Our Fake Marriage Novels & Stories

I tried to play it cool and took a sip of water to force the food down. “Any reason why?” I was honestly floored with that; this was a fake wedding; well marriage. “As I’m sure you know we will have to have at least one media outlet there, so we do need to be in love” he winked at me. WINKED at me. I rolled my eyes. “So, this means I need to write mine too?” My voice sounded exasperated even to me. Another thing to fake, now I had to fake vows. Why couldn’t we do this the easy way? I would ask Nikki for help then, she was good at bullshitting.

Cooks had started spreading rumors about our family and our church, but they were able to show the other church leader her true colors until she was kicked out along with her grandson. They have now skipped a few towns so they can go to another church, for people who claim to be saints they sure are not good people. We talked all about my life and I felt happy that I was reunited with them, guess time does heal all wounds. My wedding day approached swiftly, and I was so happy, we wanted a very lowkey wedding, not too glamorous like Cyan’s and not to publicised like Kaleah. And our mothers sure made our dreams come true, they had made sure of our themes, and everything was just as we hoped.

“It also means our wedding won’t be fake anymore. We’re a real married couple expecting our fourth baby.” Luke’s heart swelled with love at the way she claimed his children as hers. She indeed was their real mom. “Ours was always an actual marriage. When was it fake?” He chuckled at her shocked reaction. “But you said it was a fake deal. I’m so confused.” He grinned, enjoying her confusion. “That was the only way to get you to marry me without a confession of love. I was still in denial, but I wanted you as mine. But I couldn’t make you sign any legal documents when I knew I wanted something permanent with you. In fact, I didn’t consult my lawyer even. So the wedding happened just like a rea

I walk closer and touch it. Like, I have seen this tattoo before? I looked at his eyes but saw mischief in them. I suddenly moved away, remembering he was half naked. I clear my throat and go back in front of the mirror. I put on some light makeup and scolded myself when my hand shook. "Hmm," Wilson said before going to our walk-in closet. We need to stay in one room because many eyes are watching us. I, my secretary, Wilson, and Andrea's nanny know about the fake marriage.

"Excuse me, pre. We have to leave because I have a lot of work to do. Maybe at another time." "Because man, this only happens to us once. After this I will return to Davao. My assignment is far away so I'm making the most of my vacation. Maybe it won't happen again because maybe my husband and I will be there." He even grinned because of what he said. "Ha-ha-ha. It's you dude, just let me know when you get married. It will go no matter where it is. Right now, I really can't stay here any longer," said Zedrick to Flavio.

He was always like this, emotionally stable and elegant, even when stabbing me in the back. "You know?" He asked, his tone as calm as if discussing tomorrow's weather. "Why is it Elena?" I asked tremblingly. "Why is our marriage legally invalid? Why is she your wife?" Killian sighed, reached out to pull me into his arms, his fingers gently running through my soaked long hair. "Halen, you are always so serious." He lowered his head and kissed my forehead, a coaxing tone in his voice. "That's just a piece of paper. You know, the only person I love is you. My future, my children, everything I have is yours."

Did people fuss over him the way they were fussing over her? The image almost made her laugh. She couldn't imagine him sitting still while someone adjusted his tie for the tenth time. A small smile tugged at her lips before disappearing again. A few hours, that was all. In a few hours they would be married. The realization hit her so suddenly that her stomach twisted. Married, not engaged or pretending, actually married. The thought felt surreal, like something from a dream she would wake up from at any moment. But she wouldn't wake up because it was real.

The auctioneer announced, "And now, for our final and most mysterious item of the evening, a painting from an anonymous donor—‘Priceless’ Love!" A giant red curtain was pulled away. An oil painting was revealed. It depicted Fiorella in a wedding dress and Caius in a suit, painted like gaudy 18th-century nobles. The style was a caricature of classical portraiture, their proportions comical, their expressions stiff and self-satisfied. But the killing blow was the frame. Obscenely lavish, it glittered with a cheap, blinding light—it was crusted with fake diamonds that anyone with an eye for quality could spot from a mile away.

“The marriage… it’s a scam. Will and I are just friends. We got married because it was the only way he could get custody of Frida.” Silence envelops the table, and I can see the wheels turning in their heads. Just as I finish speaking, Will’s phone buzzes, and he glances at the screen. “Excuse me, I need to take this… so sorry,” he says, his expression shifting to one of concern. He stands and walks out onto the deck, leaving me alone with my family. “Wow, Kiera,” Mia starts, her voice low. “I totally get wanting to help him, but a fake marriage? You know how sensitive you are… This could end badly.”

Another MadeMan chuckled and said, "Most importantly, Pia is a real beauty, and she's skilled and absolutely devoted to you, Don. She's the best candidate to use as a decoy!" "Your idea was such a brilliant one, Don! All you had to do was flirt with her a little, and Pia immediately fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. She's the only one who doesn't know that the massive engagement party you threw for her was nothing but a smokescreen. "Really, did she think that she was even fit to be Donna or Madre, coming from a family background like hers? That's just wishful thinking on her part!"