullied her for years. Freshly returned after five years away, Kavrian is nothing like she remembers. And when a reckless moment leads to a kiss, she doesn’t hate it. In fact, she likes it and surprisingly he does too. Kavrian has never had an erection. He has never been turned on, but that changed when he kissed Glinda. He knew he wanted more, so he made an offer. He asked her to fake date him. It was a deal with one simple rule: Do not fall in love. But the more they pretend, the more real it becomes. Kavrian grows possessive, jealous, and protective of Glinda and Ethan begins to notice her, but now Kavrian won’t let him anywhere near her. Brother turns against brother. Fights erupt. And just when Glinda thinks her biggest problem is her heart… she discovers the truth. She may not be an omega at all. And breaking Rule Number One could cost Glinda everything.

Cherokee Rains has lived her entire life on the reserve wishing for a better world. Her best friend introduces her to tech CEO Becket Peterson, an arrogant self-centered man. When his father threatens to take his company back unless he settles down, he ropes Cherokee into a contracted marriage. Will they come to love one another or will she leave when her time is up?

Three years after I ran away from home, my parents finally remembered me. The fake heiress, Kelly Horner, was not satisfied with her groom, so they came up with the idea of having me marry him in her place. When Mom saw the man who had eloped with me sitting in a wheelchair and picking up garbage, she felt extremely pleased. "She gave up being a wealthy heiress and even pushed Kelly off a building to run away. She must be regretting it now." Alex Cameron appeared absent-minded as he muttered, "She does regret it. She regrets ever going back to that home with you guys." Dad scoffed. "Enough with the fuss! Tell her to come back immediately for the wedding and we'll call it even!" Seeing Alex remain silent, Dad kicked over his wheelchair. "You cripple, where have you hidden my daughter?" I floated in the air, watching Alex writhe on the ground. My soul felt like it was being ripped apart. "Dad, Mom, I've been dead for three years. How can I marry in Kelly's place?"

Kathleen believes that being single is sufficient. She does not require a man in her life. That is what she has always believed. But one day, she meets the man who would convinced her that everything she thinks is a lie. A man who can fill her stomach with butterflies. Not only butterflies, but hunger, need, and insatiable pleasure. Their fate appears to be playing them alone. Now she was smitten by his charisma. Falling into a pit where there is no point of turning back. She's trapped and can't even escape her own feelings. Worse yet, she discovered that the man she most desired was already married. Will she be able to fight for him? Will she be able to do anything just to please her own desire? Will she be able to bear the pain? Or will she be able end up getting every bit of him, by hook or by crook.

Sawyer Patterson intended to leave me again for his childhood sweetheart, Mathilde Payne. We'd been together for ten years, and this was our seventh engagement party. For the previous six times, Mathilde always had some kind of emergency. This time, I wasn't going to let him go. "We're about to exchange rings. It won't take long. She's just got a slight fever. It's not a big deal if you go later, right?" Sawyer lost it. "Can you stop making a scene? Mathilde has always been frail. We've been together for ten years. We can do without a ceremony." He walked out, leaving me behind with a broken heart. This time, I was truly done with him.

The fear of intimacy prevented Lisa from being in a love relationship with any men, hence she never gave much thought about how she would be falling in love with someone until she met Joseph, a surprisingly good-looking but mean billionaire who changed his girlfriend on a three-monthly basis. Fate was often conceived as inevitable -though fate arranged two individuals encounter and brought two people together, but personal happiness depended on you. It was a love game two can play, but it was not a well-matched race between the master and the beginner. Even so, what else can you do? You need to keep playing until either the sides win or one's heartbroken.

Three days ago, Damon Ashford marked me. The night he became Alpha, he sank his fangs into my neck under the moonlight. When his wolf blood mixed with mine, my wolf soul trembled violently. I thought the bond was taking root. I was too excited, too happy to tell the difference between real blood transfer and the simple sting of broken skin. This morning I went to City Hall without telling him. I wanted to pick up our certificate and frame it for our bedroom wall. I wanted to surprise him. The clerk checked the system, then looked up at me. "Whitmore, the mark on your neck is fake. There is no trace of wolf blood exchange." "Also, Ashford completed a formal registration with a woman named Clara Wellick two weeks ago." Under wolf law, a mark must be registered within seven days or it becomes invalid. I came to register, only to find I was never registered at all. I took off the scarf covering my neck and dropped it into the trash can outside City Hall. Standing on the steps, I sent my brother a message. Marcus, I’ll go with you for the closed medical research.

"Pregnant patient, corpus luteum rupture, heavy bleeding! We need a consent form signed—now!" I stood there holding the clipboard, waiting, when a voice I knew way too well cut through the chaos. "I'm here!" Jimmy. My husband. The same guy who vanished on our anniversary—now signing off on emergency surgery for another woman. He didn't even blink before writing "husband" on the form. Still had our wedding ring on, too. He didn't recognize me behind the mask. Just grabbed my hand and begged. "Please save her. It's my fault. She's pregnant. I messed up. I love her. I can't lose her." His grip tightened. My wedding ring slipped off and hit the floor. I didn't say a word. Just turned and walked into the OR. A doctor beside me, totally clueless, beamed and said, "Dr. Meyer, your test results came back—twins! Your husband's gonna be so happy. Congrats!" I smiled, barely. "Schedule the termination after surgery."

On the day of the company's annual gala, I quit my job and went back to the countryside, using up all my savings to help my best friend raise her daughter. She had died tragically, swept away by the river while trying to retrieve my hundred-million-dollar gala prize ticket that had fallen into the water. Wracked with guilt, I honored her dying wish and married her husband. After the wedding, I sold my blood and even a kidney just to make ends meet, raising my stepdaughter with everything I had. Eventually, she fulfilled her dream of winning the Best Actress Award and was about to marry the richest man in the country. But just as I was preparing to give a speech at her wedding, I saw my best friend, who had been dead for over a decade. She clutched my stepdaughter's hand and accused me of being a homewrecker who seduced her husband, and even claimed I had been the one who pushed her into the river all those years ago. Only then did I learn the truth—she had faked her death all those years ago, just to steal my prize ticket and travel the world, leaving me behind to raise her family. The shock sent me into a cerebral hemorrhage. When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day she drowned.