Marriage Of Convenience Romance Books Novels & Stories

She ended the call, and I shoved my phone into my purse, my lips tilting into a grin. I’d met Dom five years ago at a tech convention. My company was meant to display our latest inventions that day, but my car had broken down on the way. He saw me struggling and helped me. From then on, we kept in close touch. Soon we were dating, and not long after, we were married. It had been three years already, yet the memory still made my heart race. Shoving my excitement down, I walked to the gates and pressed the doorbell. Once. Twice. Four times—before a guard finally walked out, a frown etched into his face. He didn’t seem familiar. Had Dom changed the guards or something?

"I love you too. Through everything." They kissed, and it felt like a beginning instead of an ending. Like everything they'd survived had been leading to this moment—choosing each other fully, understanding what that choice meant. The contract marriage that had started with lies and convenience had become real through proximity and pressure and choosing to stay when leaving would have been easier. It wasn't the fairy tale romance Mira had once imagined for herself. It was messy and complicated and required constant effort. But it was theirs. Built through crisis, forged through challenge, made strong through survival.

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

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

The word feels way too sentimental for what sits on the table between us. The documents are placed in front of us, the stack thick enough to make my stomach tighten. I didn't expect so many pages. I tell myself it is standard, that wealthy families always complicate things with paperwork, but as I look down at the dense text, I can't ignore the feeling that this is more contract than marriage... Mr Whitmore clears his throat lightly. “I will read the key terms aloud before we proceed with signatures.” Stephano leans back slightly in his chair, one arm resting along the armrest, his expression bored as he stares at Mr Whitmore while his parents remain calm and observant.

I replied gently. Cael smirked, “You don’t possibly think I have feelings for you, do you?” I was taken aback. Did I just misunderstand the situation? “Well…” I laughed nervously. “Why would I have feelings for you? Our marriage is totally based on a contract. We will have a clean divorce in three years anyway. I am not dumb enough to waste my feelings,” he said, chuckling. I don’t know why his statement irritated me. I scoffed, “Same here! And I didn’t think you had feelings for me in the first place. You misunderstood.”

So, don't you dare to come between Manik and me ", she looks at him in rage and leaves the room. Dhruv walks into the building, he opens the door with a key. He stepped inside the house and walk to the bedroom and look at the girl, the girl is his life. She is the love of his life, his peace, his solace. She is Saloni, she works as his secretary where he falls for her. But he can not marry her because she is an orphan and he knows his father will never agree to their relationship. He come to the conclusion, where he married her secretly and decided to marry the girl whom his father will like but for his namesake only. Then his father brings the proposal of Alya,his brother's girlfriend. He t

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"Am I some game for you? Like one of those rich people habits of taking someone off the streets, dressing them up, changing their lives, and just laughing at them once you made them believe everything is real?" "I wouldn't do that." Ryan shook his head at the accusation. Trisha put her clasped hands in her lap as she looked up at him. "Then what is with all the wives? If this isn't some game to you, why do you have so many?" A smile spread across his lips. "You don't have to be jealous. Those were all done for convenience. Nothing sells a love story like the two leads actually being in a relationship.

The articles were filled with speculation, but they all painted a picture of a man moving forward, leaving the past behind, the media totally forgetting about Claire, a speculation surrounding her insignificance in the young Vermont’s life. Alex dropped the phone back onto the desk, his thoughts too jumbled to focus on anything but the papers in his hands. He had not been looking for love when he married Claire, but now, as he stared at the divorce papers, he could not shake the feeling that he was losing something much more significant than just a marriage of convenience.