Marriage Of Convenience Novels Novels & Stories

This was a reality he absolutely could not accept. "Impossible! Isabella can't marry someone else! She's my woman!" Enrico violently swept the documents off his desk. His eyes were bloodshot, his expression crazed. He could not accept that the woman he treasured was about to fall into another man's arms, or that he had lost so much because of a lie. From that day on, Enrico abandoned all the dignity of a mafia Don and began camping outside the Moretti family estate every single day. He wore the black trench coat I used to love, clutching a large bouquet of red roses. Ignoring the guards trying to block him, he shouted my name at the top of his lungs.

I accept out of spite, drinking it while Lucien works on his laptop like I'm not there. Thirty minutes in, I break the silence. "How many couples will be there?" "Eight, including us." "Do they all have real marriages?" His fingers pause on the keyboard. "Define real." "Marriages that started without contracts." "Most marriages are contracts, Mara. Some are just more honest about it." "That's bleak." "That's reality." He returns to typing. "James and Victoria Worthington married to merge family fortunes. Oliver Grant married his assistant to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit. The Pattersons have an arrangement where he keeps a mistress and she keeps his credit cards."

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

Angel's rejection seemed to be in front of Sean's eyes again. Sean's finger moved over his phone. The concept of marriage offered is very diverse, ranging from outdoor-indoor with a variety of interesting choices. Of the many photos sent by the wedding organizer, there is one that managed to make Sean stunned for a long time. For some reason Sean believed that Angel would like the outdoor concept with lots of flowers. Maybe Angel will agree more with the forest concept than the cathedral venue.

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.”

: "What do you mean we got married?" I asked him, my voice raising a bit. "I don't like repeating myself. All I know is that we are in this mess because of you," he glared at me as he clenched his jaw. "Look, Mister, I don't know what you are talking about, but all I know is that I came here to audition as a runaway bride, so stop with this nonsense." Oh no, how could I be so stupid and dumb? All those preparations, the guests... I should have known it was a real wedding. How did I get myself in such a mess, and how am I going to get out of this mess?

But those dreams had gone up in flames because I ended up getting married to a loveless mean Damian. My marriage lacks communication and genuine emotions it feels so unreal This should be a dream and I pray to snap out of this nightmare sooner than later or I would end up losing my mind. Now here I am, in a marriage of convenience with a handsome, mean, and billionaire husband who only cares about his shares and sees marriage as a game.

As Ethan slid the contract across the table, the aroma of fresh coffee and muffins filled the room, a strange backdrop to what could be the start of a most unconventional adventure. Taking a deep breath, I began to read. Each word held the potential to alter the course of my life, to transform a struggling bakery into a roaring success, or to entangle me in a world of secrets and lies. The decision, it seemed, was mine to make. And as I scanned the legalese, a single question echoed in my mind: could a marriage of convenience ever lead to something real?

Her words seared through me, every syllable a dagger to my chest. “Who… who am I getting married to?” I asked at last, my voice barely more than a whisper. My chest felt heavy, each word dragged out of me like it weighed a thousand pounds. I looked at Claudia with pleading eyes, though I already knew mercy was something she would never give. “Adrian Blackwood,” she said at last, her tone dripping with mockery. “A poor nobody. No family name, no wealth, no future. Just the kind of man fit for you.” You should be happy he married you with your debt.

There was no spark, no connection, no hint of the passion that should exist between two people about to commit their lives to one another. The lawyers stepped forward, presenting them with the contract, a thick document filled with legal jargon and complex clauses. The "Marriage of Convenience" contract. The terms were clear, concise, and utterly devoid of romance. It outlined the financial obligations, the social expectations, and the eventual dissolution of the marriage. It was a business arrangement, a transaction, a deal. Qing Lin scanned the document, her eyes moving quickly over the pages. She paused at one particular clause, her eyebrow arching slightly. She exchanged a brief glance w