Convenient Marriage Novels & Stories

Jonathan said as he looked at her, “it doesn't have to be a real marriage, so to speak. But it will also give you a sense of security because not only of the insurance but of the name change. I have my last name, and then your stepmother can't find you as easily.” “I see,” she said. She looked at him. There was nothing nefarious that he was coming up with. It was all things to benefit her, but it was those things that would detriment him. “Basically, I'm proposing a marriage of convenience for the two of us. It would allow you to get medical care and be able to change your name without going through the court and being able to have your stepmother find out about it. For right now, I'm not ta

He disliked people who were clumsy. ~ Soo-Yun and Jun-Sang sat across from each other, discussing their unexpected wedding, which their mothers had requested. Jun-Sang shifted his gaze to Soo-Yun, who was constantly looking down at her hands, heaved a deep breath, and leaned in close. I know you don't want to marry me, and I don't want to marry you either, so I made a deal. Okay? " "We can easily divorce under this contract." He looked at Soo-Yun and waited for her to say something, but she was lost in her thoughts.

“It was purely business. Our marriage would have merged her father’s and my business together and been beneficial to both parties.” “So no love?” “No. It was simply a marriage of convenient.” Dante shook his head and took off his suit jacket. “No emotions are required. All that mattered to me was that she was bearable to leave with, and the contract with her father was beneficial to me.” ‘Wow, that’s kind of sad.’ It felt weird to be hearing of marriage of convenience in real life; I thought it only happened in novels. And it usually ended with the guy and the girl falling in love and leaving happily ever after.

He finished writing and slid the paper across the desk to me. “You present it like this,” he said. “A marriage contract. Terms. Conditions. Duration. A clear beginning and a clear end. You make it a deal. You make it about the company. You make it about winning. That’s the only language she’ll understand right now. That’s the only way she’ll ever agree.” I looked down at the paper. At the top he’d written: CONTRACT OF CONVENIENCE. My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise.

That’s when he proposed marriage. Thinking back at that, I can’t help but laugh. “What’s so funny?” Gabriel asks, just as he moves from his side of the table to mine. We are now seated side by side. My eyebrows rise in question at his unexpected action. He doesn’t say anything, so I shrug and answer his question. “I just realized that my marriage with Liam was also a marriage of convenience. We married because we wanted the convenience of companionship, friendship and sex without having to risk the heartbreak that comes with being in love.”

"Please read through that carefully." I picked it up. The cover said: Marriage Contract. I opened it and started reading while Mr. Cole summarized the terms out loud. "My client is offering a one-year contract marriage of convenience. You will live together in his residence. The arrangement is strictly confidential. You will attend public events and social occasions with him as his wife. You will not pursue outside romantic relationships for the duration of the contract." I kept reading. Monthly allowance, full payment of all medical expenses, room, board, and personal expenses are all covered.

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

she looked at him turning his back to her she continued, “listen son, I can still stop this marriage, if you just say me once. I’ll call it off right away.” “I know it’s only for the deal but there is no feelings attached with this alliance.” “You don't need feelings to make a relationship, Grandma...” Adam argued. “Relationship without love is compromise; son & that girl at least not deserve that.” She tried to convince her grandson which she had not done before thinking about the girl. But today too she couldn’t stop worrying about both the children. The girl either wouldn’t be happy in this loveless marriage. She thought and today decided to confront him.

She's learned to read my moods without starting fights— makes her the perfect wife for a man like me. "Sergei," she says quietly, "you don't have to pretend enthusiasm you don't feel. I know this isn't exactly your idea of fun." The honesty hits like cold water. We've never talked about it directly— the family conversations, the mutual benefits, the practical arrangement dressed up as romance. But Masha's not stupid. She knows what this is. A marriage of convenience. A contract designed to give me respectability. And an heir. "The baby will be loved," I say. Truth. I might not have chosen this path, but I won't punish a kid for adult decisions.

"And in my own office once, when you were very glad to come for my help. I’m just giving you a different kind of partnership than the one you were expecting.” "This isn't a partnership. This is … this is …” I didn’t even know what to say. "Marriage." Kade said the word as if it was unimportant. As if he were talking about a business merger, not two people’s lives. "A marriage of convenience for us both. What you get is that much-needed financial support.” I mean….” He took a beat, glancing over me in a way that made my skin crawl. "What I need."