Novel & Cerita Marriage Of Convenience Novels

A total letdown. The library itself was just as disappointing. One section was crammed with Italian law books, dry histories of world wars, and mafia men. The other section was romance novels so ancient they might as well have been written on parchment paper, and it didn’t help that most of them were in Italian, which I couldn’t even read. What did I expect? Adrian having a collection of modern, romance, mysteries, or thrillers? This wasn’t some sappy romance novel where the heroine falls in love with a library.

Marriages of convenience weren't anything new in our social circle. They were entirely normal and acceptable to everyone around us. First, the families had to be compatible in terms of goals and business opportunities, and only after that came any emotional attachment. Feelings were the last step in the process. That's how Lawrence's parents had married—Mr. Laurence Lewis and Mrs. Victoria Lauren. They had everything in their favor except any genuine attraction or affection. Their marriage was like something out of a crypt. How could it not be? Laurence was much older than Victoria, and it wasn't as if Mrs. Victoria was particularly pleasant.

I needed to learn to bend a little. In actuality, most of these marriages were based on convenience rather than love. The wives used their husbands' money to do their own things and chose to look the other way when it came to their husbands' affairs. Could true love genuinely not exist in the world of the rich? Was I doomed to become one of them? My vision blurred, and all I could see was Nicholas's face staring back at me in the mirror. He smiled at me and asked why I hadn't gone home yet…

' "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.

he said. “Anyway, I’ll tell you what really kept you in that marriage.” She looked up at him with a frown, although she was curious to find out what he thought had kept her in the marriage he appeared to know so well. “What did?” “Convenience.” “How?” If someone had told her two days before that she would be in a big house, wearing a stranger’s shirt with nothing underneath and discussing the details of her marriage with the said stranger, she would not have believed it, but here she was.

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.

I dropped my keys on the console. This penthouse was the only place in the city where the air didn't taste like gunpowder. But today, the silence felt heavy. I was married. Three hours ago, I’d signed my life away to a Cruz, and the world hadn't stopped spinning. It felt like everything had shifted, yet I was still the same man. Convenience. That’s what they called it. I knew Lanka’s file—the brawls, the drug rumors, the recklessness. He was a disaster waiting to happen.

He handed it to me and flopped onto the couch like he had no care in the world. I opened the envelope and scanned the front page. MARRIAGE CONTRACT. I looked up at him, stunned. “Are you serious?” His face was unreadable. “In there are the terms. My expectations. The dos and don’ts. Rules of this marriage.” The words stung more than I thought they would. “This was supposed to be simple,” I whispered. “Fake, yeah, but simple.” Jason’s eyes met mine. “It is simple. Just business, Nelly. That’s all.”

The scent of lemon and mint filled her, possibly from his cologne. Her thoughts raced wildly. She barely had nine months to live and this man was asking her for an entire year. She almost laughed again but stopped herself this time. Marriage. That hadn't been on the list of things she'd written out as a death wish but wouldn't it be nice to experience, especially since it'll be with the man who she'd had her first night with. At least before her time of death would come. She smiled at the thought. Noticing her smile, Vince seemed pleased. He mistook it for greed cause from the kind of world he was from, money always had a way to bend the will of any soul.

“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.