Novel & Cerita Amor Por Conveniencia

Her comment did hurt a bit, but it is what it is, emotions set aside, even if I sold our entire company to the highest bidder Father didn't much to it. Vivian continued unbothered, "But Marriage? Will you be able to pull it off?" "A marriage of convenience" I repeated Darcel's words. "Convenience, my ass" She cursed, I had never heard Vivian curse so loudly. "Every marriage is a matter if convenience in our world Eri. But, it's always about men's convenience." I wondered if she was talking about herself.

“I don’t. But I will give it to you straight. This isn’t what I wanted. But it doesn’t matter now. I deal in reality, not in fantasy or fairytales. We slept together. You became pregnant. I accepted my responsibility.” How could he be so cold when her heart felt as though it were on fire? “How kind of you,” she murmured. “How very mature.” Damiano shrugged. “I just did the right thing in order to see our son grow up. This is a marriage of convenience, Thea. There’s no love, just a mutual interest. We will focus on our son. We’ll sleep together on occasion. Have sex if we both want it. Put on a good face in front of my family. But that’s it. Understand? That’s all you’ll get from me, and that

He was on full force and banged into her core in an inhumane pace. Haven had nothing running inside her head. It was just pure pleasure. All she knew was they were going to have a long night. And she will have soreness all through the day or the week.

he explained wittily. I chuckled. “Massimo, I am a married woman now, can you not call me your amor?” “No,” he replied without hesitation. “You will always be my amor whether or not we ended up together.” I rolled my eyes at the stubborn man. “Just don’t let the media hear you; I am already in a lot of trouble because of your hug.” Massimo paused, pulling me back as well. He gave me a complicated look. “Most women would say don’t let my husband hear you, but you are more concerned about the media?”

That isn’t her problem anymore, she thought. During the first three months though, despite their insatiable appetite for each other, Ami has not conceived. At first she was stressed and nearly stopped Rain from having intimate relations with her but after they talked about what her problem was, she calmed down. Rain told her that no matter what, she will always be his utmost priority. Should they conceive, well and good but should they not, he said he has no problem with that as he could always help her in trying even if it takes them the whole night doing it. Ami blushed when Rain told her that but she was awed by Rain’s consideration of her feelings. Since then, her love for him has deepen

“It’s not like it’s a marriage for love. Salvatore doesn’t have to feel anything to marry. He only needs to say yes and fuck his bride, perhaps father a kid or two, and keep his wife alive as long as we want peace with the Famiglia. You can do that, right?” I narrowed my eyes, not liking his tone. “I can do that.” Simone shook his head. “That’s a fucking bad idea and you know it.” “It’s unconventional,” I conceded, “but it’s a practice that’s been used in our circles for

“No green chile though, which is a shame.” Bev had been there, done that. She had seen the world, back when she’d been on top of the corporate ladder. And she didn’t like it. Amor was small, and kind, and she knew she wouldn’t find another place like it. This was home. “Thanks, but no thanks. Nothing could convince me to leave.” Bev threw a smirk at Melinda. “Especially not after helping you two move.” Melinda laughed. “Not even if a handsome man showed up on your doorstep, wanting to whisk you away into the night?”

I want to believe that it's the same. "Fuck, Lizzie." He groaned as he swiftly pushed inside me, and I moaned in exquisite pleasure. There is no more contraceptive between us anymore. Not even a condom. Elizalde wants this, and I am more than okay with this. I don't want to think of what will happen next if I ever get pregnant. That's the least of the worries I have on my list. ... "It seems good to be a Mrs El Del Real, right?" I smirked at Snow's inappropriate gesture. As she said, it was like I was enjoying toying with Elizalde around, playing his money and getting my name famous by using this marriage of convenience.

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she continues, “that sometimes men mistake obligation for love.” My pulse roars in my ears and right now I can't stand it. “Say whatever you want about me,” I say, my voice trembling now despite myself. “But don’t you dare speak about my child like he’s some consolation prize.” Elara’s smile softens dangerously so in her chair and then she adjusts herself. “I’m only saying,” she replies, “that children born of convenience have a way of complicating things. Especially when they don’t quite… fit expectations.”