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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.

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Angel's rejection seemed to be in front of Sean's eyes again. Sean's finger moved over his phone. The concept of marriage offered is very diverse, ranging from outdoor-indoor with a variety of interesting choices. Of the many photos sent by the wedding organizer, there is one that managed to make Sean stunned for a long time. For some reason Sean believed that Angel would like the outdoor concept with lots of flowers. Maybe Angel will agree more with the forest concept than the cathedral venue.

The fact that Gemma considered every act of affection he had shown her as acting hurt him so badly. “Marriage of convenience?” He scoffed. Marriages of convenience are often between people who have something to gain from each other. Even without love people can be married. But that wasn't the case for him. He wasn't gaining any materialistic thing from Gemma, rather he was letting her use him to her advantage, hoping she'd feel his sincerity and affection for her. But no, she thinks he is acting. “If your jaw is clenched because of what your wife just said, then you should probably unclench it,” Logan, who was standing right next to the door, said.

How wrong she was! Apparently, marriage doesn’t make a man love you. She learned that the hard way. If anything, it just made things complicated. Those romance novels she read as a teenager made it seem easy. Reality proved otherwise. In her 26 years of existence, the hardest decision she had to make in life was to decide whether to hold on or let go. With a heavy heart, she chose the latter. And it hurt so badly. God knows how much time she’d spent second-guessing her choice. And now she knew she had to hurry up the divorce process or she might end up deciding to hold on a little longer.

He walked in and straight to his room. What do you think, Kenzo? Do I look sexy in this" pushing the door open to his suite room, he was met with the most unexpected scene, with sprawled legs on both sides of the bed, a book in her hands, in a flowy lacy thin white gown which stuck dangerously to her body, doing absolute justice to her perfectly rounded boobs which poked out dangerously through the see-through night gown, his long distance wife was right there, on the bed. She finally looked away from the book which was seated on both palms of her hands, she tucked it aside and then raised her head up, her eyes meeting his.

“No. I'm just—Liam. I'm just not used to this marriage thing. I wasn't ready for this.” He focused on my face, a sad smile forming on his. “I understand. But since it is official, we are married. Let’s take a vacation. I mean a honeymoon, a proper one. Not for love. Just to relax and get used to this. Get to know each other. Somewhere beautiful like Bora Bora or Bali.” I blinked at the offer as it caught me by surprise. We couldn't afford that. “Liam, such luxuries do not exist in our world. We need to be economical and save up for the future.”

Eric exchanged an icy gaze at me, causing me to swiftly look away as we resumed our steps to where a rounded, considerable table filled with people were. “Keep playing cool, people are getting convinced by our acts. Now, we're joining them for dessert, so stay beside me and do what I do” Eric paused and flashed a smile across a guest he recognized before glaring back at me. “And did I also forget to tell you it's only for a year? This marriage is a one-year thing, and we'll break up after that.”

His eyes, a warm hazel, had this depth of understanding and compassion, but only for her, complemented well by his blonde hair that seemed to sparkle when hit by the sun. They then dove into the details of the contract. Marcus cleared his throat as he began to outline the terms with precision. He discussed the approximate duration of the marriage as well as the conditions for annulment and the protections in place for Natalie. There had to be clear boundaries on paper, mostly to benefit Natalie. Lars did not want her to agree to this and feel suffocated again. “Regarding the duration of the marriage, we propose a period of one year,” Marcus stated, staring at Lars and then at Natalie. This w

“Marry me. It’s a contract, not a romance. You get your house, your father’s care, financial security. I get what I need.” Her pulse roared in her ears. “You think this is some kind of joke?” “Good,” he said. “Because I’m not laughing.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Savannah paced to the window, clutching the curtain edge. The world outside moved on, ordinary and untouched, while hers teetered on the edge of madness. “You think I’d marry a stranger to pay off my debt? You sound insane,” she hissed. “I think,” he said, his voice suddenly cool and razor-sharp, “that your pride is the only thing keeping you from survival. But pride doesn’t pay bills. It doesn’t save homes.”