Novel & Cerita Our Fake Marriage

“Do you want them to keep dragging your name through the dirt? You’ve seen what they’re calling you. A user. A side piece. That’s their story. Unless we give them a better one.” “You mean your story.” “I mean ours,” I said, voice low. “Even if it’s fake.” She blinked, silenced for a second. I saw it…the crack in her armor. That stubborn flicker of hope fighting her pride. “Hold on one second. The marriage isn't real?” She asked. “Yes,” I nodded. “Actually, I made a mistake. It's just a fake engagement. I have no intentions of getting married yet.” She blinked again multiple times before looking around the room and back at me.

Don’t be silly! "And how would this work?" I inquire, taking a long sip of wine. Liam smiles when he realizes that I'm considering his proposal. "It would be a fake marriage, only on paper. We will just be friends, we won't have any real relationship. However, we will have to live together, obviously, no one should know that we're not a real couple. And regarding the agreement, I would ensure that you have everything you need to maintain the store and take care of your sister. Besides, we would have to maintain the appearance of a happy couple in public, so that the press and my family don't suspect anything. And at the end of the agreement, we get divorced, you go your way and I go mine. Si

I tried to correct him. He didn't respond. “Rule five,” I snapped. “If we’re going to fake this marriage, you need to learn how to fake liking me." He tilted his head. “You want me to fake smile at you?” “Pretend I’m not trash,” I said. “Shouldn’t be too hard.” He nodded slowly. “Then rule six: Don’t pretend you’re better than me.” “I am better than you.” He stepped closer. “You’re marrying me for convenience. How does that make you better?”

"Guess so. But I have a plan. Let's pretend we're in love. We have to go through with the marriage because that's what they want." "I told you, divorce is not an option in our family." "But we can fake it." "Fake what?" "The marriage – our wedding. I have a friend, whose father is a judge. We can talk to him and make a deal. All we have to do is fake the marriage registration. I will take care of everything." "Do you think our dads wouldn't know that?" "They won't know. Let's take the risk. You're the one who doesn't want to marry me, and that's the only way I can think of for you to be free from the situation we're facing now."

“You’re getting married? Do you love her? Does she love you back? But… aren’t you gay?” “Of course not! It’s not a real marriage. It’s just for six months. Once I get my inheritance, we’ll separate,” Lucas explained. “When’s the wedding?” Ravy asked. “Next month. Of course, you’re all invited. It’ll be held here in the Philippines so my grandfather won’t find out,” Lucas replied. “Ah, so it’s fake. For a second, I thought you’d become a lesbian,” Ravy joked, and everyone burst out laughing again.

To my surprise, he just wished me luck and hugged me. And then they started to talk like how we should have married a Long time ago if it weren't for Edward's stupidity to date Lara. I sensed Edward's fist clenched, so I grabbed his hand to assure him, smiling brightly at him. My jaw was practically hanging by giving fake smiles all day. I didn't know love was that costly. I paid price for the whole fifteen years for it and I guess some two years won't make a difference. Two years. We decided to keep our fake marriage for two years. Until we convince his parents that our marriage was not working in the way they wanted.

This feels surreal. “You're stunning,” Thalia, my cousin and my best friend, gushes once I'm all set. I wish I could give them a real smile, but this all feels wrong. Marriage shouldn't be like this, but I also can't let go of this opportunity. Just a year, Linnea. Just a year. “Thank you.” I give her the best fake smile I can ever form. “Linnea, I want to give you something,” Mum says, making me look at her. No, I don't want anything about this day to feel special. This day isn't special, and they need to understand that. This isn't a real wedding. It's a show.

Just let the words sit there between us, casual and unbothered, as though he hadn't spent yesterday drugged at an auction, then married me in a government office, then sent me home in one of his cars like a package that had been delivered to the wrong address. "I'm sorry?" I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. "Zane. We got married yesterday." "Contract marriage." He turned a page. "Which means Monday still follows Sunday." "Normally—" I set my bag down on the chair across from his desk, "—after a wedding, there is a honeymoon. There is a period of adjustment. There is, at minimum, a morning where no one expects you to answer emails before nine a.m.—" "It's nine fourteen."

The woman beneath the veil averted her gaze, a fine sheen of sweat forming on her forehead. "Selene, you don't look too well. Are you tired?" I asked with a gentle smile. She cleared her throat nervously. "Yes, I…" I gestured for the officiant to pause the ceremony and led the bride into the lounge. Just then, my phone on the table vibrated. More than a dozen unread messages lit up the screen—all from Chase Riverton. 'You've figured out the bride's a fake, haven't you? Surprised? Selene and I are watching your wedding live right now.'

But I know she can't see me as my car windows are tinted. I saw disappointment on Melvin's face and guessed her answer. But soon he was stopped by her. Then after a brief conversation, Melvin came and informed me that she agreed. I kept a straight face as if it doesn't matter. But I was relieved that she agreed. Otherwise, I will be doomed in front of Grandpa. Melvin was checking the documents, while he said I can sit inside the office to quickly do the procedures. I agreed as I have already wasted enough precious time for today. When I stepped out unknowingly my eyes took a glimpse of her again. our eyes got locked, but as she could not bear my intimidating stare she looked down. And a smal