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I declared, crossing my arm against my chest with a straight face. Zachary remained quiet and let out a chuckle, “That's not how marriage of convenience works, Leah. We should both benefit from it. From what I see it's just you benefitting. I will help you be chairman of Cooper Groups and we register our marriage for real and have a public wedding as you wish in a few months. We will have a real marriage like any other couple. That's the deal and for your knowledge after your father I have most shares in Cooper Groups.”

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.

What. "Vanessa Ives would be your wife for two years and have a child and I'll give her some things in return, she won't do anything to harm you" "It would be a marriage of convenience" I did not understand what was happening anymore and I did not even want to pretend to understand. I stood up from the chair and headed out without another word. I was almost out the door when I heard the voice that could stop me from doing anything. Victor was at a corner of the room watching me with those big brown eyes of his.

“I won’t marry anyone. Salvatore will.” Lifting my eyebrows at him, I asked, “Will I?” Simone sank down onto the sofa, grimacing. “No offense, but Salvatore isn’t really the right person to play husband either.” I tilted my head. I’d never considered marriage. It seemed unnecessary. “If you’re referring to my lack of emotions, I can assure you that I can fake them if required.” Cosimo shrugged. “It’s not like it’s a marriage for love. Salvatore doesn’t have to feel anything to

Emily asked cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper. A slow smile spread across Alexander's face. "Simple. You become my wife." The words struck her like a physical blow. His wife? The whole situation left her speechless. Marrying a stranger, a powerful, arrogant man she barely knew, to escape a financial burden? It seemed like something out of an extremely funny fairytale. "Marriage?" Emily finally managed to blurt out, her voice strained. "Are you serious?" "Perfectly," he responded , his gaze unwavering. "A marriage of convenience, of course. You'll have a place to live, financial security." He paused, then with a mischievous grin in his eyes. "And I'll get… certain benefits."

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

“Being married to you may not be so bad, you know? You felt quite good in my arms last night, and when I kissed you on Friday, I wouldn't say we disliked each other.” “What are you saying? You mean…” she paused for breath. “You mean you would expect… expect a normal marriage?” Declan gave a mocking smile. “You've been reading too many romance novels, darling. Marriages of convenience don't happen nowadays. Or if they do, they certainly have a physical side. I wouldn't marry any woman just to look at her,” he scorned. “But it would be very convenient for you, wouldn't it?” Gemma queried softly. Grey eyes narrowed to steely slits.

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.

He looked her in the eyes, and suddenly the weight of their arrangement felt lighter, shifting into something more promising, something that could be. Bridgette couldn’t help but smile. The humor of their initial meetings swirled into a new unpredictability filled with potential. Maybe arranged marriages weren’t so traditional; they were simply the backdrop of a new adventure waiting to unfold. As they sat on that bench, two surprised lovers navigating unforeseen affection, Bridgette felt the rush of hope blossoming, uncertain, yet exhilarating.

Just their words. It read: "Much has been written about our marriage recently. We want to address these stories directly and honestly. Yes, our marriage began as an arrangement. Daniel's grandmother was dying. She wanted to see him settled and happy. Mira was ending a different relationship and looking for a new beginning. We married to give Eleanor peace and give ourselves stability. It was transactional. It was unconventional. It was not a love match. But what began as an arrangement evolved into genuine partnership. We learned each other. We chose each other. We built something real from an unconventional foundation.