Marriage Of Convenience Romance Novels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

' "I can read clearly and that's the more reason why I'm not going to sign this crap. Why would I want to get married to you" I said as I flung the documents on the table. "You were already informed before time, sign the papers and stop wasting both our time. 'Waaa I'm so tempted to hit this crazy guy right on the nose. He is the worst when it comes to words'. "I didn't know I was coming to get married, I thought my job was to babysit". Unable to stand the conversation, he stood up, took his phone, and left the study. Soon after he came back with another good-looking man.

i muttered, clinking my glass to his in a bitter toast. “Is that so?” He chuckled, his gaze soft and unintrusive. “Not... not all, maybe,” i admitted reluctantly. “But the kind I keep meeting? Yeah. Definitely trash.” I laughed, though there was no humor in my voice. I had been talking too much, I know, but it was as if once I start, there is no stopping. “Seven years of marriage,” i continued, shaking my head, “Gone in an instant, and for what? A spark with an old lover, my stepsister!” I looked away, focusing on the golden lights. “Turns out I was... disposable.”

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.

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

"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.

The man's words and actions made me feel utterly cherished and adored. I was caught up in feelings of happiness and passion. I didn't see how my husband had woven small acts of unfaithfulness into our marriage. If you weren't paying close attention, as I wasn't, it might have gone unnoticed. I was too focused on the bonding, closeness, and trust I thought we were building, enjoying those warm moments together. I connected with Rome in ways I didn't expect.

“Your marriage is fake! Oh my goodness! I can't believe this is really happening. Someone should pinch me so that I can at least wake up from this unbelievable dream!” Liam gazed at his wristwatch and he murmured some words on his lips. “A marriage of convenience. We are just married on paper, and it's for mutual benefit. So there's no way she's getting out of it unless I say so!” His possessiveness is always evident. I was so disgusted as those words echoed in my ears. I glared at him with a burning and reproachful eye as my temper flared. I clenched my teeth as I swallowed hard. William turned his gaze as he couldn't believe the whole fiasco happening.

“What does Megan’s return have to do with anything, especially my position and all I worked for?” My father leaned back in his chair, a smug expression on his tired face. “Your marriage to Megan was no coincidence. I wanted that union to stand. I did everything within my powers to ensure that both of you end up together, but your attitude and reckless lifestyle pushed her away. Now, you either find her or…” I scoffed. “Or what, Dad?” I was already tired of my father using the same card on me over and over again. “You are willing to jeopardize everything I worked for over a marriage of convenience?”

Five years after my dad's death it was like I totally shut out all the thoughts of dating and finding myself a guy to even hook up with. My mind was too preoccupied with all my problems and I turned down every guy who wanted to take me out or any parties I got invited to in university. My marriage happened way too fast and I didn't even get a chance to do the dating stuff and choose a guy I wanted to settle down with. When I saw who my husband would be, I had many dreams and fantasies. It was like all the hormones that I had been suppressing resurfaced and I started feeling things. All the stuff I read in romantic novels throughout my life suddenly popped up and I wanted him to do all that s

I could imagine him clenching his fists as he stared up at the ceiling. “I have two mates.” “That’s impossible,” he muttered, “What kind of game are you playing?” “It’s not impossible because it’s happening to me. Marina is my mate as well as Rosalind.” I heard a heavy sigh before the loud creaking of his office chair echoed in the background, “Let me get this straight. You are mated to the witch from Blackwood and somehow also mated to your human wife? How the hell did that happen?” “I wouldn’t be calling you for help with the matter if I had any fucking idea how it happened.” The words left my mouth through gritted teeth and the thought of murdering something crossed my mind. I wished that