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He handed it to me and flopped onto the couch like he had no care in the world. I opened the envelope and scanned the front page. MARRIAGE CONTRACT. I looked up at him, stunned. “Are you serious?” His face was unreadable. “In there are the terms. My expectations. The dos and don’ts. Rules of this marriage.” The words stung more than I thought they would. “This was supposed to be simple,” I whispered. “Fake, yeah, but simple.” Jason’s eyes met mine. “It is simple. Just business, Nelly. That’s all.”

genre? "You should read fewer of these novels," Chris advised. "Reading too much can lead to wishful thinking." Paige asked, "Why do you say that’s wishful thinking?" Chris explained, "Do you really think there are many wealthy and handsome men interested in divorced women?" Paige inquired, "Why not?" Chris nodded and said, "Well, It's possible—everything in the world is possible. However, divorced women marrying wealthy and handsome men is extremely rare. It's not as common as you might think. Not every divorced woman can marry a wealthy and handsome man."

Especially since she could not sleep a wink till Jake was back home. It was a good thing that nobody died of unrequited love. Oh, how she wished now that the marriage couldn’t be ended- ever. She so regretted her decision of having convinced Devin to sign on the agreement. No matter how barren the marriage would have been, she would at least have Jake’s companionship. It was wishful thinking on her part because even as regrets filled her, she knew she would never retain Jake in an undesired marriage for her own selfishness. Especially when she knew how he felt about her. She knew she was idealizing the concept of love sometimes but she couldn’t help it. It was the way she was; a hopeless rom

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

“There has to be a mistake.” She flipped through the pages again, her heart racing. Marriage. Twelve months. Carry his child. Live under his roof. She was breathless. “This is a marriage of convenience,” she said loudly. “You want me to marry you?” “Yes.” She stared at him. For a moment, she was speechless. Then the shock turned into something else. “This is absurd,” she said, shaking her head. “No one does this in real life.” Her voice grew sharper.

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.

RACHEL’S POV “What did you do?” Leo asked, his tone platonic but I could sense the underlying annoyance in his voice. “I did what I could. If we both act as a married couple for just 100 days, then Max Zenin will either invest in my company or yours at the end of it,” I said, folding my arms defensively. I had hoped he would understand, but his expression told me otherwise.

He looked her in the eyes, and suddenly the weight of their arrangement felt lighter, shifting into something more promising, something that could be. Bridgette couldn’t help but smile. The humor of their initial meetings swirled into a new unpredictability filled with potential. Maybe arranged marriages weren’t so traditional; they were simply the backdrop of a new adventure waiting to unfold. As they sat on that bench, two surprised lovers navigating unforeseen affection, Bridgette felt the rush of hope blossoming, uncertain, yet exhilarating.

Why in the world would he ask me to marry him? It was some of the most absurd stuff that I had ever witnessed in my life. I had seen this in movies and in the romantic book by my nightstand that helped me escape my rough reality before going to sleep. The only place where this sort of cheesy cliché stuff happened, and I got butterflies in my belly, was in the movie, yet when it happened to me in the real world, I blacked out. Mr. Astor was extremely clear about the terms of the marriage, yet there was a hole in the story that he told me.

he reasoned, throwing the phone at his side. Anyway, he was right. “Fourteen dates, deal?” “Fourteen?” His voice increased as if I was telling him to jump off the building. “Are you serious? It’s too much.” “It’s not too much. Fourteen is perfect, and we had that deal?” He sneered, glowering at me. “Okay, what can I do?” he gave up. I hide my smile and point at the notebook. “Then your bargain for me.” “There are only two bargains I am asking. First, when we were married, whenever my family or yours visited, you acted like a proper wife and cooked food.”