Convenient Marriage Novels & Stories

"It's an outdated view. It is also legally binding." "And your brother?" "Is already married." A pause. "Conveniently." Cara looked back at the paper. "So you need a fiancée." "I need a convincing one," he said. "Someone my family will believe. Someone who won't be intimidated by the environment, won't become emotionally confused about the arrangement, and won't cause problems when it ends." "And you think that's me." "You argued back in a café full of people who were waiting for you to apologize," he said. "You weren't intimidated then. I don't expect you will be now."

I bit the inside of my cheek, "Then why are you marrying her?" "A marriage of convenience" he simply said. "It's common in our world." I tilted my head to the side. "What's a marriage of convenience?" "It's a contract marriage for political links and power and to ally with the British crime firm." I furrowed my eyebrows. I have never heard anything like that before. This man already had so much power. How much power can a person possibly crave? "My parent's marriage was also a marriage of convenience. My father married the princess of the Bratva to form an alliance with the Russians. My mother was an effortlessly lovable woman, he fell in love with her even before they got married..."

A woman I can trust Eric reads through the list. He knew that some of the qualities he wanted seemed stubbornly optimistic, but if the cosmological theory worked, he could get everything he wanted. He needed a woman who would look at her venture as a business opportunity. Perhaps, someone yearns for a large sum of money. He intended to provide a decent benefit, but he wanted this marriage only in name. No sex and no jealousy. Not a woman is too emotional nor love. No mess is nothing but a perfect marriage.

I could hear his controlled breathing and feel the weight of his stare pressing against me. "Listen, Nelly," he said, at last, his voice even but firm. "This marriage will be purely contractual. No strings attached. In public, we’ll pretend to be a loving couple. In private, we go our separate ways." His eyes burned into mine, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "Especially for my parents—we just need to convince them we’re in love so they’ll stop meddling." He exhaled slowly before continuing. "If you agree, I’ll take care of your grandmother’s medical bills. It’s just for a year, and then we both walk away. No complications, no expectations."

Daisy uttered. “Okay, thank you,” I said to Daisy whilst taking the envelope from her. I was seated on the couch and opened the envelope in which the letter was there. And paid heed to the envelope that Mr. Billionaire, my dear spouse had sent for me that stated: Do not forget that this is a ‘Marriage of Convenience.’ These are the conditions on which our marriage is fixed. This clause specifies that each spouse who has entered into the fixed marriage is fair and entered not by force or brunt.

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.”

I don’t even know these guys, however it felt like I’ve known them for ages. “thanks, for all of this…I mean it” I said, both of them smiled at me, “I guess we’ll meet again tomorrow?” I said, Tom seemed a bit confused, “why? are you leaving already?” he asked I nodded, “well, yeah, my husband will be back soon…however, I’m excited to meet you tomorrow, ad spend some more time, if you like want, if you don’t want to…It’s fine really” I said, they look at each other for a moment, Then looked back at me, “okay. Sure, why not?” Marie said, we exchanged each other’s F******k, agreeing to meet outside the hotel I was staying at, Tom stopped a cab for me, and I was on my way back to the hotel. ***

' "I can read clearly and that's the more reason why I'm not going to sign this crap. Why would I want to get married to you" I said as I flung the documents on the table. "You were already informed before time, sign the papers and stop wasting both our time. 'Waaa I'm so tempted to hit this crazy guy right on the nose. He is the worst when it comes to words'. "I didn't know I was coming to get married, I thought my job was to babysit". Unable to stand the conversation, he stood up, took his phone, and left the study. Soon after he came back with another good-looking man.

I lamented to Edward. “There's nothing you can do. And it mustn't necessarily be a real marriage. It could be a contract marriage or marriage of convenience” Edward said. “It's just for a year. The contract lasts just for a year only. You would have made a lot of money before the year runs out and end the marriage afterwards.” He stood up slowly. “Think fast. If you want that contract, you’ll need a wife. Fast.” He walked out, leaving me with the Armitage folder… and a million unwanted thoughts.

As she sat there lost in a lonely world of her own thoughts, her eyes caught with a stack of papers - the details of their contract marriage. Olivia's hands trembled as she carried the contract, her eyes blurred with unshed tears. She knew that she needed to revisit the document that had shaped her life for the past several months. With a shaky breath, she began reading the contract aloud, her voice shaking with emotion. "In accordance with this contract," she started, "Nathaniel and Olivia agree to enter into a marriage of convenience for a period of one year. The purpose of this contract is to provide mutual benefits to both parties involved."