Novel & Cerita Matrimonio Por Conveniencia

"Marriage." The word echoes in my mind like thunder. "Marriage?" "Yes. I need a wife for personal and business reasons. Someone who can play the role perfectly for one year. In return, your debt will be cleared, and your family will receive all the necessary support." My heart races. This can’t be happening. "A marriage... of convenience?" "Exactly. No emotional involvement. Just a contract." My mind races. It’s insane. Crazy. But what about my mom? My brother? This agreement could save them.

I bit the inside of my cheek, "Then why are you marrying her?" "A marriage of convenience" he simply said. "It's common in our world." I tilted my head to the side. "What's a marriage of convenience?" "It's a contract marriage for political links and power and to ally with the British crime firm." I furrowed my eyebrows. I have never heard anything like that before. This man already had so much power. How much power can a person possibly crave? "My parent's marriage was also a marriage of convenience. My father married the princess of the Bratva to form an alliance with the Russians. My mother was an effortlessly lovable woman, he fell in love with her even before they got married..."

Her comment did hurt a bit, but it is what it is, emotions set aside, even if I sold our entire company to the highest bidder Father didn't much to it. Vivian continued unbothered, "But Marriage? Will you be able to pull it off?" "A marriage of convenience" I repeated Darcel's words. "Convenience, my ass" She cursed, I had never heard Vivian curse so loudly. "Every marriage is a matter if convenience in our world Eri. But, it's always about men's convenience." I wondered if she was talking about herself.

His eyes, a warm hazel, had this depth of understanding and compassion, but only for her, complemented well by his blonde hair that seemed to sparkle when hit by the sun. They then dove into the details of the contract. Marcus cleared his throat as he began to outline the terms with precision. He discussed the approximate duration of the marriage as well as the conditions for annulment and the protections in place for Natalie. There had to be clear boundaries on paper, mostly to benefit Natalie. Lars did not want her to agree to this and feel suffocated again. “Regarding the duration of the marriage, we propose a period of one year,” Marcus stated, staring at Lars and then at Natalie. This w

Now it's coming, honey. “Why didn’t you get married together my friend”? “Mr. Murat, preferred one daughter at a time”. “My mother managed to convince him to postpone our wedding for a few months. Not to mention that my sister is the one who has the urgency to get married and not the two of us”. “Although you did go easy on being caught in the act, right darling”? "I don't even like to remember that Kaan". “Mr. Murat is quite traditional don't you think”?

"So, does that mean you are getting married soon? Because I know they wouldn’t hand the company over to you if you didn’t have a spouse by your side." "Yes." Beatrice beamed. "But I don’t know who I am going to marry yet. Dad is still deciding on it. He wants to hook me up with someone whose union would benefit the company positively.” "Oh, I see." She nodded her head wonderingly. "Marriage of convenience." "Yes, it would be a marriage of convenience. And I don’t actually care about who I would marry. As far as I get the company." Beatrice said, her desperation seeping through her voice.

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.

I kept those last words to myself so I wouldn't escalate an already threatened situation. "Well," She placed her hand under her chin and pretended to think, "Our marriage has already dissolved and I was unable to provide the child your mother desired, the thing that brought me into this foolery while I got what I asked for," She raised her head so we could look at each other eyes to eyes. "What do I have to do now to change the situation? I hope you won't say get married for another two years though," I didn't understand what she meant by she couldn't provide what had led to this situation from the beginning. The grandchild my mother desired so dearly that she made me get a contracted marria

she looked at him turning his back to her she continued, “listen son, I can still stop this marriage, if you just say me once. I’ll call it off right away.” “I know it’s only for the deal but there is no feelings attached with this alliance.” “You don't need feelings to make a relationship, Grandma...” Adam argued. “Relationship without love is compromise; son & that girl at least not deserve that.” She tried to convince her grandson which she had not done before thinking about the girl. But today too she couldn’t stop worrying about both the children. The girl either wouldn’t be happy in this loveless marriage. She thought and today decided to confront him.

"You should do my make-up more often. It's fun, and I feel really special when someone like you does my make-up." "Someone like me?" "Yes. My husband." "I wish we had met in better circumstances," I admitted, and she sighed. "I always wish so as well. They say everything happens for a reason, so there should be a reason." "I wish I knew it. This marriage was like the biggest test of my life, you know." "But then, what was the point of getting married if we were to divorce after a year anyway? Why not just get married in the first place?" Alena asked, putting her hand on top of mine. Her nails were really cute.