Our Fake Marriage Novels & Stories

Like he did not know what to do, nor what to say. ‘Laugh it off.’ Shira suggested. I laughed. A fake, put on laughter, all for the benefit of Zaine. “Too much drink, again, I think.” I rested my head upon his shoulder and he smiled. “Yeah?” His expression was unreadable. “Imagine tolerating you for longer than I needed to.” He quickly added, all but repeating my earlier words, and I smiled, glad that he wasn’t making this awkward. He seemed to have taken the get out I had offered. He did not want to use my offer of a fake relationship to trick his parents so he was not forced into an arranged marriage. I understood that. We were good as friends. I cannot imagine us as anything else, fake or

“What about Cecilia?” “Once Chloe’s gone, I’ll have a ‘miraculous resurrection’ and come back to New York. Cecilia will only love me more. After all, you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone, right?” 【Listen to this piece of shit. Is he even human?】 【Faking his own death to ditch his wedding for a side piece? This asshole is on another level.】 【Girl, grab a knife and go gut them!】 I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob.

"It will be a short business of a few months, she will have a good remuneration; she only has to pretend to be my wife, she only has to pretend that we are a happy couple... then she will leave with her money and we will never see each other again. There will be nothing, absolutely nothing between us, no sex, no kissing, nothing, I just need me to legally appear married to someone." She needed money urgently, and a man was offering her a fake wedding in exchange for it, that particular proposal became much more tempting at that moment, when anguish had gripped her heart. "No," she said to herself, "Don't think stupidly, you won't agree to marry a complete stranger".

I didn’t even want to think that far. “She….” “So? We’re married and that should be all that matters. As for the ceremonies, we won’t be participating in them because…..” “It’s not a fake marriage, is it?” GK asked and I held on to the hem of my dress as I raised my head to stare at him. “It’s not, but we won’t be participating as….” “All real couples should do it. They….” “We’ll do it. It’s just one ceremony, we’ll partake.” I said and Alaric turned to me.

Loreen blinked as she smiled and said deliberately, “Of course, I’ll promise to marry you and give birth to a big fat baby boy for you! What do you think of it?” Charlie replied in a serious tone, “Don’t say anything like this in the future anymore. I’m your best friend’s husband!” Loreen nodded before she said seriously, “I know that, but both of you are in a fake marriage! It’s not even an actual marriage anyway! In fact, the best solution for the predicament that both of you are in is to give each other freedom!” Charlie shook his head helplessly before he said, “I’m not going to continue talking about this matter with you anymore. My words will only fall on deaf ears anyway.”

He continues explaining the tasks that we’ll need to complete, but I can’t hear a thing anymore. It was hard for me to pay attention to anything work-related today. After our girls’ night out on Friday, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Michelle’s suggestion, since it seems to be the only option for me to keep my apartment. What would the outcome be if I decided to go through with the fake marriage idea? What are the risks if the immigration office finds out I’ve committed marriage fraud? I avoided searching for information online about the topic how not to be tagged as a potential criminal. I’ve always been a good girl, following the rules. I recycle, always pay for breakfast bars

My brows drew together, confusion flickering across my face before I could hide it. “What?” “It’s gonna be a fake marriage,” he said, his tone quieter now, smoother, like he was easing into something he’d already thought through ten times over. “A contract marriage. That’s it.” My eyes widened slightly despite myself, my mind trying to catch up with what he was saying, trying to understand how he could make make something absurd sound almost reasonable His gaze dropped then, slow and deliberate, brushing over me in a way that made my skin heat instantly. “We could also do what married couples do…” he added, his voice dipping just enough to make the meaning land, “…if you want.”

Looking at the house in front of her, which was akin to a fairy tale, Aria felt her eyes become teary. She looked at Damian with a questioning gaze. Damian stared back at her with gentle, love-filled eyes as he explained, “I started working on this the moment we registered our marriage. I hoped that we would one day come here and play a little.” “What? You mean, our fake marriage?” Damian looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “And how did you say that our marriage was fake?” Aria was stunned. Hadn’t they signed a fake marriage certificate? What was Damian saying?

And it’s my job to make sure she never finds out. I open my eyes and force myself to keep looking for jobs, pretending like the weight isn’t crushing me. As I scroll, something catches my eye: “FAKE MARRIAGE, REQUIREMENTS: MUST BE A GOOD ACTOR.” The words are ridiculous. It’s so absurd that I actually laugh, a real laugh, something I haven’t done in longer than I can remember. “Must be one of those scams,” I mutter to myself, draining the rest of the Monster. But the ad lingers in my mind longer than I’d like to admit. Fake marriage, huh? Desperate times, desperate measures… but still, I shake it off.

“Like I would sign anything I don’t know the terms of.” Sinclair clenches his hands into fists. “The terms state we fake a marriage for one year to save my reputation that the issues you caused last night may ruin. In the process, we take lots of pictures and tell lots of lies about our love for each other, but split amicably in the end. Is that clear enough for you?” Of all the absurd things I’ve heard in my life, this has to be one of the most insane. I lean over the table so I’m closer to him, and this time I don’t break eye contact. I watch darkness dilate and spread in his eyes.