Our Fake Marriage Novels & Stories

Mama even got teary eyes half-way through Liam's speech and Aden had to step up to comfort her. My heart ached at the scene. It was a fake marriage where everybody treated it as if it was real. Nobody had a single idea just how hard it was to be me. To stand there, faking happiness and faking my love for this man who was promising his life to me. We didn't even know each other. At least not well enough to be stand there at the alter— holding hands. "Bride, please repeat after me." I turned to the officiant and gave him a light nod in acknowledgment, "I, London Naomi Saint, take thee, Liam Alvaro Luciano, to be my wedded Husband"

So I pressed my forehead against his, sucked in a deep breath that completely had his scent then began to speak. “You and I are a team. We agreed to be one. To be there for each other. To help each other. And that is what I'd do. Marriage was never part of my life goals, just like being in a relationship. But like we are fake dating, we can simply fake marry…” “We can't fake a mating ceremony, Arwa.” “But it doesn't have to be real for me. I can do it, and when you find my family, I leave. Isn't that fake?”

Or for him to commend us for not fighting yet. What I didn't expect was for him to tell us that we’re about to be assigned our first official mission. My joy instantly knew no bounds, but before a word could be said, he continued. “This job is very important and critical. The basics of it is that you two are gonna get married and act as husbands for the duration the mission would hold.” As those words echoed through my mind, I almost fainted from shock in that very moment.

I said, pushing her aside before apologizing to the agent again and sending her off. When I got back, Rachel was still standing in the hallway, looking furiously at me like she was demanding answers from me. "Aaron Matthews! We agreed that it was only going to be a fake divorce!" I looked at her like she was an idiot. "Have you forgotten that you've already married someone else?" "I have my difficulties. Also, my marriage to Max was also fake! And the child was an accident! I really didn't know how things turned out like this! "I don't know how Mom learned about his existence, and she told me that she was dying soon, and she wanted to see her grandson in her last days."

Moved by her pleas, Cain secretly took her into his home, and the two began living together like a couple under the same roof. Things took a twist three months ago when Brenda's belly started to show. She threw a fit, demanding Cain give her the title of his wife. Panicked, he concocted a harebrained scheme: a sham wedding. When she threatened to air all their dirty laundry live online if he didn't marry her, he reluctantly caved. After all, he reasoned, it wasn't as though they were registering the marriage legally. What harm could a ceremonial wedding do? Using the guise of his longstanding engagement to a Schindler family daughter, he convinced himself it was foolproof. No one would bat a

' "Grandpa. I am sorry. I tried too hard to talk to her but she didn't let me speak a sentence added to that she was super clumsy, she threw her coffee on me. How do you think I was supposed to deal with her?" "You brat! You are just good at making excuses! What about the women I arranged for you before this?" I clicked my tongue in annoyance knowing he would never appreciate the truth. "Grandpa listen to me. it is not that I don't want to get married, it's just that I don't have found anyone that could compel me to make her mine. You should understand that when a man finds his territory he will ultimately mark it. So don't get stressed over this little issue."

He said, trying to be fair. But I knew better. My mind was already made up. I can't change it no matter how hard or unreasonable the arrangements may be. I thought. He went on. "I will read out the terms again." "Go on." I motioned him to go on. "You shall pretend to be married to me. We'll fake our marriage to my family and the public as a whole for merely 365 days. You will abide by all my rules for that period of time and In return for accepting my proposal, I'll shelter you and your son. Not to exclude, I will also help you find your long-last-seen Dad. What do you say?" Is it plausible?" He asked.

He’s so unpredictable, and what he said next confirmed it. “You and I are going to get married this weekend… I need you to be my wife for two months and … I didn’t intend for it to happen but the mocking and sad laughter came out from no where, I pinched my self afterward just maybe I was dreaming. Today couldn’t have gotten more worse, he folded his arm and stared at me patiently. “You must be joking … marry you? Marry you? Why? For what? What are you saying!” I yelled back at him, he smirked at me then continued his speech like I didn’t just Intrude him with lots of questions.

He watched Zara. Her shoulders were up. Hands wrapped around the mug like it could keep her warm. He had to say it now. Before Marcus did. Before the results came and Obasi moved. "Zara." She turned. Slow. Eyes red. She’d been crying. Damien cleared his throat. "Marry me." The mug in her hand didn’t shake. But her breath did. "Excuse me?" "Marry me," he said again. No fluff. "Fake marriage. Legal. Six months. Maybe a year. Till this blows over."

“Ground rules?” He nodded, his eyes glinting. “First of all, no one can know this is fake. If anyone suspects that we’re not actually dating, the whole thing falls apart. So, we need to be convincing—like, really convincing.” She wasn’t sure whether to be intimidated or intrigued by the way he spoke, but she swallowed and nodded. “Okay. What else?”