Political Marriage With A Friendly Enemy Novels & Stories

"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."

“I’m thinking that if someone had told me years ago that I would marry you, I would have called them insane.” “And now?” I looked at our daughter. Then at him. “Now I would thank them.” He pulled me into his arms. Zero-D laughed between us. And beneath the stars, surrounded by the family we had chosen and the life we had fought to build, I finally understood the truth. I hadn’t married my enemy to destroy him. I had married him… And somehow, against everything the world had planned for us, I found the man I loved. The End.

"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?"

“If he marries her, he’s definitely inheriting everything. I need a stronger political marriage, but there’s no one left.” Daniel hummed on the other end, clearly thinking. “What about Brandon?” I stopped pacing. “Brandon?” I repeated, like the name itself was poisonous. Brandon Kingsley was the last person I’d ever consider for anything, let alone marriage. The thought alone made my stomach twist. We were rivals. He was the guy who stole the fraternity president position from me. The guy who always outshined me, no matter how hard I worked. But worse than that— He was a man and it's well known that he was gay

Moriah sounded furious and her beautiful face red with rage. Harry looked tenderly at Moriah and shook his head. "You might not want to let go of your husband. But a marriage will only work if both of them want the marriage. It seemed that Mr Miller no longer wanted the marriage." "What nonsense are you talking about? My husband never gave up on us," Moriah scolded him, her face was like a feral cat.

“That’s—what even is that? You’re offering me a fake marriage for a real empire?” She nodded, deadly calm. “Exactly. And before you give me that shocked, morally outraged face—ask yourself something. Isn’t that what your father’s been grooming you for all along? Strategic marriages. Aligned empires. Family-first decisions. What I’m offering isn’t new. It’s just more honest.” I backed up a step, heart pounding so loud I couldn’t hear the traffic anymore. She was serious. Like really serious. Like… not-a-test serious.

“My father knew we were close.” “That was not what I asked.” Modric’s expression hardened. “He knew about the relationship.” “And still arranged our marriage.” “The alliance was necessary.” I laughed softly. The sound was empty. “Necessary.” “Mooncrest and Ironclaw were close to open conflict.” “I know why the marriage happened.” “Then you know I did not have a choice.” The words struck deeply. “You had choices.” “Not about marrying you.” “No. But you had a choice about what you did afterward.”

a lady servant reassured her. She sighed in relief, realizing that even though he was her husband, she couldn't trust him completely. She had trusted him once before, but now she regrets it. Trusting him had left her feeling helpless and alone. Trusting him had not only caused her to lose the security of her friends, but also had separated her from her closest companions. After a miserable past, she had finally found happiness with her friends, who were like pillars to her. However, because of her misplaced trust in him, she had lost the precious friendships she had cherished. She had lost Madison, who was like a sister to her, and Samuel,her best friend, along with all the others.

"We have the capital, we have the legal framework, and more importantly, we have the catalog. Let Damian and Richard waste their eighty million dollars buying up dead-end debt. They're fighting a war with weapons that don't work anymore." ​I looked down at his hand over mine. Six months ago, walking into his office and signing that contract marriage document felt like jumping off a cliff. I had expected a cold, transactional arrangement—a temporary shield against Damian's harassment. But sitting here now, watching him dismantle every trap Damian and Richard set without breaking a sweat, I realized the boundaries had shifted entirely. ​There was no contract left in the way we looked at each o

I said adamantly. "Xander, my friend," Marcus said, "You know I stand by your side no matter the path you choose, but have you considered the possibility that this union may bring unforeseen benefits? The alliance between our kingdoms could strengthen our people and secure our future." "I understand the political implications, Marcus, but this is a matter of the heart- my heart. How can I marry someone I have never neither met nor seen? How can I forsake the one who holds my heart captive for another that is nothing more than a stranger?" I said, gritting my teeth in anger.