Novel & Cerita Political Marriage With A Friendly Enemy

"Our families have been tearing each other apart for decades. Now they want me to marry their heir?" Damien didn't flinch. "It's not a real marriage. It's just one year of public appearances and joint business decisions. After twelve months, you walk away with everything settled. Sign today and the first payments hit the accounts tonight." I stared at the paper until the words blurred. My mum's pale face in that bed kept flashing in my mind, Asher trying to hold the company together alone and the empty bank statements. "What do they have to gain?" I have been in the business world far to long to think a thing is done for free.

There was only one person Callen could mean—Maris, my childhood friend, the one who’d helped me hide food when the pack turned against me. “He has her,” I whispered. Warren stepped closer, reading the note over my shoulder. “Who?” “Maris.” The name felt fragile on my tongue. “She’s not a fighter. If he’s using her…” I couldn’t finish. Warren closed the box and handed it to one of his guards. “Get my Beta. Double the patrols around the southern border.” Then he turned to me, his expression unreadable. “Inside. Now.” In his office, the air was heavy with silence.

I continued, "I do not believe marriage represents necessary or appropriate response to this crisis. Cooperation between our territories can be established through formal alliance, resource sharing, and combined magical expertise, exactly as we've already structured similar cooperation throughout my own confederation's eight allied territories, without requiring personal marital sacrifice from either party involved." Thorne's expression tightened slightly, though he maintained his careful diplomatic composure. "I proposed marriage specifically because historical precedent suggests such unions create more binding, more permanent commitment than simple political alliance alone," he said. "Give

Today I finally get to marry my Little Dove. I never pictured I’d be sharing her with someone let alone the man I should consider my enemy. However, Anthony has proven he is far more valuable as an asset. I have no problem admitting I like Anthony and I like our alliance. Anthony is more than just an ally, he is someone I’m going to be sharing the rest of my life with as well as Violetta. Anthony and I might not have sexual relationships due to us both being straight, but we connect on a social and emotional level. The three of us have come together to form our own love alliance so to speak, and it’s going to shake the underworld a bit. That’s okay I’m all about making jaws drop for the righ

Sienna said slowly, turning the thought over, testing its edges, “then this marriage isn’t just a contract that happened to save my company. It’s exactly what someone wanted to happen. Or exactly what they never expected.” Nathaniel’s eyes came up to hers, sharp now, alert in a way she hadn’t seen since the lawyer’s office, the calculating focus of a man who’d just found a variable he hadn’t accounted for. “Or,” he said, “it’s the one thing they didn’t plan for.”

I finally said, my voice sounding like a judge’s gavel sealing a fate. Maia looked up, a mixture of tragic hope and terror in her red eyes. But I cut her off before she could utter a word. “I accept the marriage, Maia,” I continued, standing up and walking toward her, stopping close enough for her to feel the cold emanating from me. “But let’s make something obvious here, before your father and mine. Do not deceive yourself with romantic illusions. I do not love you. I never will. This union is a business deal, a contract signed with the blood of ambition. You will be my wife to the world; you’ll have the status and protection of my name, but expect nothing more than a gold band and a seat b

“Unless of course you’d rather marry another, or take some time to try and find your true mate. I’ll provide for you either way, and I don’t want to tie you to a union that won’t make you happy, I just want you to be safe.” “No!” She exclaims without hesitation. “I want to marry you, Bastien.” She professes, “I always have, I just feel… well, I know you don’t love me that way.” Dropping my head so she can’t see my frown, I recall all the stories I’ve heard from generations past, when marriage was a legal and financial arrangement and fated mates were considered frivolous fantasies. “Lots of great marriages have started out being arranged between friends, or people who barely know each other.

A private meeting reserved for special people only… “Everything is going on as planned,” Devin informed his three accomplices rubbing his hands gleefully. “I’ve received another mail from the two lovebirds and they still not willing to get back!” Nash smiled indulgently. “Let them enjoy. They’ve well deserved the holidays after the ordeal you have put them through.” Devin chuckled wickedly. “You’re right. Nash, I think we’d better start planning a second marriage. What do you think of Kyra Hart, Rachel’s best friend?”

I raised my eyes to meet Jace, staring intensely at me. A pink hue covered my face as warmth grew within me. Why was my body reacting to him this way? This marriage was just a contract marriage. Moreover, he saw me as a tool and not a woman. “Now you may repeat after me. “I solemnly take Mr Jace Karev to be my husband.” I repeated the words after him. Jace followed the same order. Repeating the words after the priest. He pulled out another diamond ring and wore it on my finger. I did the same with him.

What logical blueprint could possibly justify the integration of my youth into a marriage alliance with a geriatric patriarch? Compounding the absolute horror of the arrangement... stood the unyielding, dark reality of my clandestine association with Mr. Jefri. How could my internal network even preview the execution of a sanctified marriage covenant with an alternative human being, while the raw vulnerabilities of my flesh were continuously being dominated, claimed, and savored by my own university professor?