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“ I've been trying to call you, Dominique sent in some divorce papers and the will states that the property is now in his name! What are you going to do? You're not going to divorce him right? Right?” I smiled more of a cold smile than a friendly one. “ I'll be there tomorrow, inform Dominique, I want him there when I sign it as for the will… I don't care he can have it.” “ But yo-you worked so hard for this!” “ I know, but he made his choice and I made mine and also prepare some marriage certificates, I and my husband will be there tomorrow.” “ Husband!? What?!!” “ Bye!!” “ Gen? wait! Don't—” I ended the call, handing the phone back to Charles.

History repeating itself - a Hawthorne marrying for convenience. But for the first time, I wonder if convenience is really all this marriage will be.

I felt tired; my temples began to throb again. "I slept with Howard." The wine glass in his hand shattered on the floor. His eyes turned crimson, disbelief etched across his face. "Teagan! How could you…" I calmly closed my laptop and smiled at him. "What? Are you upset?" I genuinely hoped we could just have a marriage of convenience, where we could both enjoy the benefits this arrangement brought. He could sleep with a different woman every night, and I wouldn't care. Meanwhile, I would leverage the Brookes' connections to gain more resources for myself.

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.

"Now that is the only thing that put our marriage to asunder. He has the money, he should get a cook." Ema folded his arms as he wondered how much of a problem the contract marriage would turn out to be. Their house would have a chimney, he thought. Arguing morning and night, day in and day out would rent their marital home in flames. The chimney would help with emitting all of the heat. "Since you won't be working, you should try and be a nice little housewife." Ema told her dryly. "A nice little housewife? Seriously?" Lila was waving the fork dangerously now and Ema feared she would pierce her spotless face or even her pretty eyes with it.

SHE WILL GET MARRIED BECAUSE OF MONEY! Marianne's mind raced as the weight of the situation bore down on her. She had never imagined herself in such a peculiar arrangement, let alone a marriage of convenience. It felt like she was stepping into a world far removed from her own, one filled with uncertainty and unfamiliar responsibilities. She nodded in agreement with a mixture of determination and apprehension, "I understand the terms, and I'll do my part as agreed. But please remember, this is all business to me. Nothing more."

his tone had a note of finality that made something in Lea’s chest tighten. The thought of him marrying someone one day had always niggled at her like a mild toothache. She could ignore it mostly, but now and again, a sharp jab would catch her off guard. But how could he ever find someone as perfect for him as his ex? No wonder he was a little reluctant to date seriously these days. If only Lea could find someone to love her with such lasting loyalty. Sigh. “What about a marriage of convenience? You could find someone who would agree to marry you just long enough to fulfil the terms of the will.”

Or hijack a plane even! “Are you sure? I mean…” “See for yourself,” she cut in his sentence midway producing a paper. It was the marriage certificate which had initiated the whole set-up. The one he had signed instead of his father. The one which bore his signature at one end and Rachel’s at the other end. It read that he was agreeing to marry Miss Rachel Lloyd within three days – which he had and that he wouldn’t be able to get a divorce till Devin Crighton gave his approval.

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

"Please read through that carefully." I picked it up. The cover said: Marriage Contract. I opened it and started reading while Mr. Cole summarized the terms out loud. "My client is offering a one-year contract marriage of convenience. You will live together in his residence. The arrangement is strictly confidential. You will attend public events and social occasions with him as his wife. You will not pursue outside romantic relationships for the duration of the contract." I kept reading. Monthly allowance, full payment of all medical expenses, room, board, and personal expenses are all covered.