روايات وقصص ضمن Political Marriage With A Friendly Enemy

"Public. Expensive. Covered by every media outlet in the city. A statement that says you are mine and anyone who touches you answers to me." "That sounds like a threat." "It is. To everyone except you." "What about love? What about partnership? What about any of the things that normal marriages have?" "We are not normal and this is not a normal marriage. This is strategy. This is warfare. This is two people who need each other deciding to stop pretending they do not." She turned around and I could see tears in her eyes but she was not crying and that impressed me because most people would have broken by now. "You think this is going to work?" she asked.

"You have power but no position. I have position but limited power. Together we could be formidable enough that the council thinks twice before moving against either of us." My grandmother had woken during this exchange. She listened carefully, then spoke. "He is not wrong. Marriage to a territorial authority would complicate council interference. They cannot easily execute or imprison the wife of a Mafia Alpha without political consequences." "But I do not love him," I said. "Love is optional in strategic marriages," Dante replied. "What matters is mutual benefit and agreed terms. I am not asking you to be a traditional wife. I am asking you to be a partner in managing territory and power.

“Before you ran off, there were some ties I had to cut loose and some that needed fixing.” “Where are you going with this?” I asked, sitting up straight. “Let’s just say I made some decisions and crossed some people. And in order to correct that, I need to make an alliance. And as the saying goes — the enemy of my enemy is my friend. And you, my child —are going to be the wife of my new friend.” The words felt like a cold snap to my face. “What did you just say?” I asked, like I didn’t hear him right.

"Think of this marriage as an alliance." I gulped. He was right. He was not my real enemy. That slimy, twisted snake Jace was. "I want us to have a peaceful marriage. Don't worry, I won't ask you to carry my seed yet. At least not now until you're ready." he said, one of his hands trapping again against the wardrobe. Suddenly, he leaned in closer and whispered. "This time, the ball is in your hands, feisty cat." My lips parted, but no words came out.

“We may despise your father in the pack, but we wouldn’t hurt you because of that fact. No, but you are part of the payback. I mean, what’s a better slap in the face than having the enemy get your daughter with pups?” I felt equal parts of relief and disgust. Sure, he wouldn’t physically hurt me, but the thought of being a pawn for the rest of my life already put me into mental anguish. “I-I . . .“ I fumbled with the words, nerves striking me dumb. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” “What? To marry the enemy? I’ll let you back out if you want to. Go back to your loving dear old father and live in the precious luxury tower you’ve been kept in . . . if you want to.”

Some of the pleasant warm feeling of belonging to this place had burned into a powerful fire, but he had put out his hand to put it out decisively. This is not his family and he is only accepted because he is married to Carina. You need to keep that in mind. A dull ache pressed against his chest but he denied it. Yes, they seemed to accept him, but only because they believed his marriage to her was real. Like everything else, this acceptance will eventually come to an end. You'd better get used to the idea soon. Jim punched him in the back and called through his brother. "Charlie, do you know what Eric is deploying down the riverbank?"

he said. I looked at him. “Not because the first one wasn’t real,” he said immediately, turning to meet my eyes. “It was real. It became real. I’m not trying to erase it or replace it.” He held my gaze with that particular steadiness that I had come to understand was not the absence of feeling but its most concentrated form. “I want to marry you in a room full of people who know us. With your mother there, and Amara, and Diana. With vows that we write ourselves and that say what’s actually true rather than what an officiant provided.” He paused. “I want to do it because we choose to. Not because an arrangement required it.”

She clung to Eric's arm and mentioned with a grin, "No worries. We can start over and get to know each other again." This so-called best friend of mine wasted no time flaunting her affection with Eric the moment she thought I'd lost my memory, her gaze laced with provocation. And Eric? He seemed to relish the thrill of cozying up to another woman right in front of his girlfriend. "Lila's right. You two are best friends, and your boyfriends are best buddies too—what a coincidence!" "It's all good. Just think of it as meeting a new friend for the first time."

“Get ready in an hour.” I don’t say anything. I just turn and walk towards the door. And when I turn to look at him, my hands on the knob, he isn’t looking at me. That’s enough I need to walk away. If he’s going to detach, then I will too. Besides, the marriage was never for any of our personal desire, but rather, a strategic alliance to destroy our mutual enemies.

Three times. Marriage Contract — Aria Coleman & Damien Blackwood. "You want me to marry Damien Blackwood." Not a question. A statement delivered from somewhere very flat and very dangerous. "It's a business arrangement…" "Answer the question Dad." He loosened his tie. His tell. I had been watching him do it my whole life and it always meant the same thing, he knew he was wrong and had already decided he didn't care. "Yes," he said. "Damien Blackwood."