Marriage With Benefits Artinya Novels & Stories

"I thought you said you don't link personal life to work life. I mean, since I'm now your dear wife, I'm supposed to be, like, jobless, right? You know, indirectly fired." His eyes narrowed and he stalked towards me. "First of all, dear wife, I am not your husband. A marriage intended for divorce in the future is not a marriage at all; we had that silly ceremony because it's necessary. Second of all, if you have a very functional memory, you were my secretary and the month isn't over yet. So your salary isn't paid yet. Nothing has changed and that clause remains: I don't link my personal life to my work life."

You do everything else. “Yeah, yeah,” Kai mumbled after her, before abruptly stopping and turning to her,” Is this marriage?” “Is what marriage?” Lila prompted for more information, even though she knew exactly what was running through his head. “I mean, is this marriage? Two people living together, dividing labour, arguing over what should be on the shopping list, and still staying friends?” Kai thought outloud. “Yeah, but that’s mostly secondary to the point of marriage, aka tax benefits and romantic love. This is way more like being roommates that run a business,” Lila surmised for him, giving him an alternative to think about.

Couldn't explain the panic rising in my chest. Marcus stood. Came closer but didn't touch me. "Tell me what you're afraid of." "Everything. Losing myself. Being controlled. Becoming someone's wife instead of being me. Marriage ruined my life once. I can't do it again." "Then let's not call it marriage. Let's call it partnership. With legal protections." "That's just marriage with different words." "Maybe. But words matter. If marriage is triggering, we don't use that word. We create something new. Something that works for us."

Right after we got married, Desmond proposed that we have a fifty-fifty marriage, where we went Dutch for all expenses. At the time, I actually thought he was trying to make things easier on me—like he didn't want me bearing the full financial burden. But little by little, I started noticing how he'd constantly sweet-talk me into paying for everything. "Honey, the house and the car are both in your name. I don't want people thinking I'm after your assets, so I'm afraid you'll have to cover those yourself.

"How ref‌reshingly adolescent. Let me educate you about something, my dea⁠r. Love is a fairy ta‌l‍e we tell ourselves to make th⁠e transaction of m‌arriage more p‍alatable. The realit⁠y is far more practical." She⁠ stood and walk‌ed to the window agai‍n, her silhouette sharp against the‍ bright sky. "M⁠ar‍riage, re‌a‌l marriage in families like ours‌, serves two purposes. Repro⁠ductio⁠n and str⁠ategic alliance."‌ She glanced back at me over her shoul‌der. "‍You‌ b‌rin⁠g no strateg⁠ic value to the Blackwood name. No business connections⁠, no political influen⁠ce, no soci⁠al s‍tanding. Which leaves o‌n‍ly one p‍ossible u‍se for you⁠."

Then I motioned for the lawyer to begin. “This is not a standard marital agreement,” the lawyer explained, tone as calm as a surgeon. “It recognizes the union as legal, but its clauses extend beyond ordinary law. Shared assets, joint decision-making, heirs to be recognized under both names—Belluci and Moretti.” His eyes flicked up, first at me, then at her. “A merger, written as marriage.” Mirabella’s breath slowed. She wasn’t overwhelmed, she was dissecting every word. The lawyer pushed the pen toward her. “I’ll need signatures from both parties.”

Mia could never have imagined a situation like this in her entire life. Mia finally picked it up, her hands slightly unsteady as she flipped through the pages. There were clauses upon clauses, legal language she barely understood, rules about privacy, public appearances, discretion, boundaries. Everything felt too much for her to read. “You’ll be provided with everything you need during the marriage,” Max added calmly. “Clothes. Allowance. Protection. Comfort. And when everything is over, you’ll be rewarded.” Rewarded. The word made her stomach twist. “This isn’t… normal,” Mia said quietly, shaking her head as she continued skimming through the pages. “You’re talking about marriage like it’s

*LORENZO* "There is no going back, Snow, so sign it." I snapped when I noticed her hesitating. What I passed to her is a starter set of marriage documents—yes, you heard me, marriage documents. I don't want to feel like I'm abusing someone's child, so I feel like this is the best way and the best deal. A starter marriage is when both parties agree to be in something like a marriage but not actually a covenant marriage. We can act and do things like a couple, but after a certain period of time, both parties might decide to actually get married properly or separate; let's just say, it's like friends with benefits.

"Because she's good; she's the appropriate choice! Is your marriage with her not going well?” "No! We're fine. I asked because I knew that you and Mr. Martin didn't get along well, either. I mean… For sure, you wouldn't want to get close to him or have him join your family. What are you getting from their family? In this marriage, you won't really gain anything financially."

I wish she takes care of my family and in return I will just have to take care of her. Arpita's face glowed hearing his honest answer : If she wants to continue her work after marriage then? Adi : Ofcourse she can. My sister Ruchi works after marriage, my bhabhi works then why would I stop my wife from working. Arpita if we get married, I promise it won't be you only making sacrifices and adjustments. It will be half you half me. We both are together in this. Arpita smiled widely making Aditya's heart flutter with joy. Her smile was stunning.