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James’ head whipped towards me, shock and confusion etched in his features. “I overheard the conversation that the two of you had while you were still recovering,” I chewed on my bottom lip nervously as I recall listening in that day. He’d given James an ultimatum. Settle down and get married or he didn’t get the company. “I felt this connection to you, and found my in,” I frowned, hearing how ridiculous it sounded being spoken out loud. “You married me out of convenience, and I married you in the hope that you’d eventually feel the same way I did.”

she waits a beat, like she was deciding whether to continue or not. “Marriage to a citizen is one of the few ways people regularize status.” Get married? To a citizen? Did I just…? Is this real?? Halting by the door, I pause, holding my breath. The man lets out a string of curse words that makes both Evangeline and I sigh. Next thing I know the door is pushed open, and out steps one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. Court would talk about his nose for months, possibly years… or all eternity.

As Ethan slid the contract across the table, the aroma of fresh coffee and muffins filled the room, a strange backdrop to what could be the start of a most unconventional adventure. Taking a deep breath, I began to read. Each word held the potential to alter the course of my life, to transform a struggling bakery into a roaring success, or to entangle me in a world of secrets and lies. The decision, it seemed, was mine to make. And as I scanned the legalese, a single question echoed in my mind: could a marriage of convenience ever lead to something real?

“He needs to be married for his inheritance. I need a visa to stay in the country. He suggested we get married to solve both problems.” Mrs. Mary was quiet for a long moment. A pigeon landed near her feet and she shooed it away absently. “A marriage of convenience,” she said finally. “Like in the old days.” “It’s fraud.” “Is it? You’d be legally married. You’d live together, yes?” “He has a penthouse with four bedrooms. We’d have separate rooms.” “Ah.” Mrs. Mary smiled slightly. “Separate rooms. Very proper. Very sensible.” She paused. “Very lonely.”

Or hijack a plane even! “Are you sure? I mean…” “See for yourself,” she cut in his sentence midway producing a paper. It was the marriage certificate which had initiated the whole set-up. The one he had signed instead of his father. The one which bore his signature at one end and Rachel’s at the other end. It read that he was agreeing to marry Miss Rachel Lloyd within three days – which he had and that he wouldn’t be able to get a divorce till Devin Crighton gave his approval.

Wendy handled her like a pro, keeping my world spinning without a hitch. However, at the wedding, Ella lost it, crashed the party, and started flinging insults like confetti. "Jim, it all makes sense now. You're so eager to divorce me because you've been fooling around with this homewrecker. How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" Wendy slipped her arm through mine, beaming with a smile. "Not everyone gets their kicks from cheating like you do. We've got our principles, you know."

Thanks alot Mara. Her words left me feeling mixed up but also curious. I walked to the library and looked through the old shelves in the back. One book caught my eye. Its cover looked old and the title talked straight about intimacy in marriage and ways to please a husband. I took it to my private sitting room and sat down with the book open on my lap.

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

“ I've been trying to call you, Dominique sent in some divorce papers and the will states that the property is now in his name! What are you going to do? You're not going to divorce him right? Right?” I smiled more of a cold smile than a friendly one. “ I'll be there tomorrow, inform Dominique, I want him there when I sign it as for the will… I don't care he can have it.” “ But yo-you worked so hard for this!” “ I know, but he made his choice and I made mine and also prepare some marriage certificates, I and my husband will be there tomorrow.” “ Husband!? What?!!” “ Bye!!” “ Gen? wait! Don't—” I ended the call, handing the phone back to Charles.

--- POV: Mia Valente My father’s voice brimmed with excitement on the other end of the line as he said, “Great! I’ve been telling you to come home for three years, but you insisted on staying in New York. I’ll book the wedding venue right away. Let me look at the earliest date we can get—” I cut him off. “Make it a week from now.” “But that’s so soon! Don’t you want to spend some time getting to know your fiance first?” I replied flatly, “There’s no need for that. It’s just a marriage of convenience. I’ll come home the day before.”