Novel & Cerita Marriage Of Convenience To An Obsession

Wendy laughed and said, “Nah, he’s not Sugar Daddy material. You should marry him.” “I can’t believe I’m actually considering it,” Kate said in bemusement. “It’s called a marriage of convenience,” said Wendy. “You get his name and protection, your baby gets a comfortable home to grow up in, and Tony gets a young beautiful wife to keep him youthful and happy. That’s an all-around win in my books.” “Yeah, that sounds pretty simple from your point of view,” Kate said tentatively. “But I doubt if it’s going to be that straightforward.”

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“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…”

“You don’t get to make this about us when you’ve torn apart everything I’ve ever known.” Dominic’s expression hardened again, his eyes narrowing. “And yet, here we are. Tied together, whether you like it or not. You think I want this? You think I wanted any of this to happen?” He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration palpable. “But we’re stuck with each other now, Elena. This marriage, this mess… it’s the only way out for both of us.” The weight of his words settled over me like a suffocating fog. A marriage of convenience, born out of manipulation and lies. I couldn’t deny it, though—there was something between us. Something I couldn’t ignore.

Besides, everyone was busy already, and even my new wife, the boys' mother, Margot, was busy dancing and talking to some of her friends. So the moment I got the chance, I got up and slipped away. No one noticed. Why would they? The groom always disappears for a minute during these long events. Maybe they thought I needed to catch my breath. But I wasn’t trying to breathe. I was chasing a scent that had already wrapped itself around my throat.

My husband and I now have our own private elevator and break room connected to his office and rarely make it through a day without meeting there, working each other into a delirious sweat. We discussed having children and we were both initially interested in the idea, but over time, we realized our extreme fixations on one another are too intense, too extreme, to bring a child into. It's just the two of us and we're happy this way. So incredibly happy that I still have to pinch myself. Still have to convince myself every morning that I'm Harriet Atwood and not the girl hiding in the pool house, wishing he simply knew my name. I'm married to my best friend, my obsession, my love. It's real. A

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Now that Amanda understood that Oriaga had targeted her, the man was realizing his obsession without a hitch. A wedding is supposed to be truly happy because a pair of people will become one, but Oriaga made Amanda's judgment about marriage different. Marriage is a way for a person to bind a partner so that it is easy to control them in Amanda's eyes. ***

Why in the world would he ask me to marry him? It was some of the most absurd stuff that I had ever witnessed in my life. I had seen this in movies and in the romantic book by my nightstand that helped me escape my rough reality before going to sleep. The only place where this sort of cheesy cliché stuff happened, and I got butterflies in my belly, was in the movie, yet when it happened to me in the real world, I blacked out. Mr. Astor was extremely clear about the terms of the marriage, yet there was a hole in the story that he told me.

You must understand that at some point in your life, you will find yourself in the position of always thinking about one person in particular; this special someone that you just can't seem to get out of your mind. 'Special?” Liam brows creased at the doctor's words. He scoffed internally Kate was nothing special, she was just a woman whom he made sign marriage contract for the time being and he would soon get rid of when he no longer needed her, there was nothing special about her. she was just a tool he is using to get rid of the rumors and also to stop his uncle from eye his father’s company nothing more.