Novel & Cerita Marriage Of Convenience Read Online

I won’t let this go easily. “I won’t let you ruin my marriage, you horrible cheat!” I said through gritted teeth. Janette laughed, a cruel sound that echoed through the room, like that of a croaked, ugly witch from a ‘90s movie. “Your marriage is already in ruins, Megan. And it’s your fault. You just won’t admit it. But don’t worry, I will make it easier for you. I will be the one to cheer and console Charles when he finally divorces you.”

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.”

She was out of her trance when she remembered to check the paper before she could finally move on to the next page of her life, but her eyes almost got out when she saw what he had changed. "CASPIAN ANDREW ARDIENTE! WHAT’S THE MEANING OF THIS?!" She shrieked at him. He was grinning while staring at his wife, who was standing at the doorway, with a furious expression on her face. She took a few steps and went to face him, "what is this?" She was enraged and showed the document to his face. "Can’t you understand a simple language? My heart aches to know that my parents agreed to marry an illiterate woman like you," he mocked.

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..."

“It is accurate.” “Can you provide corroborating evidence of your relationship before marriage?” Edward handed over a folder, neatly tabbed. “Emails, invitations, photographs, and witness statements.” The officer scanned briefly, nodding. “Thank you. Now, Mr. Harrington, was this marriage motivated by convenience, legal advantage, or personal desire?” Edward glanced at Amara. She met his eyes steadily. “It was motivated by mutual agreement and understanding,” Edward said carefully. “Both personal and practical considerations. The marriage is genuine. The motivations are documented and transparent.”

“He needs to be married for his inheritance. I need a visa to stay in the country. He suggested we get married to solve both problems.” Mrs. Mary was quiet for a long moment. A pigeon landed near her feet and she shooed it away absently. “A marriage of convenience,” she said finally. “Like in the old days.” “It’s fraud.” “Is it? You’d be legally married. You’d live together, yes?” “He has a penthouse with four bedrooms. We’d have separate rooms.” “Ah.” Mrs. Mary smiled slightly. “Separate rooms. Very proper. Very sensible.” She paused. “Very lonely.”

he said quietly. The market moved around them. A pigeon landed near their table, considered the situation, and left. Cara looked down at her coffee cup. "I need you to understand something," she said. "I'm not a woman who does things halfway. If this stops being an arrangement — if it becomes something real — I need it to actually be real. Not convenient. Not useful. Not a version of something that works until it doesn't." "I know," he said. "You can't go back to the corporate statement version of yourself if something gets difficult."

She sank back against the pillows, her mind whirling with various possible scenarios. What would life be like if she married him? What would people say about their sudden engagement and class difference? In fact, everything about them was different. They were from two completely different worlds. A marriage of convenience. It went against her beliefs about love and companionship. And yet... Could she really go through with this? Tying herself to a man she barely knew, even if it was just on paper? She remembered how he calmly handled the copyright infringement. If that was any indication of his personality, he seemed to be a good person.

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.

It was like the cells in my head were throwing a wild after-party, banging against my skull and tugging on my eye sockets as they danced. “Here.” Davy held out two tablets, and he helped me into a sitting position, watching as I took them and closed my eyes, waiting for the effect to take place. “Where are we, love?” I whispered, the drummers in my head quieting down after they had received their bribe—Advil. The room was brown and white; the table beside it held little, and yet it held no recognition. The bed was too small to be ours; otherwise, I would be sure to get a refund or even leave the marriage, as there was no way I was consummating my wedding with this tiny-ass bed that seemed li