Novel & Cerita Matrimonio Por Conveniencia

"Why did you agree to all of this?" I could sense the truth teetering on the brink of my consciousness, ready to explode. Love wasn't the true reason I was here or why I had consented to this marriage. It was nothing like it at all. Simply put, it was survival. For Mia's future, safety, and the stability she need, I had consented to this. There was no other option, so I swallowed my pride and went down the aisle. However, at some point, I had persuaded myself that there may be more. that I could somehow make this work.

He's now Emily and James's son. Apparently, they grew a liking toward him. "You see my mom and dad got married by contract." Aria advertised with a smile on her face. Charlotte nodded. "Yep. I've definitely heard that before." Aria chuckled. "I know, but now I'm happy that their marriage is real. At first, the contract thing confused me, you know? Especially after learning that contracts expire. I can't believe I get to watch." She beamed, then looked at her parents' happy faces.

Randy said and rolled his eyes. "You stupid...." "Just save yourself from all this stress and let us get married " Randy interrupted her. "I don't want to get married to a man I don't love, I...." "It is just a marriage of convenience, we will stay together for a while then get divorce after a while " "A contract marriage are you saying we deceive our moms?" "It's not deceiving we are getting married and respecting their decisions while chasing our own happiness " Randy said with tug. DAMON’S MANSION ~ THAT SAME AFTERNOON ~ DINING ROOM

Sebastian said. "I do not understand," said Charlotte. "It's simple. We get married just to get our families off our backs and we'll go our separate ways after a year. That way, we won't be breaching the term of the contract," Sebastian explained. Charlotte could see what Sebastian was driving at. If they got married, then they would fulfill the terms of the contract. The contract didn't say that they would have to be together for life. It only said that they had to get married to each other.

“I want to get married to you” I blurt out, his eyes widen and his lips curl up into a smile not a usual smile but a mocking smile, “you… want to get married to… me” he chuckles. I nod, ignoring the queasy feeling in my stomach, “I want to get married to you but it’s not in the sense you’re thinking. I’m proposing a marriage of convenience” I say, nervously biting my lips.

Dominic and Gwen nodded, indicating their agreement to go to the middle-aged man's room. "What's the matter with Grandpa inviting us here?" Dominic asked. "I want to talk seriously with you, especially with Gwen," the man said. "The purpose of marriage is to have descendants. I want Dominic to marry soon to have a Cartwright family heir. So, I hope after marriage, you must get pregnant soon." "Pregnant?" Dominic and Gwen said simultaneously. "Why are you surprised?" the confused grandfather asked. "We agreed to postpone having children because Gwen is still young, and I'm busy with office matters," Dominic explained, searching for the right reasons to reject his grandfather's request.

I could hear his controlled breathing and feel the weight of his stare pressing against me. "Listen, Nelly," he said, at last, his voice even but firm. "This marriage will be purely contractual. No strings attached. In public, we’ll pretend to be a loving couple. In private, we go our separate ways." His eyes burned into mine, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "Especially for my parents—we just need to convince them we’re in love so they’ll stop meddling." He exhaled slowly before continuing. "If you agree, I’ll take care of your grandmother’s medical bills. It’s just for a year, and then we both walk away. No complications, no expectations."

Daisy uttered. “Okay, thank you,” I said to Daisy whilst taking the envelope from her. I was seated on the couch and opened the envelope in which the letter was there. And paid heed to the envelope that Mr. Billionaire, my dear spouse had sent for me that stated: Do not forget that this is a ‘Marriage of Convenience.’ These are the conditions on which our marriage is fixed. This clause specifies that each spouse who has entered into the fixed marriage is fair and entered not by force or brunt.

“It’s not like it’s a marriage for love. Salvatore doesn’t have to feel anything to marry. He only needs to say yes and fuck his bride, perhaps father a kid or two, and keep his wife alive as long as we want peace with the Famiglia. You can do that, right?” I narrowed my eyes, not liking his tone. “I can do that.” Simone shook his head. “That’s a fucking bad idea and you know it.” “It’s unconventional,” I conceded, “but it’s a practice that’s been used in our circles for