Political Marriage With A Friendly Enemy Novels & Stories

Hmm, even now they are back to being friends but their husbands are enemies. .

Oh, if I could go back and look myself in the eyes–maybe shake myself back to rationality–I would. This was supposed to be easy. A marriage of convenience, so to speak. Me, powerful, lovely, and well-trained in policy and decorum, and an easy-going prince with little standing who needed a bump, rank-wise. Me finally having an out when it came to all the mating festivals and my parents’ excitement over the possibility of finding my mate one day. Me, busy, here, in KiloKilo, forging an iron-clad alliance with the Allied Kingdoms when many believe it couldn’t be done.

Not like he was even going to benefit anything from the marriage. "You can benefit a lot from this marriage." Jacopo said as if he was reading Marcello's mind. "The girl's late mother's family is part of Black Disciples. We can merge the two gangs together through one simple thing. Marriage. You don't have to love her or stay faithful to her." Silence filled the air–expressionless Marcello looked at his boss for a long moment without speaking After a while, he said, "No big deal." It's just a formality.

"I know this may not be romantic or what women dream of, but it could be a good partnership. We work well together. We trust each other. We could make it work." "As a business arrangement.” "As a mutually beneficial partnership," he corrected. "With no feelings involved," I continued. "With respect and friendship involved," he replied. "That is more than most political marriages have." He was right. I knew he was right. Most marriages among the nobility were exactly what he was describing. Arrangements, alliances, and partnerships with no expectation of love. But somehow, the idea of marrying him like that felt wrong. Like settling for something less than what I deserved, or what he deserved

“So why are you really going along with this Alex, do you really want to marry a stranger? You seem like a smart handsome guy, you could be with anyone you want is marrying me really your end game here? "I apologize, I had heard the rumor of your life in the human world, but I was not aware you knew so little of your own. No marrying a stranger was not what I had hoped for myself, but it became inevitable after the wars between the creatures of this world. This marriage will ensure the safety of my people as well as yours. This is the first time our kind have been allowed to mix so this wedding means much more than a simple a allowance. It will pave the way for a new history to be written wi

Putting my fork and knife on the plate, I kept my eyes on hers as I studied her expression. “I have a mother too Nikolay. So, whether or not this is a contract marriage, I wouldn’t want you to sadden her or piss her off. Which is why I would NEVER think of making your mother unhappy or sad” Kiara said looking me in the eye. Her eyes hardening as she mentioned the fact that it was a contract marriage “plus, whether or not it is a contract marriage. It would not harm us to be friends, and me being an enemy to your mum wouldn’t be a good step in making a new friend” “Oh? So, you want to be my friend?”

"Damon!" Lady Mallory tried to call on her son to tell him to keep quiet, but Damon didn't spare a glance at his mother. He continued, "Father, with all due respect. Marriage is a commitment, not a business deal. Before I will accept to marry Maria Milian, I will have to court with her first and see if she is willing to marry me. I cannot be tied to an enemy for the sake of peace to reign. Besides, the T-Group and the M-Group have been sworn enemies for years. So I cannot be the bearer if Maria's and her father's target is to eliminate me."

“And I will give you access to everything tied to your father’s case.” Seraphina stared at him. “And if I refuse?” Lucien’s eyes held hers. “Then you leave,” he said. A pause. “And continue chasing ghosts that were designed for you to chase.” The words hit something deeper than anger. They hit doubt. Seraphina hated that. She reached for the pen. Stopped. Looked up again. “This is not marriage,” she said. Lucien didn’t respond immediately. Then: “No,” he agreed. “It’s war.” The pen touched paper.

“Securing an alliance with Iron Mountain through marriage.” “My father…he sees alliances as the foundation of power. Three generations of marriages have expanded Northern Crescent territory considerably.” “And what do you see them as?” “Necessary evils, at times,” he admitted candidly. “Though I prefer alliances based on mutual respect rather than bedsharing.” “Yet here we are.” “Here we are,” he agreed, guiding me through another turn. “Two pawns in a territorial chess game.” “I’m nobody’s pawn,” I stated firmly. “No,” he murmured. “I don’t imagine you are.”

"I’m considering it." He chuckled, leaning forward slightly. "Careful, sweetheart. You’re about to become my wife. That wouldn’t look good for our perfect love story." She clenched her fists under the table. This wasn’t love. It was business. A contract that would grant her family’s redemption and secure his billion-dollar merger. A necessary evil. "One year," she said, keeping her voice steady. "That’s all you get." Adrian lifted his glass in mock celebration. "One year of pretending to adore me. Think you can manage?"