Married For Convenience Novels & Stories

The CEO didn’t know what had been happening to him these past few days. He was married to the girl, only on paper. He had no responsibility whatsoever towards her. Why then was he helping her? This had to be the first and the last time he’d render any form of assistance to her. That marriage was contractual—in a sense—and it was one of convenience. It wasn’t based on love. Although they were actually married in reality, as they both signed their marriage certificates, they were still strangers merely living together under the same roof. They weren’t even cohabiting.

Why didn't Sophia's words cut deeper? "Because," I said slowly, working through the thoughts as I spoke, "the arrangement I had with my old husband was essentially contractual. We both understood what it was - a marriage of convenience that benefited both parties. I got financial security and social status. He got a respectable wife and family to enhance his business image." I picked up my coffee mug, noticing that my hands were steady despite the confrontation I'd just navigated. "I knew going into that marriage that love wasn't part of the equation," I continued. "I knew that if he found someone he actually cared about, our arrangement might end. I was fully prepared for that possibility."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared hard at the IV drip above me. I hadn't cried in years, but somehow, those words got to me. I said, "Evan and I are in a marriage of convenience, Hendery. It involves both the Warner and the Moore families. It's not something I can—" It wasn't something I could decide on my own. It was just like how, when I tried to break free in the past, they ended up bringing me back and forcing me to put on a wedding dress.

he drawled, his tone dripping with mischief, "we could turn this into a contract marriage. An arrangement of convenience; a trial period to see if we can stay together as a compatible couple that you think we are. We would have rules that would strictly define our current situation, and if neither one of us likes this arrangement, we can walk away from it without having to lose anything.” A contract marriage? His unexpected proposition left me momentarily speechless and froze my anger in its tracks. The idea was as bizarre as it was unexpected and I blinked, momentarily taken aback by the suggestion. Had he seriously just proposed that we enter into a marriage of convenience, without any emo

"It was wrong of me, Ella. I made a huge mistake. I was always true to you in the past four years, but I was too materialistic. I shouldn't have looked down on you because I thought you were just an ordinary woman. Let's get married, alright?" I looked down at him coldly. "It's too late, Grayson. I'm already married to Edwin." "You're lying!" Grayson said through clenched teeth. "Even if you did grow up with him, you lost contact for four years, and he only just returned from overseas. How could your relationship develop so fast?"

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.

That’s when he proposed marriage. Thinking back at that, I can’t help but laugh. “What’s so funny?” Gabriel asks, just as he moves from his side of the table to mine. We are now seated side by side. My eyebrows rise in question at his unexpected action. He doesn’t say anything, so I shrug and answer his question. “I just realized that my marriage with Liam was also a marriage of convenience. We married because we wanted the convenience of companionship, friendship and sex without having to risk the heartbreak that comes with being in love.”

“W..what?” She asked, When he made no signs of saying any other thing to her, she continued. “How can you propose such a thing? Marriage.. It's a very serious thing.” She mumbled. It did not matter if she liked him or not. she had always dreamt of marrying someone whom she was in love with. Someone that she could spend the entire day with, her entire years on this earth with and still love the person no matter what happened. She didn't want to marry someone just because a scandal had broke out.

And Axel was standing there, watching me, his gaze intense. "Axel… is everything okay?" I asked, my voice barely steady. He held those stunning eyes on me. "I'm getting married. It's official." I froze. "Congratulations." He leaned back in the chair, studying me calmly. "It's a marriage of convenience." "What do you mean?" I asked, curiosity and a sense of injustice rising in me. "That we both gain something from it." I ran a hand over my face, trying to process the news. "So… you don't love her? You're not marrying for love?"

He usually does that whenever he’s nervous, concerned, or trying to keep his mind busy. “Mom, dad…there’s something I’d like to tell you” I started, they both stood from the dining table inside the kitchen. I gulped, looking at their worried faces. “Harris and I, we weren’t really married, everything was fake, it was just a fake marriage contract…” I said, their eyes widened, as my father approached me, mom covered her mouth from shock. “everything was fake…” I added, as tears started to prick at the corners of my cheeks, my eyes studying their facial expressions…