Novel & Cerita Real Wife Fantasies

"Fine, it's my fault now. I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry that I just came here to have fun without even knowing that my fake husband is a well-known man. I'm sorry, okay? Is it fine now?" "Is it fine now? You're really asking me that after what you did? Do you even know that your photos with that moron are all over the internet now? How many times do I even have to tell you can't have any relationship with anyone as long as our contract isn't over yet? Did you forget about that already?! Is that how desperate you are to have a man to love you—

“Blair, before I forget, could you please be honest to your boss about your lack of a high-school degree? I don't have any confidential documents to prove this, but I'm sure he can easily confirm my statement. Have a nice day” With that, I left the room. It was petty, but I couldn’t avoid it. -MATT- Two weeks. We've been on the road for almost two weeks. Sure, the rangers are moving further, but being far away from home for a long time is making me restless. I miss my life in New York. I miss her. Our fake marriage seems more authentic than many other real relationships I've had in the past. Every day after training, I look forward to going back to the apartment, our home.

Not a dream—a nightmare! When I remembered the way he kissed me, the way he peeled the dress off me, I stopped calling it a nightmare. It had been so real! I'd genuinely felt his fingers burning my skin. Like Pars, I apparently needed to release some energy too. Otherwise, I was going to end up jumping him in some secluded corner. If he touched me, I'd burst into flames. What kind of attraction was this? Why was this guy drawing me in? "Dog," I muttered angrily. He'd gone off and slept with someone else. And here I was, fantasizing about a man who was screwing other women.

"You're disgusting! Get out of my way!" He hadn't expected me to curse him out, and his face darkened instantly. Without hesitation, I shoved him aside, took Jordan's hand, and headed straight out. Livio froze, staring as we walked away. Then he exploded. "Diane Ward, this is pathetic! You really think faking a marriage will force my hand?" "Fake marriage?" I snorted. "Whatever you say." His lips pressed into a thin line. "This has gone far enough! It was just a dumb bet. Do you have to make a fool of yourself like this?"

What have I just done? A harsh, bitter laugh escaped me as I threw my phone onto the bed. Oh, this is going to be a fucking disaster. Because, of course, why not toss a fake relationship into the mix? Just add it to the wonderful combination of a broken marriage, a hypocritical husband, and a mistress who is probably upstairs right now getting comforted while my husband says he is sorry for being such an asshole. How completely perfect.

"They're your kids, right? Aren't you going to do something?" His lips trembled as he stepped forward and grabbed my hand. "Harps, thank goodness you're alive! Our family can finally be together again! Let me make it up to you, okay? I owe you too much. I promise to treat you right from now on." I yanked my hand away, my voice cold. "You've got the wrong person, sir. I've never married anyone. Keep talking nonsense, and I'll have my lawyer sue you for defamation." Charlie sized me up from head to toe and realized I was very different from the woman he once knew. Although I had the same face, my complexion was vibrant and radiant.

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

But no matter how much I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted — between us, between the walls of this office, between my careful control and the raw, forbidden tension that now hung in the air. And I knew, with a sinking certainty, that this was only the beginning. I was a fake heiress entering a world of power, lust, and danger — and Alan Sterling was the wildfire I couldn't put out.

Third Person’s POV Frenzo Montever is an American bachelor, he became a famously known billionaire by the age of 25. He is the type of man that every woman will fall for. He refused to think about being in a relationship with women because he thinks that they will just give him nothing but headaches. But his life perception about love and women instantly changed the moment he saw Shane.

Is he trying to do something to me? "What difference does it make if we visit the hospital or anywhere else? You're supposed to be my fake wife so what's your problem? Are you pregnant?"