Marriage Of Convenience To An Obsession Novels & Stories

I questioned, wanting his opinion. “Can’t you live not caring about your grandma’s fortune taking away from her?” he bit back, consuming the coffee. And I smile, showing my teeth. “Fair play. We don’t have any other way than this. What an ill fate!” I commented, and he nodded in agreement. “I had four bargains for this marriage,” I began. “One, I can do what I want as long as it doesn’t ruin our families.” “Fair, so am I,” he said, revealing his drop-gorgeous smile. The pleasures in his countenance, pondering for a second. “That’s a new one, huh.”

“Don’t start with the matchmaking, Dr. A. I’m over guys right now.” In the past, he’s asked me over for dinner and then a “nice young man” shows up and joins us. One was gay, one picked his nose, and one asked to borrow money from me. I usually go along with those setups because, well, Anne is a great cook, and the food reminds me of home. He frowns, the deep lines on his forehead creasing. “Is something bothering you, dear? Has some young man broken your heart?” I sigh, not going there. What would I say? “I’m fine, but Prescott canceled my internship this morning.”

Suddenly a scent rushed into my nostrils and I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I looked at him again and felt an intense attraction to him. I gasped. This couldn't be. There had to be some kind of mistake but there was none. The Goddess never made a mistake. I whispered under my breath, loud enough for only the both of us to hear. "Mate..."

A short, empty laugh. “Great.” He whispered to himself. “I’m ruining everything again.” He looked back at her. And his eyes were more unstable than ever. “I was going to tell you.” He said quickly. “Before you heard it from anyone else.” He stepped closer. “That marriage is not because I love her.” The words came out sharp. As if he hated saying them. “I won’t touch her at all.” Iris froze. As for him… he continued in a tense voice: “It’s only for the clan… for something I need.”

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

"That you don't want to be my whole life?" "I mean it completely." I told him I'd spent too many years shrinking inside his world to build a healthier marriage now only by reversing the problem, him disappearing into mine instead. I didn't want dependence dressed up as romance. I wanted two full people choosing each other, not one person orbiting the other. "You're making it very difficult to be dramatically obsessed with my wife." "Be obsessed. Just develop interests." "Cruel conditions."

For someone to look at me and see more than my past, more than the mess Marco had made of my life. But I couldn’t let myself feel this way. It wasn’t real. This wasn’t a love story. This was a business transaction—a marriage of convenience designed for just revenge. I glanced at the sleek gold ring on my finger, the symbol of our contract. A contract that didn’t specify how long the marriage would last, but the implication was clear: once the Valdez family was destroyed, we’d go our separate ways. That was the plan. I wasn’t supposed to care. I wasn’t supposed to notice the way his jaw tightened when he was deep in thought, or the way his lips curved into a smirk when he knew he was right. I

“Kind of killed the party vibe. And besides…” I let the silence draw out, savoring her frustration. “It wasn’t a real wedding anyway. Business deal.” I slipped back into my chair, gripping the armrest until my knuckles went white. “Marriage of convenience. Nothing more. I needed it to secure the seat.” She blinked faster now, scrambling to catch up. “So you married some random girl for the title?” she snapped. “Exactly.” Her face twisted, something ugly and furious clawing at the surface, but she forced it back into a pretty, poisonous smile.

How could one person make me feel like being very violent, outside a court house? “You don’t have to like me, it’ll be a fake marriage anyway.” “No, I don’t like you. But I don’t like men either.” Of course he’s straight. I knew he was from the very beginning, but desperation is a sad little thing. “That’s exactly why this is perfect. We don’t have any obligations towards each other, just show up married, and you get to stay here, and my family doesn’t have to hook me up with anyone else.” He sighs, looking up at the night sky like he was expecting some kind of sign that says this was a bad deal.

Rio said before hanging up. Rio leaned back in his swiveling chair, his mind drifting to Luca and his new "bride." Luca had explained that she was a fake bride, but Rio couldn't help feeling uneasy. Luca was his secret obsession, and now that he had a woman in his life, the first woman, Rio hoped that Luca wouldn't become obsessed and fall for her genuinely. * *