The Fake Poor Bride Pdf Novels & Stories

“Did he think it was too little money? Well, give him more! I don’t care how much money it takes. Get that standby heart ready!” Adam immediately scraped and bowed and apologized. “Miss Pascal, that crazy man actually claimed to be your husband! He even said…” Adam subconsciously wanted to keep all this under wraps, but he said the rest of it at Elena’s glare, “He even said that the heart belongs to your mother-in-law.”

A brown envelope dropped out. I picked it up. Opened it. My flashlight moved across the first page. Illegal transactions. Dates stretching back years. Names I didn’t recognize connected to amounts that made my heart beat unevenly. I turned the page. Forged business documents. Fabricated contracts. Money laundered through shell companies with clean sounding names. I turned again. Photographs. I almost dropped the envelope. Bodies. Faces I couldn’t place. Men who had probably been erased from history. Neat handwritten notes in the margins, dates, locations.

Damien would do it for sure. All I said was it was going to be an arranged marriage. When I was done with my narrating of the story, she nodded thoughtfully. I sighed lying for the first time to Cassandra and being successful in selling it to her. She always caught.. "You have got jokes, Eden. Damien is obviously not an arranged marriage material. That one month prince guy who never happened to be found with the same girl after a month is doing an arranged marriage! Don't try to fool me." Cassandra raised her voice at last, "I already heard it but you better not take me as Brenda."

He continues explaining the tasks that we’ll need to complete, but I can’t hear a thing anymore. It was hard for me to pay attention to anything work-related today. After our girls’ night out on Friday, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Michelle’s suggestion, since it seems to be the only option for me to keep my apartment. What would the outcome be if I decided to go through with the fake marriage idea? What are the risks if the immigration office finds out I’ve committed marriage fraud? I avoided searching for information online about the topic how not to be tagged as a potential criminal. I’ve always been a good girl, following the rules. I recycle, always pay for breakfast bars

I was in the small sunroom off the library, trying to lose myself in a book, when Izzy burst in, her face unusually pale, a gossip magazine clutched in her hand like a venomous snake. “Angel! Nonna tried to hide it, but I saw it on the newsstand when we went for pastries!” She thrust the magazine at me. The headline screamed across the glossy cover in lurid, oversized font: {BILLIONAIRE’S BOGUS BRIDE! Damien Salvatore’s ‘Fiancée’ A Penniless Painter Hired to Hoodwink Dying Mother!}

Born and raised to marry men like me. “Here’s the thing.” I leaned toward her, stepping into her space just like she stepped into my life. “My marriage might be fake, but at least my wife and I are honest about it. Your marriage is also fake, but I bet you’re silly enough to think it’s real. Let me guess, you grew up rich, didn’t you, Morgana? Never had a job. You probably have a fancy but useless college degree from some top school, a big family name, and money from your parents all over the place?”

"Don't be scared, mami, I liked you the first time I saw you." I swallowed nervously then flashed a fake smile. "Can I go now? It's an abomination to see the bride before the wedding." "Fuck that shit." He slammed me against his front. I collided with his shirtless chest and that led to a gasp fleeing my lips. "You know, there is a saying that says..." He leaned on my neck and sniffed me. "...Fuck her before the wedding, it will taste better, And fuck her after the wedding, to seal everything."

He opened his and it was a matching couple set of pyjamas. "Wow! It's so cute." I smiled. He gave me the smaller one and then, he took the bigger one. Caden smiled as he looked at the pyjamas. Caden and I looked at each other and laughed. Just then, my phone buzzed and I quickly got it. I opened my phone and when I saw it was a message from Lauren, my heart skipped. I opened the message slowly and the text read, "Don't be too drawn into the marriage. Do not fall in love with Caden Holtons. Remember that you are just a fake and substitute bride. He is mine!"

I stayed with her from freshman year to graduation and then followed her here to struggle in the capital. I saved every penny, worked one full-time job and three part-time jobs, just to give her everything I earned, just hoping she could pay off her debts sooner and get married without worry. However, in reality, she was a wealthy young heiress of the capital, spending millions as she pleased, publicly dating me while secretly keeping another man on the side.

“What? We already talked about that. I need those fake documents as soon as possible!” The woman's voice was familiar. Trisha was the first to enter my mind. I even confirmed it when she spoke again. “I need that fake medical documents as soon as possible! That's what I'm going to show Caleb so we can get married early. I need to hurry up the wedding before Caleb thinks twice and maybe the witch Brittany will take away what belongs to me. So please, make a way. Caleb must believe that I am seriously ill or, better yet, say that my life is fixed when we get married right away. Just do you job! I'm paying you, don't forget that.”