Marriage Of Convenience To An Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

I should have relished getting under his skin. George appeared again, chucklung beside me. “That man is obsessed with you.” I exhaled sharply. “You have no idea.” and I turned, “I thought you had left?” I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to refocus. I had won this round, but why did it feel like Pedro had gotten the last word anyway? George leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “So, what’s the story? Marriage of convenience? Toxic love? Or are you just bored?”

Daisy uttered. “Okay, thank you,” I said to Daisy whilst taking the envelope from her. I was seated on the couch and opened the envelope in which the letter was there. And paid heed to the envelope that Mr. Billionaire, my dear spouse had sent for me that stated: Do not forget that this is a ‘Marriage of Convenience.’ These are the conditions on which our marriage is fixed. This clause specifies that each spouse who has entered into the fixed marriage is fair and entered not by force or brunt.

As a result, she could only attend that crucial agenda by watching all the process of solemnization of the marriage through a video call. Unexpectedly, tears rolled down on her cheeks. That touching solemnization fully turned out to be meaningless. Since they became a married spouse, Ansel had never come to meet her. Even, he’d never called her either. Qeiza realized that he was forced to marry her under his parents' enforcement. However, as a real man, shouldn’t he behave like a true gentleman? Not to hide behind the mask of his busyness? Four years were enough for Qeiza to endure all the inner burdens of a false marriage. It’s time for her to organize her own ways of life. It’s better for

Mother Wang thought it was odd that Madam Liu would suggest something so absurd. Sure, it was a new era where many unmarried couples would live together for a while before they get married. Heck, there were even those who lived together for years and still have no plans to get married. However, Mother Wang wanted more for her daughter. She doesn’t want her daughter to be living with a man when they aren’t even married yet. Sure, they are engaged but, that isn’t marriage. Mother Wang felt like it’s not such a good idea for the two of them to be living together under the same roof. If Liu Shun-Feng suddenly decided to call off the engagement, what would become of her daughter?

He requested and I forced a smile on my lips before he let me go. I walked to the kitchen and locked the door behind me as I allowed the tears to flow however it pleased. I am tired of this hell hole called marriage, I feel my soul is trapped. Will I ever come out from an indefinite contract marriage like this? I wish there was a way out. I need to get used to this style of life by force because there is really no way out of this.

But slowly, she noticed a subtle change in his eyes and the tightening of his jaw. “Has he hurt you?” he asked, a protective edge in his voice almost easily unnoticed. “Not physically, no,” she replied, shaking her head. Lars leaned back, tilting his head as he propped his head with his hand, his eyes narrowing as he considered the situation. “We need to do something—something that will make it clear to him that he has to go.” Natalie looked at him, hope flickering in her eyes mixed with hesitation. “Yes, but what?” He paused for a moment, then leaned forward, his gaze intense but cold. “We get married.” Natalie's eyes widened in shock. “Married? Lars, that's... that's crazy.”

“No, not that. You don’t really mean it when you say I mean nothing to you. You’re just angry about something I’ve done, and I understand it. We can make this work, Rogerio; we could go to therapy, go on a vacation, or something. Anything but this, you don’t have to move out of your own house to prove a point.” “Sometimes, I wonder if you were always this slow and I didn’t catch it in time or if you like to act obtuse on purpose. Let me clarify something for you: our marriage was an act of convenience. It was useful to meet our needs at the time, and it has run its course. I’m sick of it, and I’m sick of you.” “Rogerio, I…”

Why can’t anything ever go my way? Why do I always lose just when I think I’ve won? And why the fuck is the man I’m supposed to marry standing in front of her suite, arguing with her boyfriend over his right to see her? A cold chill runs through me as I take in the scene — the tension in his shoulders, the desperate edge in his voice. This isn’t just some unresolved ex drama. This is obsession. And I’m the idiot who thought I could change him. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I force my voice to be steady, light, like my heart isn’t sinking straight into my stomach.