Our Fake Marriage の小説・ストーリー

“Hm… No, I don’t. What was it?” “Now that Ethan is finally home and healthy, I was wondering if we could finally have a proper wedding. A real one this time.” Florence was definitely caught by surprise, and the way her eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped open almost made Scott laugh out loud. “What? Are you serious?” she asked in disbelief. “Why?” Scott pretended to be offended and frowned at her. “What? I just don’t feel like we had the wedding we deserve. It wasn’t even real. I want us to have a proper memory of it. Don’t you want the same?”

His hand brushed against mine intentionally, a lingering, scorching touch that made my fingers tremble. Kian flashed Julian a tight, corporate smile, but the moment my husband blinked, Kian’s gaze dropped straight to my high velvet collar, eyes flashing darkly. Cassian smirked openly. His tattooed fingers clamped tightly around the wine stem, his eyes pinning my lips with a predatory, shameless hunger. They were playing the game perfectly. We all pretended we had never met. We all pretended last night never happened. And as I stepped back, my heart hammering against my ribs, I desperately prayed to whatever god was listening that it would stay that way forever.

Lincoln said but I just smirk and raised an eyebrow at him. "Feral or not feral, they're all just the same rogues, Lincoln. But I'll consider your suggestion." I replied to Lincoln and fake a smile at him just to annoy him. "What if your mate turns out to be a rogue? If that day will come then I will thank the moon goddess for giving you the karma that you deserve, Michael." Lincoln said and then he went to the small garden located on the side of the packhouse, I saw him picked some flowers.

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

I'd probably be dead by now. "So, have fun girl." Courtney said with a perky attitude. "With the fake couple thing, I mean." "I won't, but no one can know about the fake part. Alright?" I told her. "Of course." She nodded. .

“I’ll lay it out for you. I’m at risk of being deported due to a clerical error. I need to get legally married to stay, and the marriage would have to be legit on paper. Any questions or interviews that Immigration has would have to be answered and satisfied. The marriage would be kept between us. In exchange, I’m willing to offer fifty thousand dollars as a bonus for a client that you’ll take on shortly. A very big client. That’s just the first step in your promotion. For landing said client, there will be others, and after a year, or perhaps sooner, once I have what I need, the marriage will be legally terminated.” My mouth drops open in shock. “You can’t…you can’t talk about marriage like

That went far beyond abuse. The next second, the clerk frowned. "Wait… This certificate is fake. You should take it back." Everything in me went cold. I stared at her, unable to believe it. "How is that possible?" So, the one thing that had held me together all this time was fake, too. I couldn't tell if my heart hurt more or my body. I laughed and cried at the same time as I walked out. That marriage certificate was just like his love, a lie from the start.

I whispered to Lucas and he grins. "You look lovely" he whispered right back and a bouch creeps up on my cheeks making me lower my head. "When do I meet your mom?" I ask him, my hands entwining with his. "it seems like people here don't know we're married" "No, they don't. And, I guess you would meet my mom anytime soon" I don't know how to feel about Lucas not telling people we're married. I know it's not legal and all. We don't even have papers. All we have to prove our fake marriage is a ring. The ring Lucas bought him and I the first time we moved in together.

“Chill.” I rolled my eyes again, folding my arms tighter across my chest. I might have a little crush on his annoying ass, but I wasn’t stupid enough to let it show. We all know how scummy men can be. One minute they’re sweet-talking you, the next they’re gone. I exhaled and leaned back in my chair. “I’m listening.” He nodded quickly, trying to look serious even though excitement was still all over his face. “Okay… it’s not gonna be real, alright? We’re just faking it. We’re not actually getting married or anything crazy like that. I promise.”

She raises her hand and places it on my lips when I open my mouth to protest, "Hold on, let me explain. What I mean is, that you don't have to get married. It could be a fake marriage, or even a fake child, just something good enough to convince your father and then get the contract over and done with." "That plan is even worse than my mother's suggestion," I chuckle, trying to suppress my anger. "Technically, it isn't so bad since the contract doesn't specify how long you need to be married. It could be a one-year fake marriage agreement." I rub my temple taking in her words, a fake marriage? Nah! I can't possibly imagine being in one. It will only complicate things because then I would hav