The Marriage Lie Book Novels & Stories

“Your ex. Zach. Why haven’t you finalized your divorce? If this is going to keep bleeding into your work, I need to know.” Her mouth opened, then closed again. I could see her debating whether to lie or not. Finally, she reached into her bag and pulled out a thick, battered book: Werewolf-Human Marriage Law. The corners were frayed, and the pages marked up. She set it on the table between us like she’d been carrying this weight around for years. “This,” she said quietly, “is why.” She flipped to a dog-eared page and pointed to a clause highlighted in yellow.

Joanna was stunned by the insult, but still clung to his arm and said coquettishly, “Oh come on, Jack, Laura is basically on her deathbed already. What’s the harm in announcing our happy news a little early?” Jack’s face darkened as he flung her hand off. “My wife is Laura, and it will only be Laura! Now the whole world knows I cheated during our marriage. The company’s stock and reputation are crashing—are you going to take responsibility?” It was only then that Joanna realized how badly she had messed up. She fell to her knees, covered her face, and sobbed. “Jack, I just love you so much... Can’t you give the child in my womb a place in your family?”

“So, Mrs. Blackwell… how would you define the current state of your marriage? Two words.” I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to bear the truth, to admit my misery, to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right about me. But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I’d lie in my grave before giving him that victory. “Happily. Married.” I forced my words through clenched teeth. His jaw tightened, his pen digging into the page. “Mrs. Blackwell,” he said smoothly, too smoothly, leaning back in his chair. “You don’t seem to take this counseling seriously. I’ve been dealing with couples for years. I know when they’re lying.”

“You can’t expect me to believe this. You married a girl barely out of college? What is this really about?” Liam’s tone was cold and measured. “Mia, I told you before. I’m married. It’s not about revenge, and it’s not about you.” “Not about me?” Mia’s voice cracked with disbelief. “All these years, Liam. You said you’d wait. You asked me to marry you, and I said I needed time. Two years, that’s all I asked! You couldn’t even give me that?” “Your choices were your own,” Liam said, his voice growing colder. “You wanted the spotlight, the fame. That’s fine. But don’t come here now and act like I owe you something.”

“While we’re here... Bright, there’s something we still haven’t talked about...” “I know where this is going,” he interrupted. “I said it so they wouldn’t attack you. I don’t care if they come after me, but I couldn’t let their words hurt you. So... I just said the first thing that came to mind.” A sharp sting of disappointment pierced my chest. I could already feel the kick coming. “So... the marriage... was a lie.” “No. No, it wasn’t. I mean... we could keep up that lie. As long as we get along, of course. And as long as everything is clear from the start.”

my husband, my love, that was built on lies. “You didn’t marry me because you loved me,” I whispered. “You married me because I was compensated for my fathers life. For my ruined childhood!!.” And in that moment..I broke down and screamed. “So it was a Marriage of Deceit? It was all an orchestrated game for you all?”

she announced, crossing her arms against her chest. I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, hesitating with my words so as to avoid making her even angrier. "Baby, I'm sorry. I know I have not been completely honest with you. I promise I'll tell you—" "I am not interested in hearing this anymore, Liam. I am fine with the secrets. Remember that we're only in this marriage because we were forced to be. Nothing else."

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

A heart caught between two men: one she never chose but who might now be her salvation, and another whose touch felt like poetry, but whose name was tied to the scent of old blood and unspoken secrets. She closed her eyes and felt the weight of her forced marriage as though it were chains tightening around her wrists. Proxy bride. The words echoed like a curse. She had never asked for this role, never dreamed of stepping into such a labyrinth of deceit. And yet here she was, drowning in a game she could not escape.

A carefully constructed lie meant to buy me time—just enough until my mother left again, wherever she had decided to disappear to this time. That was all it was supposed to be.Nothing permanent or binding. Just time. How the hell was I supposed to explain that this lie had somehow escalated into marriage? Do I offer her money? A contract? A clean exit wrapped in a generous check? A bitter thought crossed my mind—ugly, sharp, and impossible to ignore. What if she refuses? Pretending to be my girlfriend was one thing. Marriage was madness. An entirely different line, one no sane person would cross without hesitation.