The Marriage Lie Book Novels & Stories

One night. Ten hours. Six hundred minutes. The amount of time left before Liviana would be walking down the aisle and into the arms of her new life, when she would say “I do” and kiss the lips of the stranger she would spend her life with, building a life together for nothing more than their parents’ businesses. A marriage being built on lies. But it wasn’t just the marriage, it was her whole life. How was she supposed to live in a world where nothing was real? Nothing is true or significant. Not even now.

“Let me help you" I pleaded, my hands gripping her tightly. "Fine. If you're so bent on solving my problems, you can marry me then" the lady snapped in frustration, forcing the engagement ring on my fingers. "Let's go get our marriage certificate then" I urged with a knowing smile. ....... Behind the spotlight, Luisa's life is a complexity of lies and scandals. Haunted by the tragic drowning of her sister, which she blames herself for, she built walls around her heart. Her carefully constructed walls begin to crumble when a compromising video threatening to expose the death of her sister surfaces. As the past and present collide, Luisa has to confront her demons and face the lies that she's

“Amara—” “I want to speak,” I said. The microphones shifted in my direction. I took a breath. “I didn’t marry Lucas Blackwood for money. I married him because I was given no choice.” A murmur spread. “But I stayed,” I continued, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me, “because I believed there was more to this marriage than paper and signatures.” I looked at Lucas then. “And I am still deciding if that belief was a mistake.” The silence that followed was deafening.

Large windows covered by cream curtains. A dark wood dresser. A king-sized bed. The unfamiliar scent of expensive cologne lingering faintly in the air. My heart skipped. Where am I? Then it hit me. Damian's house. My stomach dropped. We got married last night. The realization slammed into me like a brick. I collapsed backward onto the bed and dragged both hands down my face. Great. Just great. I'm a married woman now. And of all the people in the world to be married to, it's Damian Westwood.

Li Wei uttered as he rubbed Lihua's stomach. "I love you, Mr. Jian Li Wei! You will always be Secretly Married to Me, my dear professor!" Lihua uttered and again sealed the kiss. ------------ Author's note! Secretly Married to My Professor has finally come to an end! I just want to say thank you to you my dear readers. Thank you for reading my story and waiting for an update. This is my first ever story and I still have a long way to go in order to make a good and worth-reading piece. But still, thank you so much for reading and leaving your reviews about my story.

I asked. " This is going to be the marriage of revenge, my love." he replied " I can tell you hate me so much which is why you left me at the altar. You didn't want to get chained to me by getting married so why not give you the same thing you never wanted? This marriage is going to be the marriage of hatred. Nothing else. I will get to keep you imprisoned to myself as long as I want until I began to get bored of you." " You still love me, Dante, which is why you want to get married to me. Don't you?" I asked with a smirk " Trust me this marriage is going to be a marriage of love and hatred. Love from your side and hatred from my side."

I inhale a deep breath closed my eye and looked at him to answer his question. "There's nothing. You must have misunderstood." I replied looking into his eye's that he wouldn't doubt me. He then wrapped his arms around my shoulder pulling me near his chest. "I knew it." He whispers near my ear making me die in guilt. "Game over. Now someone tell me this, how can I make my marriage manifest in the office and the media?" "Now if I say she is my wife, then everyone would ask that if she is my wife then why was she working as an employee in the office? Now you two give me some ideas what should I do?"

I retorted, feeling overwhelmed by frustration and anger. Drex was quick to respond, his voice tinged with regret, "I'm really, really sorry. I doubt I can stop the process. But this is as close as we can get to not getting married, don't you think?" I sighed, still reluctant to accept this arrangement. "I would still carry your title, which I don't want." "But think about Angel. Please, Lia. After five years, we can just say it didn't work out, and you'll be free to live your life. I don't care if you date someone; you'll need to," he reasoned.

Alya is now sitting in a cafe with her friends, Alya sadly said: "I am regretting getting married to Dhruv, first I thought I will be happy with Dhruv despite someone else will be in his life. Even I thought, with time he will forget that bitch but I was wrong he is madly in love with her " Her friend looked at her and asked: "If he loves her so much then why will he get married to you ", Alya sadly sighed and said: "Because of his dad. His girlfriend is an orphan and works as his PA but his dad will never accept a low-class girl like her as Dhruv's wife and Mittal's daughter in law but he really loves her ".

He left even before I could finish the question. Again, he left, taking the answers to my peace of mind with him. Gosh. I needed that money for my mother, but this marriage didn’t sound like a virtuous path to have them. Moreover, what story was I going to tell the surrounding people? Selena would never believe a word of any story. She knew how much I loathed this man’s gut, and now, out of nowhere, I was becoming his wife. I needed to narrate a story that everyone believed. I had no idea what it would be, but it had to be more realistic than anything going on in the world right now.