Marriage Of Convenience To An Obsession Novels & Stories

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."

he muttered under his breath, crushing the edge of the paper in his fist before tossing it aside. The marriage had died long before the lawyers got involved, but today made it official. No more pretending. No more shared bed. No more nights where he’d come home exhausted only to find her cold and distant, or worse...faking it. Now there was only emptiness. And that emptiness needed to be filled. Charlie leaned back in his chair, loosening his tie as heat built low in his gut. He was a man who took what he wanted. A billionaire CEO who commanded boardrooms and crushed competitors without blinking. He wasn’t going to waste another second mourning a woman who never deserved him.

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.

This was it. There was a whole new reality laid in front of Natalie—an overwhelming one that, in a way, made her physically nauseated. Not that she hated it. There were simply worries that nagged at her, adding pressure to the weight she was already carrying. She has, after all, always been quite the overthinker. She's marrying Lars Laurent, a billionaire well-known and respected in the city—the owner of a successful company that has garnered prestige ever since its establishment and through the generations it's passed through.

He was such an amazing, impressive man, and I could not imagine myself loving anyone as much as I loved him. For a moment, I was overtaken with an almost overwhelming obsession for this man I was about to get married to one day. I was again reminded of my current predicament and the plans I had for today, and as much as I loved staring at Callum’s beautiful body and his gorgeous smile, this whole process, at this moment, it needs to be over with. I could not wait to be wrapped up in Callum’s arms again, to just be around him all of the time.

their happiness matters. ''Well, we can't do anything to stop that right! And What's the point of making them happy if you are sad yourself." I was thinking of them and feeling bad. ''But, Thought that I was marrying you for taking revenge but see marriage can never be a revenge. Its like you are giving your whole life and that someone is somehow special for you. Although, sometime, Your heart don't admit it but its true. '' He held my hands

“Dominic, what if Eva really gets angry? If she refuses to marry you, will it affect the Corleones’ business?” Dominic chuckled, pinching her chin affectionately. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s not your fault—you’re just too kind.” He leaned back against the sofa, a smirk twisting his lips. “Everyone knows Eva’s been desperate to marry me. If she hadn’t faked that illness years ago to make me pity her, I never would’ve agreed to the engagement.” He laughed, cruel and careless. “She’s like a little lapdog, begging to be my wife. You really think she has the guts to refuse me just because I postponed the wedding?”

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.