Convenient Marriage Novels & Stories

The man who’d given me his handkerchief and told me I’d done excellent work was gone, replaced by someone cold and distant and clearly done with whatever this day had been. I watched the car pull away. “What a weird couple,” I muttered. Julian raised an eyebrow beside me. “The bride and groom?” “Yeah. I mean—” I gestured vaguely at where Weston’s car had disappeared. “She’s not even here for the rehearsal. They don’t seem like they particularly like each other.” “Arranged marriage maybe?” Julian guessed. “Maybe. But then why bother with a wedding this elaborate?” Julian shrugged lightly. “Sometimes people care more about the publicity than the relationship.”

"Marriage." The word echoes in my mind like thunder. "Marriage?" "Yes. I need a wife for personal and business reasons. Someone who can play the role perfectly for one year. In return, your debt will be cleared, and your family will receive all the necessary support." My heart races. This can’t be happening. "A marriage... of convenience?" "Exactly. No emotional involvement. Just a contract." My mind races. It’s insane. Crazy. But what about my mom? My brother? This agreement could save them.

Sincerely, I was tempted to dress similar to her now that it seems like my husband prefers that sort of dressing but the reminder that ours was a marriage of convenience screamed through my mind. I had questions now for myself and for Xander which I knew I would never ask a soul. I needed to know if there was any possibility that we could readjust our agreement to become more favorable. I had no idea why I was beginning to think this way but I was certain of one thing which was that a marriage of convenience was slowly beginning to eat me up. I mean, for how long was I going to have to pretend to be okay with no form of intimacy. I might be an Omega but I sure as hell have my family's name t

Marion said nonchalantly. "Debra is my wife! Our affairs are none of your business!" Juan snapped through gritted teeth. Marion set down the newspaper he was holding, fiddled with his lighter, and said indifferently, "It's just a marriage of convenience. I'll take care of everything for the woman I like."

“I want to get married to you” I blurt out, his eyes widen and his lips curl up into a smile not a usual smile but a mocking smile, “you… want to get married to… me” he chuckles. I nod, ignoring the queasy feeling in my stomach, “I want to get married to you but it’s not in the sense you’re thinking. I’m proposing a marriage of convenience” I say, nervously biting my lips.

"So, does that mean you are getting married soon? Because I know they wouldn’t hand the company over to you if you didn’t have a spouse by your side." "Yes." Beatrice beamed. "But I don’t know who I am going to marry yet. Dad is still deciding on it. He wants to hook me up with someone whose union would benefit the company positively.” "Oh, I see." She nodded her head wonderingly. "Marriage of convenience." "Yes, it would be a marriage of convenience. And I don’t actually care about who I would marry. As far as I get the company." Beatrice said, her desperation seeping through her voice.

“Your marriage is fake! Oh my goodness! I can't believe this is really happening. Someone should pinch me so that I can at least wake up from this unbelievable dream!” Liam gazed at his wristwatch and he murmured some words on his lips. “A marriage of convenience. We are just married on paper, and it's for mutual benefit. So there's no way she's getting out of it unless I say so!” His possessiveness is always evident. I was so disgusted as those words echoed in my ears. I glared at him with a burning and reproachful eye as my temper flared. I clenched my teeth as I swallowed hard. William turned his gaze as he couldn't believe the whole fiasco happening.

--- 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.”

“To a marriage of convenience.” A marriage of convenience. The name had a ring to it. He liked it. Once he paraded Jane and the baby, Tommy, or was it Timmy, whatever the name was, to both his father and stepmother, then perhaps, just perhaps everything would work out in his favour. And EVERYTHING would be alright. “Yes, to a marriage of convenience.”

I’M PRETTY sure that Keandrick would find a way of getting out of the mess that I brought. I think I am bad luck here because ever since I entered the picture, I brought a mess to him. Yeah, what luck. After the confirmation of that fucking real marriage certificate by Darwin, my mind was like wandering in another universe, still processing these unending weird happenings around me. While Keandrick on the other side, immediately called someone on the phone I assumed that he was going to file an annulment of this so-called marriage thing I’ll be thanking him for that but that will be after if we get successfully annulled.