Our Fake Marriage Novels & Stories

"Alright, alright I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just wanted to keep that a secret. I didn't even tell my family about that because for sure, they'll be against it." "Well, you are right. But you know what? I still can't believe that you really married that man you had a blind date with." "I fake married him for the money." "Yeah, I know, but what if he's the one? What if God made a way for you to find each other because you're destined to be together?" I looked at her with no emotion on my face. "That's what you get from watching romance dramas. That man will never ever fall in love with me, and of course, I would never ever fall in love with a man like him too."

"You're fully aware that none of this is real." "What are you talking about? Of course, it's real. The marriage might be based on a contract but it's not fake, is it?" I heaved a sigh. "The entire charade of a marriage is fake." "Tell me, does this dress look fake to you? Do the diamonds look fake to you? Does that bouquet look fake to you? Does any of this look fake to you, Sapphy?"

"How crazy of you to think like that! I know it's you he likes, and I'm not going to sit here and argue with you. Please, eat up. Let's get going. We're running late... or rather, you are running late. Whatever, just do as I say. I got you a long sleeve to cover those reddish spots you have and a wig too. So please, make sure he doesn't notice this until he makes you that deal." I can't help but chuckle at her words, trying to lighten the mood. "Yes, boss. I will do as you've commanded." With that, I finish my breakfast, get dressed, and prepare myself for the day ahead. Sophia's right. I need to put on a brave face and hope for the best. After all, a million-dollar deal is not something to

he blurted out of nowhere. “Are you seriously kidding me right now?” He smirked. “Of course not. I am serious. Let’s get married. Let’s make this whole thing real. We were supposed to get married anyway. Remember, we are still engaged.” “Oh my gosh, you still remember that fake engagement?” “That engagement brings us closer together, thanks to your dad.” “I wonder how dad would react if he knew about our relationship.”

“You will be pleased to know I just got married on my way back from the bar. Please meet my new wife.” Their eyes meet and they all shake their heads and laugh. “Hello.” They all smile. “Nice to meet you,” one man replies as he shakes my hand. I smirk as my fake husband’s fingers tighten around my waist.” “About time,” another guy says as he shakes his hand. “Congratulations, mate. What’s your wife’s name?” His eyes flick to me as he thinks before he smiles sexily again. “Blossom.” I laugh out loud. “Blossom?”

she asked, practically beaming. I let out a breathy laugh and leaned back into the sofa. “Nothing.” Her smug expression faltered slightly. “I mean, I just found out my marriage was fake thanks to you,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “That’s a piece of paper. Anyone with basic editing skills can forge a contract. If I wanted to marry the president, I could whip up a fake document just like that. So, if someone’s unhappy about my union with the Blacks, they should be the ones questioning me—not you.”

I looked at her and raised my brows, knowing well that the only reason she would be worried about people hearing that is because Lucius is a big name and it would be wrong if the world knew our marriage was fake. "You are getting married and you think there won't be anything sexual?" She repeated with narrowed eyes. "Aren't you going on a honeymoon? Wait, have you booked a flight yet?" I blinked at her words and shook my head and my arms at the same time. "Sophie, no. We are not having a honeymoon. You keep forgetting that this..." I said pointing at the dresses around us. "All of these are not real. This is just a contract and agreement for the boy's sake. It is not a true wedding!"

“You just met him like a week ago, and now he wants you to meet his mother? That’s rare, and he’s a gem. I say, marry him and make some cute babies.” I rolled my eyes. “Unbelievable.” It may sound good, getting married, planning a future together, living in a pretty neighborhood, and popping out babies, but that dream would be impossible for me after a year. Knowing that my name would forever be a divorcee to Lake Winston, I didn’t think someone would ever be interested in me, but this was life. I needed money, and he needed a fake wife. “Hey!” One of the girls with pretty heavy makeup called us. They were probably one of those TikTok girls or I*******m models.

After a pause, he finally asked, "A fake marriage?" Fawn nodded. "Yes, we can draw up an agreement. The marriage could last for a year or three years, whatever works for us. It’ll be fake. Once the time is up, we’ll divorce, no strings attached. I’ll also compensate you. What do you think?" Sidney couldn’t help but feel both amused and baffled. Something about this felt... off. Seeing his silence, Fawn added, "You don’t have to answer me right away. Take your time and think it over. Just let me know when you’ve made up your mind. Of course, I’m hoping you’ll agree."

Dante asked. The guests were already clearly visible. A few of them noticed us and turned to stare. As I turned to face him, I noticed more and more people turning to look. A phone's camera light flashed somewhere. “Yes, I have. Note that's it's contract wife though, not a real wife. Just to save your image,” I said. Dante studied me for a moment, as though wondering what could have made me change my mind so quickly. “Alright,” he finally said, and I could almost see the internal shrug. “I will ring my lawyer now.”