The Fake Poor Bride Pdf Novels & Stories

“From Mr. Viremont. He said he acquired our debts and cleared them. She went to see him the next day, and he said she should move in.” “Are you trying to say—” “Yes! Their engagement was fake. It was all planned. She told me herself. That was the price she had to pay for him to clear our debts.” “Uhn… interesting. I always knew there was something fishy about their sudden union,” the woman said, nodding slowly. There was a brief wave of silence before she spoke again. “I hear she's not your real daughter.” Mrs. Adao’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘How much does she know, and why is she so interested in Amber? Well, what's the point of keeping quiet? I need the money, anyway.” she thought to her

Now, I was pretending to be someone else’s bride. Then there were the rumors. Alpha Draven’s brides always died. Not just one or two—a pattern. His first fiancée had been kidnapped, and while that story had circulated in my family, the others were different. Each bride-to-be after her had mysteriously died before the wedding ceremony could take place.

The woman beneath the veil averted her gaze, a fine sheen of sweat forming on her forehead. "Selene, you don't look too well. Are you tired?" I asked with a gentle smile. She cleared her throat nervously. "Yes, I…" I gestured for the officiant to pause the ceremony and led the bride into the lounge. Just then, my phone on the table vibrated. More than a dozen unread messages lit up the screen—all from Chase Riverton. 'You've figured out the bride's a fake, haven't you? Surprised? Selene and I are watching your wedding live right now.'

Arthur's company Taro is not small but not big enough to participate in this project, so I proposed to exchange by marriage. I have met a lot of people like Arthur, and he agreed without hesitation. Looking at the way he works, I no longer find it strange that Eulalia had to exchange her body for the opportunity to become famous, her father was worse than any father I had met in the underground. And then, that day came. The moment I saw the girl in the wedding dress standing next to the vicar, I knew I was right. Eulalia in real life is different from the picture, she is the girl that night, the one I was looking for.

“If your future wife disobeys… will you punish her in private or make it a public lesson?” Everyone burst into a ridiculous high pitched laughter that sounded forced. I nearly choked on my drink. What the hell? He chuckled lowly, raising his brow. “That depends… on how creative her disobedience is.” More laughter. Flirty eyes thrown at him. Fake smiles. Like hyenas begging to be devoured. I didn’t get what was funny. I really didn’t. I forced a smile, sipped water, and counted the exits.

I signed where indicated. And then it was done. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Marriage in a dress I had chosen myself, holding a certificate with both our names on it, trying to locate the feeling I was supposed to have in this moment. I'm married. I am Mrs. Hills. I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now.

When she opened her eyes, she was already here. “There’s no mistake. You are the bride the good person gave to us!” The two men said with a smile. “We are too poor and cannot even afford food. We have never had a woman before. I never thought that there would be a good person who would send us a bride.” “It is your luck! In the future, both of us would be your husband. You are a lucky woman.” “Come on, don’t resist. Come over.” Fia shook her head. “No, it’s not like that!”

"Are you Isabella Avellino? We received a report that this man used marriage as a pretense to commit large-scale financial fraud against you." Fraud? My mind went blank. "That's impossible. Who reported it?" And then a familiar voice cut through the air. "I did."

Why not for his boss? The next day, he walked into Jacob’s office with a stack of books under his arm. He had even asked his girlfriend which ones had the best male lead, so he was confident he was giving his boss the best cheat sheets possible. One was titled Marry the Devil; He’s Too Hot. From the title alone, he could tell it was suitable for Jacob’s situation. If the so-called devil was able to charm the heroine, his methods must be quite impressive. Another was called Fake Bride, True Love. That too was promising. If the male lead could find love with a fake bride, Jacob could definitely learn a thing or two about pleasing his wife from him.

Lowering his voice, he whispered, "It's actually a fake, borrowed it from a friend." She nodded and pulled back, her face flushing. "Yeah, uh, it looks real," she said, pulling her hand from his arm and stepping away. He was happy his little lie had worked-otherwise, how would he explain wearing a brooch worth two million when he was trying to pass off as poor? But he was also confused as his bride withdrew from him, as if suddenly shy of their closeness.