Matrimonio Por Conveniencia Novels & Stories

Then he walked away, his laugh echoing faintly with him. Aurora smiled and chatted with a sense of civility to the stream of guests that continued to approach us. It felt awkward explaining to friends and business partners that I was about to marry this girl they’ve never even heard of, let alone met. Again and again I told them, “We kept things private,” I had repeated for the fourth time. “It felt more romantic that way. Just the two of us. But now we’re ready to make it official.” I saw more than a few people who glanced down at her stomach to see if there was a particular reason we were in such a rush. Aurora quickly put those rumors to rest by drinking her weight in champagne.

Most of all she had imagined she would be in love with the man she was to marry, that he would be handsome and tall, with a dashing smile and that when she was walking down to him, he would smile and look a as though it was the happiest day of his life too. Never did she imagine that she would be having the most simple wedding in the world, that she would just have to throw on a dress, that she wouldn't even have the time for makeup, that she would not marry in a church, that she wouldn't be happy to her married, that she wouldn't marry the love of her life.

She's learned to read my moods without starting fights— makes her the perfect wife for a man like me. "Sergei," she says quietly, "you don't have to pretend enthusiasm you don't feel. I know this isn't exactly your idea of fun." The honesty hits like cold water. We've never talked about it directly— the family conversations, the mutual benefits, the practical arrangement dressed up as romance. But Masha's not stupid. She knows what this is. A marriage of convenience. A contract designed to give me respectability. And an heir. "The baby will be loved," I say. Truth. I might not have chosen this path, but I won't punish a kid for adult decisions.

I lean into Dante and whisper, “Why do they both look like they don’t want to do this?” “That’s because they don’t.” It’s not Dante who answers, but Nico. “Why?” “Marriage of convenience. They have to. We need allies.” My eyes widen and look back at the couple. A lot of things start to make sense. The abruptness of the wedding. The lack of bridesmaids, the low number of people in attendance, and the general mood, which was far from happy. It isn’t somber; it isn’t jovial either. There’s a tension in the air that I can’t explain, but it’s present.

SHE WILL GET MARRIED BECAUSE OF MONEY! Marianne's mind raced as the weight of the situation bore down on her. She had never imagined herself in such a peculiar arrangement, let alone a marriage of convenience. It felt like she was stepping into a world far removed from her own, one filled with uncertainty and unfamiliar responsibilities. She nodded in agreement with a mixture of determination and apprehension, "I understand the terms, and I'll do my part as agreed. But please remember, this is all business to me. Nothing more."

“You know… rendezvoused? Is he—” “Aria!” I butted in, halting her nasty thoughts. “We'd never.” I shrugged. “May never.” I added and she frowned in response, with Lucian by the side, blinking curiously. Her lips twitched, but I swiftly spoke. “It's a marriage of convenience. His grandpa's last wish and all; somehow, it got a bit… complicated, now twisted more than it was. I only agreed to this marriage for the sake of my child, nothing more.” I supplied, sieving out the details.

She wouldn't have stayed if it weren’t because her father had given the order. She could no longer live with that, so she finally came to Bassburgh to stay with her mother’s family. Zephir looked down. A marriage of convenience was all about getting benefits through marriage. It was to elevate the status of both families and had little to no love involved. If he had to get into a similar situation with a woman that he didn’t love, he might just be as repulsed as his cousin.

Sincerely, I was tempted to dress similar to her now that it seems like my husband prefers that sort of dressing but the reminder that ours was a marriage of convenience screamed through my mind. I had questions now for myself and for Xander which I knew I would never ask a soul. I needed to know if there was any possibility that we could readjust our agreement to become more favorable. I had no idea why I was beginning to think this way but I was certain of one thing which was that a marriage of convenience was slowly beginning to eat me up. I mean, for how long was I going to have to pretend to be okay with no form of intimacy. I might be an Omega but I sure as hell have my family's name t

"The whole arrangement with Sarah was just a formal agreement between our families." I handed her the phone. She adjusted her glasses and scanned the screen. "It was about getting married and having a child. But since she’s not able to conceive, the agreement is void." I paused, hesitating, before admitting, "Still... I’ll marry her after the baby’s born." She looked up, and I caught the flicker in her eyes before she masked it. Disappointment. "So your marriage is... a transaction," she said quietly. "Well, marriages of convenience aren’t rare in our world. Especially when it involves business!" I grabbed the hangover soup and sipped it.

I said, he shakes his head from annoyance, "you get to be the boss bride, this comes with a lot of benefits" "At least let me talk to my parents" I said, he smirks, standing, putting his hands inside his pockets, "I already called them, and told them we're getting married, they weren't annoyed about it, in fact they were so happy" he said, my eyes widened, "you what?" I asked not believing his words, "as you heard, and now all obstacles are gone, let's end this!" he said looking at the contract, I nodded, holding the pen once again...and with that I was sure that this was the beginning of something huge.