Our Fake Marriage Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I hate every part of this, Daniel. But it's a necessary act. I promise, once we bring them down, we'll have a real wedding, just us, but I think by that time our little one will be also joining the wedding celebrations." Daniel managed a small smile. "I'll hold you to that, and I promise I'll give you the most luxurious wedding ever." The day of the fake marriage arrived, and in the entire mansion, the only people who are happy is Natalie and Mary. Mary, oblivious to the true nature of the event, arrived with an air of excitement. Natalie, playing her part well, teared up, acting as if her long-cherished dream for her daughter was finally coming true.

Then he bent forward and whispered, “At least, let’s do a fake marriage. You need to think about the children.” “F-fake marriage?” “Yes. It will be only in the name. You will have my last name too, act as my wife in public. The children will acknowledge me as their only father. No one will know the truth. So I can protect you and the children well.” “Harold …” “Say yes, baby. Once we register our marriage, we’ll visit your parents and tell them everything, except about the fake marriage.” She remained speechless because marriage was a huge thing, either fake or not. Accepting the decision would tie her to him for life. Was it a good thing to do?

"Great again. Mr Cartelli, if you could sign right here, and then Mrs Cartelli, if you could do the same just below his..." There hadn't been many documents for me to sign like this, so I winged it and made a new signature on the spot. I noticed Armani staring at it for a moment, but his attention was on the woman as soon as she started speaking. "And Dads..." she continued. Once they passed her the contract back, she handed us both the prenups, which were slightly scarier to look at, but I knew they would help us in the long run if this fake marriage ever had to break up. Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy.

"That's the problem. They would try to get a hand on my money or get me remain tied with her. I don't want this to happen." Confusion appeared on her face as Eden spoke up, "What do you mean?" "I don't believe in lifelong commitment or something. It's just going to be a contract marriage for a couple of months." Damien explained, "And as soon as everything will be in my control, we will part our ways and live our life in our way. There will be a prenup and you will get enough money to spend your life luxuriously afterwards." "Yeah, right." Eden glared at him, "Mr. Etheridge, do you think marriage is a joke? Well, for you it may be but for me, it’s not and I am not doing this."

My blood slowly went cold. If I hadn't seen her with my own eyes, I might've actually believed him. I might've thought he saw the electronic wedding invitation I posted online and finally realized his mistake. I simply answered, "Okay." After hanging up, someone sent me a screenshot from Easton's group chat with his friends. He had shared my wedding invitation with them. "Look at this! Wanda is trying to force me into marriage now!" One of his friends replied immediately, "She didn't even put a photo in the invitation. If she's going to fake it, she could've at least done it properly."

"It's just... interesting." "What is?" Quin asked, sounding mildly wary. "The two of you." She leaned back, eyes sparkling. "You know nobody believes that article, right? The whole 'fake marriage' thing?" The table went dead silent. I nearly choked on my wine. Quin froze with his glass halfway to his lips. Cassie looked utterly delighted. "Gotcha." "What is it?" I demanded. "That reaction." She pointed her fork between us. "You two are impossible. You act like an actual married couple no one would believe it's fake. You're both terrible actors."

I sat through the whole thing in a fog, nodding along as we discussed timelines, appearances, and what counted as acceptable hand-holding. At one point, he used the phrase ‘public intimacy quotient’, and I had to fight the urge to check if this was all some elaborate prank being livestreamed on TikTok. Even after we’d shaken on it, I still felt like I’d slipped into an alternate reality where men said yes to fake marriages without blinking and I somehow wasn’t being scammed. ‘There’s a party in three days,’ he said casually, like it was no big deal. ‘I’ll need you there. It’s time to announce our engagement.’

That didn’t sound like a question and even if it was, we had a rule right? “We don’t get to talk about family,” I rudely muttered. “Do you have any more questions?” “A bunch of them actually,” he said and scrunched his nose. “What’s your sexual life like?” “Personal.” “Not the type of response I’m expecting,” Morgan said. “For the records, I should be able to answer questions about your sexual life.” “What the hell has that got to do with our fake marriage?” “It has everything to do with it, Winter. Real couples share their wildest fantasies and that’s what we need to appear as; a real couple.”

He was serious, and Delanie’s lips thinned as she wondered if Lexi would still be walking with her head held high after realizing her words had come to life. Most fake marriages were accompanied by real certification, but Wade wanted to ensure that his marriage with Lexi would also have a fake certificate. There was no other way due to the timelines, so they would have to rely on trust. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Mr. Thomas.” Wade smiled, relief washing over him as he kissed her hands continuously before rising to his feet. “Then let’s go.” “To where?” Delanie asked, confused. “To register our marriage,” Wade said excitedly, lifting her in his arms bridal style. But when they reached the entrance

"It’s fine." With a deep breath, I signed my name at the bottom of the contract, feeling a strange mix of relief and dread wash over me. This was it. I was officially entering into a fake marriage with a man I barely knew. A man who looked at me like I was nothing more than a tool to be used. Jake signed his name next, then pushed the contract aside. "You’ll move into my house tomorrow. We’ll make the necessary public appearances to sell the story. After six months, we’ll quietly dissolve the marriage, and you can go back to your life."