Marriage Of Convenience To An Obsession の小説・ストーリー

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.

I lean into Dante and whisper, “Why do they both look like they don’t want to do this?” “That’s because they don’t.” It’s not Dante who answers, but Nico. “Why?” “Marriage of convenience. They have to. We need allies.” My eyes widen and look back at the couple. A lot of things start to make sense. The abruptness of the wedding. The lack of bridesmaids, the low number of people in attendance, and the general mood, which was far from happy. It isn’t somber; it isn’t jovial either. There’s a tension in the air that I can’t explain, but it’s present.

his tone had a note of finality that made something in Lea’s chest tighten. The thought of him marrying someone one day had always niggled at her like a mild toothache. She could ignore it mostly, but now and again, a sharp jab would catch her off guard. But how could he ever find someone as perfect for him as his ex? No wonder he was a little reluctant to date seriously these days. If only Lea could find someone to love her with such lasting loyalty. Sigh. “What about a marriage of convenience? You could find someone who would agree to marry you just long enough to fulfil the terms of the will.”

“He needs to be married for his inheritance. I need a visa to stay in the country. He suggested we get married to solve both problems.” Mrs. Mary was quiet for a long moment. A pigeon landed near her feet and she shooed it away absently. “A marriage of convenience,” she said finally. “Like in the old days.” “It’s fraud.” “Is it? You’d be legally married. You’d live together, yes?” “He has a penthouse with four bedrooms. We’d have separate rooms.” “Ah.” Mrs. Mary smiled slightly. “Separate rooms. Very proper. Very sensible.” She paused. “Very lonely.”

But those dreams had gone up in flames because I ended up getting married to a loveless mean Damian. My marriage lacks communication and genuine emotions it feels so unreal This should be a dream and I pray to snap out of this nightmare sooner than later or I would end up losing my mind. Now here I am, in a marriage of convenience with a handsome, mean, and billionaire husband who only cares about his shares and sees marriage as a game.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

“No, you don’t understand. I need to—“ They kept blocking the way. Everywhere suddenly became crowded. I tried my best to struggle past them but all my efforts just went down the drain. “Shit!” I lost track of him and now he’s nowhere to be found. I wanted to meet him. Wanted to confirm if… ~ ~ ~ ~ This would be your new room. There would be rules set in place in this marriage. Remember, this js a marriage of convenience. So let’s not have any high expectations. “Oh, I thought..” “You thought nothing.” He cut me off. “See you later at night.” He said while backing me.

We would be madly in love without all that shit. "That day on the ocean, I told you that I had another reason for calling the marriage off. Trust me, you felt so good. I wanted more of you. The way you responded to me, the way I craved you, I didn't think I could ever get over you. Honestly, it was being a mere obsession when I realized I was obsessing over you, your body. I didn't want you to be my obsession", he was looking at my lap and I was looking at him.

“Listen to me carefully. Marriage is not romantic here. It’s administrative. People do it for tax reasons, for inheritance, for business mergers. This isn’t a fairy tale. It’s paperwork with rings.” “That’s worse,” Amara said. “Why?” “Because at least in a fairy tale, someone wants you.” Yasmin went quiet. That landed somewhere personal. Amara crossed her arms. “Who would I even marry? Some random British man off the street?” “Obviously not.” “Oh good,” Amara said dryly. “Standards.” Yasmin hesitated. And that hesitation was dangerous. Amara narrowed her eyes. “You already have someone in mind.” Yasmin didn’t answer.

"I am not illiterate. I just can’t understand your logic on why you have to sign this if you will change the main reason why it was created," "What’s wrong with it?" He pretended that it didn’t matter. Caspian placed his hand on her shoulder and explained, "our parents would doubt us if we crossed the line. I want our marriage to be considered and let’s play the game as a happily married couple in front of others. But don’t worry, I will not bother you. You can still enjoy yourself alone because I will be on duty and I have no idea when I will come home." She smirked and realized that he had a point, but one thing she was curious about was why he wanted to keep their marriage.