Romance Fraud Novels & Stories

“Watch your mouth.” “No. You watch yours. This whole fake marriage is falling apart and not fulfilling it's purpose. Good luck keeping her when she finds out it was all a lie. It was Just a contract you paid her mother to sign so you could look stable for the board. You married Valentina for optics. PR. A clean image. You never touched her. Never wanted her. It was a contract, Roman. A fucking business deal. And now you’re balls-deep in her kid? That’s not romance, Roman. That’s a fucking disaster.”

"He moves the money every hour. You’ll never catch the tail of it." "I don't need to catch the tail," Roman said. His voice was blunt and heavy. "I just need to find the heart. He’s paying the studio to push this fake romance. He’s using Scarlett to keep the stock price high for the merger. He thinks I'm a boy who only cares about feelings. He thinks I'm a boy who is crying because his girl is holding someone else’s hand." "Aren't you?" the Stalker asked.

Romano nodded once as if he had expected that answer. “Fair.” Fair? That was all he had to say? I stared at him in disbelief. “You can’t just ask someone to marry you like you’re offering them coffee.” “It wasn’t coffee.” “That isn’t the point.” A faint look of amusement crossed his face. Unfortunately, it only made me more annoyed. “Romano, I just ran away from my wedding.” “I know.” “My life is falling apart.” “I know.” “My fiancé cheated on me.” “I know.” “My apartment was broken into.”

Elena seethed, but Luca remained silent, watching Carlos carefully. "You claim my wife is yours. Or whatever you claim. But I don't see any evidence. Are you trying to play with me, Mr. Carlos?" Luca asked calmly. Carlos chuckled. "And what did your beloved wife tell you?" he asked. "That you're a fake," Luca replied, and the light in Carlos's eyes dimmed. "And you're just a past fling," he added, with a note of triumph in his voice. Carlos burst into incredulous laughter. "Ouch," he said, turning to Elena. "I'm hurt." He feigned a look of contrition. "Yeah, she said you two did have a thing in the past," Luca added.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

"These three years, I took your money and traveled the world. I invested, I built businesses, I lived a life so good you couldn't begin to imagine it. And you? You spent every day flexing on a machine, thinking you were God's gift to women. Garrett, don't you find that just a little bit sad?" My words flayed him alive. His pride—the one thing he'd always clung to—was under my heel, ground to powder. "You... you used a robot to trick me! That's marriage fraud! I'll have you arrested!" he shrieked. "Go right ahead." I spread my hands, utterly unconcerned. "But before you do, you might want to check your bank balance." Garrett blinked, then fumbled for his phone. When the screen showed a balanc

"The footage from the night of the stream. It shows Maya entering the building through the loading dock, bypassing the forty-second-floor security, and looking quite clearly like a common trespasser. Not a secret fiancée." Maya looked at the screen. There she was, looking frantic and disheveled in her old flannel shirt, picking a lock on a stairwell door with a credit card. It was impossible to spin. No one who was secretly engaged to the CEO would be breaking into his building through the service entrance. "The narrative is dead," Alistair continued, looking at Julian. " They’re calling it fraud. They’re claiming you staged the entire romance to manipulate the stock price after the first vi

" I said as I drummed my fingers on the countertop, suddenly anxious. "Of course," she said, putting a hand on my hand to stop my fiddling. She speaks in this way that makes you think you're boring her, but she listens and she cares. And she knows how nervous I am lately about my fate and Finn's. "The app usually Matches people who have been together for a while. You and your prince charming will live happily ever after. Trust me." "A while," I echoed. "Huh?" She raised her eyebrows. "You said, 'a while.' We haven't really been dating for a while, and I–"

“And that woman... you said she looked like you and claimed to be my wife?” Darcy, wrapping her arm around his, pretended to be sweet and angry at the same time. “Yeah. She even made me call you. But the number she gave me wasn’t even yours. I’m your girlfriend; how could I not recognize your number? What’s even worse is that the number probably belongs to one of her sugar daddies, and I couldn’t even get through. Isn’t that hilarious?” Felix’s world crumbled. He couldn’t even bring himself to laugh.

The rain-slicked streets of Boston mirrored the perpetual gray that had settled over Francis Thorne's soul. He had never been the sort of man who expected surprises, at least, not the good kind. At thirty-four, he had learned the hard way that life rarely offered sweetness without hiding a blade behind its back. After discovering his ex-wife’s affair, he expected nothing from women but polished lies and hidden agendas. Then he saw Elina through the fogged window of La Fleur de Sel bakery.