The Fake Poor Bride Pdf Novels & Stories

Mum asked and I smiled shaking my head at her making her frown in confusion. “I have a little work to get done before tomorrow, I passed by to see you and dad. But you know mum…” “I understand, love. Let me walk you to the door” mum said stopping me and I had to fight back laughing at her attitude. “But, Iris love, the man is yet to see his siblings either. He can at least stay for a while longer?” Brad asked and I smiled at the man’s concern, having sensed mum’s change in attitude. The man wasn’t as blind as his wife was. He knew for fact that this fake attitude was simply one for the media, he was dealing with the same matter with his wife. However, his wife was more realistic than mother

"Did you see that? The groom kissed the bride on her cheek!" "Do you think something is wrong?" "Well, there must be. Otherwise, how could the groom do this?" "I heard that the bride has no real family who could back her position. She was an adopted child but now look at her. She has become the Young Madam. Must be due to her looks." "The groom, he's a little shy." Madam Anderson glanced at the two women who kept murmuring to themselves like noisy bees with indifference. "And, the bride has always been a family to Anderson's."

“Is she serious?” “Did she really…?” “What a strange family…” Ava suddenly reaches into her purse. “Fine,” she says shakily. “You don’t have to believe me. I brought proof.” She holds up documents. Someone scoffs. “That could be fake.” “It is fake. She is lying and twisting everything that happened,” I finally said, my chest heaving like it took the last of my strength to speak. I’m starting to think she never was pregnant. She never showed any test results, we just believed what she said.

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

And I never thought I'd be getting into a fake marriage in my life. It's something I read about in Chloe's romance books. It's not real...it doesn't happen in real life but here I am, fake marrying one of the richest men in the city for a million dollars. Nothing can be crazier than this. I noticed that everyone was looking at me just then, do they think that I am going to bolt? "I do"

She punishes me and my innocent younger sister for no reason. As if that wasn’t enough life chooses to crush me hard into the ground again, about two days to the contract completion, a beautiful strange woman walked into the house majestically like she owned the place, she wasn’t surprised to see me or my sister. Instead she introduced her self proudly as Craig wife to be and called me all sorts of demeaning name like a slut and a prostitute, I found out that she's Cheryl; Craig fiancé, she knew all about the two month contract and agreed for Craig to use me as a substitute in her inexcusable absence.

The auctioneer announced, "And now, for our final and most mysterious item of the evening, a painting from an anonymous donor—‘Priceless’ Love!" A giant red curtain was pulled away. An oil painting was revealed. It depicted Fiorella in a wedding dress and Caius in a suit, painted like gaudy 18th-century nobles. The style was a caricature of classical portraiture, their proportions comical, their expressions stiff and self-satisfied. But the killing blow was the frame. Obscenely lavish, it glittered with a cheap, blinding light—it was crusted with fake diamonds that anyone with an eye for quality could spot from a mile away.

The world was collapsing, and my so-called husband and groom was practicing the art of nonchalance. Meanwhile, Madam Helena stepped forward, her poise like a blade, sharp and regal. “Denver, do not stagger out like some injured bull. This is your family’s shame, not ours. If your family wasn’t so despicable, we wouldn’t be here cleaning the mess. Providing us a fake bride? Denver, how dare you belittle my West family?” I gasped, just like everyone else. A fake bride? Mia was fake? My brain went blank for exactly three seconds. Then, like a badly tuned radio, my thoughts came crashing in with static – a fake heiress of a fake Harrington?

I expected a month to prepare, and then we got married, but apparently, Tara made everything difficult for us when it shouldn’t have been this complicated. “What’s the rush? If you want people to buy that we’re in love, this is how we do this. We should build our relationship in trusts. We do it as authentically as possible because I’m a terrible liar, and I can’t fake—” “Then you just have to sell it.” I glared at her, and she glared back. “Then you just have to find another fake bride. The last time I checked, you needed me, not the other way around.”

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”