Novel & Cerita Marriage Of Convenience To An Obsession

“Lena and I have a history together after various heartbreaks' ' Charles who sat beside Lena caressed Lena's hair,pulling a strand from her lips and laying his lips on hers. Charles passionately kissed Lena as though his life depended on it, as if they were the only ones on earth while they weren’t even the only ones in the same room as Mason watched in irritation. Charles patted his lips from that of Unconscious Lena and continued speaking. “I and Lena where to get married when that basterds father started a war with the vampires,in the process snatched the vampires wife to be,with all the chaos I decided to bring Lena to the underworld” Charles sighed. “She has to die to be able to come wi

Despite his strong feelings against marriage, Tony had to marry Leyla only in order to fulfil his father’s final condition before getting the family fortune signed over to him. As a last ditch effort to get what he wanted without ruining Leyla’s chances of finding true love elsewhere, Tony came up with an idea of getting into a marriage of convenience. If only he could convince his father that he was in love with someone else and that he wanted to marry for love, instead of duty; Tony figured it would be easy to find a girl to make the deal with.

Christian's frown deepened. "This marriage is based on a lot of business deals, Evelyn. You can't just divorce Alaric." Evelyn clenched her fists in frustration, feeling trapped. He took a heavy sigh. "There were a bunch of suitors I had offered you. You rejected everyone because you fell for Alaric. You even dropped your flourishing career and became a full-time housewife. What do you expect me to tell you?" His words hit Evelyn like a ton of bricks, the hurt and disappointment evident on her face.

Something moved across her face. "You want to talk about wives?" she said. "Let's talk about husbands who message their old school crushes about their marriage problems. Who tells another woman that their wife is never home and the house feels empty, that they need help." She tilted her head slightly. "Who does that David? Who talks to a woman they have history with like that when they're married?" I said nothing. It hit hard. "I was desperate," she said. "I wanted to be close to you. Yes. I engineered it. But you gave me every tool I needed to do it. So don't stand there looking at me like I'm the only villain in this story because we both know that isn't true."

"The only person I want is you. The contract was the fastest way to make you marry me. There were rules. Ways I could make you stay and do all the things a marriage must entail." Louis's voice cracked. "Well, there is an expiration date. It will be over eventually." Lorenzo sighed. "The expiration was because I thought I would get bored of you." He paused. "That has not happened. I get more obsessed with you every day, Louis. I have never wanted something…someone…the way I want you. Not since I wanted my mother's love." Louis stared at the wall. "You might as well get bored quickly and toss me aside. My mental health is a mess. I am boring in bed too."

But I suppose he likes bossing people around and playing the role of don in our Italian family. "I think you heard me," he says, dark gaze focused intently on me. Like two sharp points of obsidian. "But let me say it again, just in case. I'd like you to consider entering into a marriage of convenience with Finley Mennetti." "You want me to marry a complete stranger? And our mortal enemy? Why?"

“What? We’ve got a room full of guests and an exhausting night ahead.” He blows out a breath. “That’s what I want to talk about.” I raise an eyebrow. “What about it?” “How you’re approaching this marriage. Like it’s a job.” I blink. “Isn’t it? Neither of us wanted it. We have to fake a love story for appearances. And I have to get pregnant—not once, but twice—so my family’s legacy doesn’t get buried with my asshole father’s debt. How isn’t this a job?” Frustration tightens his jaw. “I get that. But that doesn’t mean it has to be miserable. There’s obviously chemistry between us. This could be... fun.”

Of saying things she couldn’t say with words. I took a bite of pizza, and it hit me. I don’t want this to end. This fake marriage, this setup—it’s starting to feel… real. And that scared the hell out of me.

He was beaming, his eyes wet with something that looked like relief. "You look like you just won the lottery," I said. "The party wasn't that successful." Lorenzo lunged forward and nearly crushed me in a hug. "Thank you," he choked out. I pushed him back, frowning. "For what? I didn't do anything." "Your husband is a man of his word." "I know that. I'm the one who married the bastard." "Never let him go, kid. He’s obsessed with you." "Why the hell are you telling me this?"

And if he was in a good mood, it meant something was brewing, something she wasn't going to like. "Just tell me." Grace demanded out of exasperation before she glanced at Marco, who stood stiffly beside her, equally wary of Bartholomew's unusually good mood. Marco couldn't quite put his finger on it, until the old man spoke. "Congratulations, my dear! You're getting married!" The space between them thickened instantly. Grace flinched and her body stiffened as those words settled over her. Even Marco, who had been standing tensely beside her was visibly tensed. His jaw clenched, as if he were about to say something, but before he could, Grace beat him to it.