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she said quietly. Yasmin didn’t flinch. “Then don’t.” Amara turned. “You just said—” “I said it’s an option. I didn’t say it’s your only one.” “Feels like it.” Yasmin leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “Listen to me carefully. Marriage is not romantic here. It’s administrative. People do it for tax reasons, for inheritance, for business mergers. This isn’t a fairy tale. It’s paperwork with rings.”

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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.” If it was not for the last line, there was no way I would accept his offer. But he was the easiest bait to get my spot. Sacrifices for what I want. That sacrifice being married to the man I hate the most. He was Zachary I know. Once he is do

Her comment did hurt a bit, but it is what it is, emotions set aside, even if I sold our entire company to the highest bidder Father didn't much to it. Vivian continued unbothered, "But Marriage? Will you be able to pull it off?" "A marriage of convenience" I repeated Darcel's words. "Convenience, my ass" She cursed, I had never heard Vivian curse so loudly. "Every marriage is a matter if convenience in our world Eri. But, it's always about men's convenience." I wondered if she was talking about herself.

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?”

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.”

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

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?

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."

“You know, you talk about him differently now. And you talk about him a lot.” Victoria frowned and denied it quickly. “I do not.” Julie shook her head slowly. “You do. In fact, you smile when you talk about him.” “That’s just your overactive imagination.” She countered. Julie ignored her. “I’ve written enough romance novels. And read even more.” Victoria immediately knew where this conversation was heading. “Oh no.” Julie nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes.” She began counting on her fingers. “Contract marriage. Cold billionaire. Independent female lead. They’re forced to live together.”