Marriage Of Convenience To An Obsession Novels & Stories

Sincerely, I was tempted to dress similar to her now that it seems like my husband prefers that sort of dressing but the reminder that ours was a marriage of convenience screamed through my mind. I had questions now for myself and for Xander which I knew I would never ask a soul. I needed to know if there was any possibility that we could readjust our agreement to become more favorable. I had no idea why I was beginning to think this way but I was certain of one thing which was that a marriage of convenience was slowly beginning to eat me up. I mean, for how long was I going to have to pretend to be okay with no form of intimacy. I might be an Omega but I sure as hell have my family's name t

Raymond asked looking at Elias for answers. " Our marriage is not like every other marriage... it's s contract marriage." " What do you mean by that?" Raymond asked confused. Elias then explained everything to him, from how he met Ava to how they got married. When he was done explaining Raymond was quiet for a while. " Now that explains things. That is very much expected from you...so this marriage is built on contract and not love. And here I was thinking that you are a changed man." Raymond said while he reached out from the bottle of wine,he drank straight from it.

I smirked. “You still haven’t figured it out?” “If he is so obsessed, why did he get married to someone else and broke up with me?” “Obsession comes in many ways,his obsession in a bad way,he doesn’t want you to be with anyone but still wants to hurt you and make you see him as the best person for you, in other words that dude is crazy”. She giggled. “Well he is also stupid enough to think I will really choose him over you, I mean you”.

He laced our fingers again and moved. We sat down on the bench and stared silently at the environment. "So…" I trailed off, "are we like… we're going to be called husband and wife?" I sniggered, accessing the diamond ring on my finger. "It's beautiful." "What's that?" Justin sharply turned to me and it was clear that he wasn't listening to me. "Why did you suddenly think that we should get married now?" I inquired in curiosity. "Uhm… I… my… it's really nothing. I just came up with the idea since time isn't nice enough to wait for anyone, not even a queen like you. And as the day is counting, we're getting older. The early the better." He shrugged.

History repeating itself - a Hawthorne marrying for convenience. But for the first time, I wonder if convenience is really all this marriage will be.

Wendy handled her like a pro, keeping my world spinning without a hitch. However, at the wedding, Ella lost it, crashed the party, and started flinging insults like confetti. "Jim, it all makes sense now. You're so eager to divorce me because you've been fooling around with this homewrecker. How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" Wendy slipped her arm through mine, beaming with a smile. "Not everyone gets their kicks from cheating like you do. We've got our principles, you know."

Just acknowledgment. In the end, he had agreed to marry her after confirming the baby was his. Not because he wanted her but because he didn’t want a scandal. She closed her eyes now, fingers curling into the fabric of her skirt. The marriage that followed felt like a tedious chore. She had learned his routines, memorized his preferences. She woke before dawn to cook breakfast she rarely saw him eat. When he drank too much at business dinners, she made hangover soup from scratch and waited up for him, no matter how late it was.

The only person in Damien’s life who had that privilege. Vince tossed a file onto the desk and leaned back in the chair opposite him. “You look like a man who hasn’t slept.” Damien didn’t respond immediately. He finished signing the document before placing the pen down. “I slept.” “Barely,” Vince replied dryly. Damien leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple. Marriage had been many things in his life before. Strategic. Useful. Political. But this one? This one was chaos. “She hates me,” Damien muttered finally.

I didn't cry. I turned on my heel, stormed down the grand staircase, and snatched the keys to his prized, limited-edition matte-black sports car right off the marble console. The engine roared to life with a feral snarl as I slammed my foot on the gas, tearing out of the driveway and leaving the burning wreckage of my marriage behind. I pulled up outside The Obsidian, a high-end, exclusive lounge, and marched straight to the bar. "Double shot of scotch. Neat," I barked at the bartender, throwing my cash on the counter. "And keep them coming."

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.