Married For Convenience 소설 & 이야기

It hurt to hear it, but it didn’t make it any less real. “What do you mean?” I asked, struggling to keep the frustration from my voice. The stranger’s gaze softened for a moment, but just as quickly, it hardened again. “I’m offering you a way out,” he said, each word deliberate, measured. “A way out?” I echoed, my mind still reeling. “What are you talking about?” He took a slow breath, like he was choosing his words carefully. “A marriage of convenience,” he said simply. I stared at him, stunned into silence. “What?”

"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

“ but it’s a marriage of convenience.” He didn’t speak, just watched me, “we both have different goals and dreams and our parents wants us together, we met just a few times, he lives faraway, “ “ He is not in the picture and you guys agreed to stay married, what if he finds out you are cheating?” He asked, his tone getting serious. “We agreed on no intimacy, no expectations. We can both see whoever we want, as long as it’s discreet. It’s not like anyone cares, we are not famous, it’s just easier this way.” I explained

Although they are married and she had lived both happily and peacefully with him yet she could not help but feel like their marriage was nothing but a hoax. Like they both had entered into it without intending to create a real marital relationship. A marriage of convenience. She was in it for the money, the good life, the respect, at least she knew why she entered it but she couldn't say for a fact why Michael did. She knew what kind of life he lived before he married her, his lifestyle wasn't exactly a hidden secret, but everyone said she tamed him, and kept him grounded, it made her feel like maybe he truly fell in love with her but the only thing that came close to marital they ever had w

“I can’t breathe at the moment because you keep looking like you might leave again. Sit down.” He sat like it was an order he had been waiting to obey, and when his shoulder brushed hers the contact was a private map. For a fraction of time — a stolen second in the middle of legal and technical chaos — there was the small, ridiculous intimacy of two people who had been thrown into a marriage by contract and then held together by something that wasn’t paperwork.

And, I don't understand what you're talking about. "We can't tell grandfather that I got married to get the shares and we'll only be together for three years on a contract basis. If he knows that, he won't give me access to the family property so we're going to tell him a story to make him believe in our marriage. You and I didn't meet in the club. As I said earlier, You and I met because of your brother. Since we got clicked, we went on many dates and started dating for six months. Since your brother didn't accept our relationship and forced you to send overseas, we got married quickly. Is this story believable enough?" He finished talking and stared expectantly.

The park was almost empty by that time so they had peace and privacy. "You said your father is like you..." "Yes, that's right. Maybe a little worse even." "And your mother isn't?" "No, she's...normal." Mikayla rolled her eyes. "You're normal too." He smiled. "You know what I mean." "Anyway, my question is, if they were so different, how did they make it work?" He shurgged. "Their marriage was one of convenience. It wasn't a marriage of love. So there were minimum expectations on both sides."

"But I'm also going to tell my family a version of the truth." Her eyebrows raise. "Which version?" She moves her hand away. "I'm telling them that we married for political reasons. We aren't in love. You aren't fawning over me. I figure you won't be able to pull that off anyway." "Damn right." "Which leaves us with a half-truth. We're married for convenience. What we're going to leave out is the duration of that marriage." She chews her lip, glancing at the two soldiers up front, but I wave off her unspoken concern. "They're loyal to me."

"Yes. I was indeed in a relationship with Willow for a few years, but due to personal reasons, it didn't work out. She didn't tell me about the pregnancy until after the child was born." Grace understood. Willow had taken advantage of the situation. She had secured herself a home while finding lifelong support using the child. "What about your wife's reaction to her?" "It's nothing new for people like us, Ms. Lewis. She doesn't care." Indeed, in a marriage of convenience, such things were often overlooked as long as they didn't affect personal interests. "Maybe she didn't care before, but now ..." Matthew's expression froze. "Is it possible your wife orchestrated this?"

In the long run, I know that Mark would show her his true color, and like me, she would have nothing but regret in the long run. After walking for a while, I finally spotted a bar and stepped in. Ignoring the rowdiness and smell of alcohol and cigarettes even at that time of the day, I went straight to the bar and ordered for a cocktail and began to sip once it was brought to me. It was what I wanted - a drink that is alcoholic but not exactly strong. As I sipped, my mind went back to five years ago when I was forced to marry Mark Thorn in a business arrangement so that the two families' businesses could merge to create an empire.