Marriage Of Convenience To An Obsession Novels & Stories

I bit the inside of my cheek, "Then why are you marrying her?" "A marriage of convenience" he simply said. "It's common in our world." I tilted my head to the side. "What's a marriage of convenience?" "It's a contract marriage for political links and power and to ally with the British crime firm." I furrowed my eyebrows. I have never heard anything like that before. This man already had so much power. How much power can a person possibly crave? "My parent's marriage was also a marriage of convenience. My father married the princess of the Bratva to form an alliance with the Russians. My mother was an effortlessly lovable woman, he fell in love with her even before they got married..."

The oldie let an easy smirk becloud his wrinkled face, “Oh why would I say such of a man in the presence of a woman that loves him so dearly.” I forced a smile and let it disappear from my face as soon as it came. “How do you know I am in love? I just told you I am his wife.” As though I wanted to reconfirm my love for Brian, I asked intentionally, “Does every marriage involve love?” The oldie shook his head in disapproval but replied, “Not every marriage involves love, but yours involves obsession. It takes only the heart of one in love to share a roof with a mentally deranged man. Congratulations he survived it, and I am happy for you.”

When he finally broke the kiss, his forehead pressed to mine, his voice was hoarse. “You belong to me, Alyssa. Don’t ever forget it.” And as his arms caged me in again, I realized with a sinking heart that Adrian Cruz wasn’t just my husband. He was becoming my obsession too. Adrian didn’t give me time to think. His mouth claimed mine again, hungrier, more demanding. His weight pressed me into the mattress, his heat searing against my skin. “Adrian—” I gasped between kisses, my palms flat against his chest as if I could push him back. But my body betrayed me, arching closer instead, craving his touch.

"Doesn't she feel the same way you do? Jealous and possessive? Have you ever thought of how she feels knowing her husband has a girlfriend, but he won't let her do the same? You want her to yourself, but you won't let her have you either. Aren't you being unfair to her?" "I don't know what to do, Dad." "There's this thing called choice, Dylan. Just choose the one you want to stick to." "You make it sound so easy. Choice comes with heartbreak." "Do you still love Gwen? Does she still love you in the same way, or are you both just hanging on? Is it love that can lead to marriage or an obsession for pleasure? Can you imagine a beautiful future with her?" he asked me. I remained silent. I never

I am still speechless as I walk into my villa and head upstairs to turn in for the evening. Well, tonight did not turn out as I expected, that’s for sure. I don’t even remember showering, much less brushing my teeth, and the next thing I know, I am cuddled up in bed and staring at the envelope. This is preposterous. How can he expect a marriage of convenience to work? Yes, there are plenty of pros involved when it comes to this; my company will most definitely be back on top within a year and thriving. But… being married to Elijah?

"Maybe so ... I'm just saying from my own experience ... marriage is one hell of a complicated relationship, she might be in love with you but that doesn't mean she doesn't love him ... your chance of being with her is close to zero unless you'd be willing to be her side boy for a very very long time." "You were with a married man?" She nodded, "The reason why I don't believe in love anymore ... not really ... marriage is not always about love, it's convenience, and how far you can tolerate the bullshit for convenience's sake," she chuckled, "It's amazing how much bullshit a person can tolerate to stay that long in a marriage ... and we ... the outsider ... don't stand a chance when compared

“Being married to you may not be so bad, you know? You felt quite good in my arms last night, and when I kissed you on Friday, I wouldn't say we disliked each other.” “What are you saying? You mean…” she paused for breath. “You mean you would expect… expect a normal marriage?” Declan gave a mocking smile. “You've been reading too many romance novels, darling. Marriages of convenience don't happen nowadays. Or if they do, they certainly have a physical side. I wouldn't marry any woman just to look at her,” he scorned. “But it would be very convenient for you, wouldn't it?” Gemma queried softly. Grey eyes narrowed to steely slits.

“I’m perfectly capable to act accordingly based on society’s standards if I want.” “And you want to marry for truce?” “It is the only reason why I would consider marrying,” I said honestly. “Marriage really serves no other purpose. I don’t need companionship. I have that in my brothers and Simone. And I don’t need marriage to fulfill my sexual drive. There are enough women in Las Vegas for that.” Phoenix let out a dark laugh. “I believe you.” “I got the impression that you were in favor of a marriage between our families.”

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

"Yes it is just make marriage your thing," He kept quite and didn't answer Zaroon as if contemplating. After a few seconds with himself, he spoke, "You know I won't. I won't marry at all. I'm fine with fucks. Not more than that can a woman have a role in my life. I extract pleasure and they take my money. That's it. Even if I'd feel any attraction, a mere fuck would be enough to get over her because you know what, I show them money and they are ready to open their legs for me. I've never came across someone whom I'd have an utter temptation to get my hands on. Unique, captivating, enticing and definitely not a slut. Who would make me run for her, who without trying would force me to achieve