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As she sat there lost in a lonely world of her own thoughts, her eyes caught with a stack of papers - the details of their contract marriage. Olivia's hands trembled as she carried the contract, her eyes blurred with unshed tears. She knew that she needed to revisit the document that had shaped her life for the past several months. With a shaky breath, she began reading the contract aloud, her voice shaking with emotion. "In accordance with this contract," she started, "Nathaniel and Olivia agree to enter into a marriage of convenience for a period of one year. The purpose of this contract is to provide mutual benefits to both parties involved."

I asked, “This isn’t how people getting married. So many marriages fail despite the couple being in love-” “Who said anything about making this work?” He frowned as though I had introduced an entirely foreign issue to our current conversation, which I later realised that I had. “This is a marriage of convenience. When we reach a point where we can’t stand eachother anymore, we take a divorce and go separate ways.” I was well aware of him and how he worked. I knew that he meant every single word he said and that he wouldn’t hesistate before making it all come true.

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He looked at them silently for a moment before saying anything. He shook his head and said, “I generally avoid reading tabloids.” “However, this morning, I decided to do something different.” Alexander gave a single nod, showing no sign of worry. “We saw the article.” “It presents a most interesting image,” Harold told them. “One of a rushed marriage. A sudden romance. A young lady struggling to make ends meet, and a billionaire who needs to keep up his reputation.” He turned to Aria. “Tell me something, Mrs. Blackwood. Do you feel that you are in love with your husband?”

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?

In the days that followed, we began spending time together. Matteo made time to accompany me to prenatal checkups and listened patiently as the doctor explained what I needed to be careful about. When my mood was low, he took me on walks around the estate and told funny stories to cheer me up. He remembered all my preferences and surprised me when I least expected it. I began trying to let go of the pain of the past and slowly accepted this man who was willing to treat me sincerely. Perhaps a marriage alliance was not such a bad thing, after all. It might bring my child and me a truly stable and happy future.

Claudia announced with mock cheer, “isn’t this cozy? A beggar’s wedding with barely a soul to witness it.” Vanessa snorted, covering her mouth as though she couldn’t contain her delight. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Elena, in her dirty apron, is marrying a man dressed like a vagrant. Perfect!” Heat rushed to my cheeks. My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. I wanted to vanish, but Adrian only pulled out the chair beside him at the registrar’s desk and said firmly, “Sit.”

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

“You chose your side long before I stopped pretending not to see.” He looked at her then, truly looked, as if trying to recognize the woman he’d agreed to marry. The poise, the calm, the quiet authority, it all fascinated and frightened him in equal measure. “You think I’m your enemy,” he said. Hazel tilted her head. “No. Enemies require conviction. You’re just… convenient.” He almost laughed. Almost. “Then why marry me?” “Because convenience is safer than love,” she replied simply. The honesty of it silenced him. He nodded once, defeated, and left for the adjoining room. The soft click of the door was both exit and confession.

How could one person make me feel like being very violent, outside a court house? “You don’t have to like me, it’ll be a fake marriage anyway.” “No, I don’t like you. But I don’t like men either.” Of course he’s straight. I knew he was from the very beginning, but desperation is a sad little thing. “That’s exactly why this is perfect. We don’t have any obligations towards each other, just show up married, and you get to stay here, and my family doesn’t have to hook me up with anyone else.” He sighs, looking up at the night sky like he was expecting some kind of sign that says this was a bad deal.