Marriage Of Convenience Novels Novels & Stories

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.

While I was here, stuck in my office— as usual— doing paper works and examining letters upon letters. ‘Is it strange or lucky that no one has sent me any marriage letters?’ I said to myself as I sort through another pile of letters. From what I know when I was Reine, ladies of legal age (also even in their early teens) would receive or be arranged in a marriage of convenience for many reasons. It could be for fortune, fame, power, preservation of bloodline, and even because of debt. Come to think of it, nobles and royals back then were so illogical and greedy in a sense that they were able to give their children as a sacrifice or make them as their puppet. Goodness, imagining if I were in th

“I’m here for you, Mom. I love you.” But Elaine’s eyes remained distant, searching for a husband who would never return. As tears streamed down Kate's cheeks, she realized that some memories, no matter how fragile, were too painful to let go. * * * Kate stared at the wedding band glinting on her finger, its presence both comforting and suffocating. She had entered a contract marriage with Sebastian—a decision made in haste, driven by her mounting debts and a desperate need for stability. Their arrangement was simple: maintain the facade of a loving couple for a year, with each of them pursuing their personal goals.

Cream and blush flowers climbed around the framework softly enough to look effortless even though I knew exactly how many hours it had taken to make it look that way. I’d designed every part of it. And suddenly all I could think was that I never got any of this. No rehearsal dinner. No aisle. No first dance. No moment where somebody looked at me like I was the best thing that had ever happened to them. Sebastian and I got married in a courthouse because it was “easier for the press.” Then dinner with his parents where Marisol spent half the night pretending not to hate me. That door was closed now. I’d had my chance at being a bride and I’d married a man who’d treated our wedding like a busi

“There has to be a mistake.” She flipped through the pages again, her heart racing. Marriage. Twelve months. Carry his child. Live under his roof. She was breathless. “This is a marriage of convenience,” she said loudly. “You want me to marry you?” “Yes.” She stared at him. For a moment, she was speechless. Then the shock turned into something else. “This is absurd,” she said, shaking her head. “No one does this in real life.” Her voice grew sharper.

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.

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.

And Axel was standing there, watching me, his gaze intense. "Axel… is everything okay?" I asked, my voice barely steady. He held those stunning eyes on me. "I'm getting married. It's official." I froze. "Congratulations." He leaned back in the chair, studying me calmly. "It's a marriage of convenience." "What do you mean?" I asked, curiosity and a sense of injustice rising in me. "That we both gain something from it." I ran a hand over my face, trying to process the news. "So… you don't love her? You're not marrying for love?"