روايات وقصص ضمن Political Marriage With A Friendly Enemy

And somewhere along the way, we both started to want a life beyond the battlefield—something like a home of our own. The decree of reward and the marriage edict spread through the capital at the same time. On the day before my wedding, news came that Yuvan had taken his own life. I looked up at the birds flying freely across the sky, and could only think how unpredictable life truly was. I hoped that in his next life, he would live more simply and happily, and that he would never again let hatred take control of his entire existence.

The sound surprised both of us. Lately it felt easier to laugh around him. Easier to relax. Dangerously easy. Damian leaned back. “You know what’s strange?” “What?” “This marriage.” I froze. His eyes met mine. “When I proposed it, I expected six miserable months.” “And now?” A slow smile appeared. “Now I don’t hate coming home.” My heart skipped. I looked away first. The city lights reflected through the windows. Beautiful. Dangerous. Just like this situation. “You make that sound romantic.”

“It involved me and his daughter.” My eyebrows shot up into my hairline. That was not what I expected him to say. “What do you mean, it involved you and his daughter?” “He wanted us to form an alliance with our packs by having Nicole and I take each other as mates.” “Mates?” I repeated. That word again. The one I kept hearing. “Basically, we’d unite the packs through marriage. Still separate packs, but tied together by the mating alliance.” “Like a contract marriage. Or a political marriage. Like what rich people or royal people or other cultures do?” I asked, and he nodded. “So, what did you say after you heard this proposal?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest and my stomach boiling.

I said to her, and she goes towards alpha Marco's direction and glared at her. Lucy is not happy with all this, and she will give hard time to Marco who is looking at her roaring mate with a happy expression. Now I am out of their life because I get what I want, and alpha Marco is out of my dictionary from now on. "The matter between us is close and there will be harmony between our territories," I said to him in a stern voice, and he agreed. We take a vow that we will bite come in each other way and if anyone tries to break the code, then war will be necessary which none of us want.

Ahmed asked. “We’re fine,” Amelia replied briefly, busy unwrapping the cutlery for her father. “And your marriage? Is everything going well? Does your husband treat you right?” Amelia paused, looking up and smiling at her father. “Everything is fine. Ethan treats me very well.” “Are you sure?” Ahmed asked, his gaze steady as he tried to read her expression. Ahmed had initially disapproved of Amelia’s decision to marry a man who already had a wife. He had been concerned about the challenges his daughter might face. However, after many reassurances, Ahmed had reluctantly given his blessing.

Was she ever truly my friend? Lucas’s offer sank in and my eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Where is this coming from? Why would you ask me to marry you from nowhere? There’s no love between us and we used to be good friends–” “Who said good friends can’t get married? The best marriage is between friends, in case you don’t know, Soph,” Lucas cut me off. Soph. I hadn’t heard that name in a long time. “It’s only a nominal marriage, Soph. Don’t think too deep into it. My offer is simple, I will help you take your revenge and you will help me by being the spouse that my father wants me to have so much. It’s a win-win.”

I said, by way of greeting, because I had also learned that directness tended to save considerably more time than careful diplomatic circling. Something flickered across her face, surprise giving way to something closer to amusement. “I half expected the same thing about you, honestly. Everyone kept implying we were supposed to be enemies.” “Everyone enjoys a rivalry considerably more than they enjoy the more accurate, less dramatic truth, which is that I never wanted to marry a man in love with someone else, and you never asked to be caught in the middle of an alliance neither of us actually chose.” I fell into step beside her as she led me toward the camp's central clearing. “I would much

"Yes." "So he still controls us." I heard my own voice and it didn't sound like mine. "He still holds the terms. He still owns our marriage. He still owns us." "Yes." I closed my eyes. The contract was supposed to fix everything. It was supposed to save my mother, protect my siblings, buy us a future. Instead it had swallowed us whole. It had made us prisoners in a house we never wanted, married us to each other when we were supposed to be enemies, and handed Karem a leash he'd been pulling on since the day we signed.

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.

She thought about 1998, about Wolfe Meridian Corp, and about the brutal efficiency of a plan that didn't just neutralize the threat but removed the person behind it from the board entirely. "He will know it was me," she said. "When it collapses, he will know I was involved." "Yes," Caiden said. "Does that change anything?" He looked at her across the desk. "It changes nothing," he said. "He will know you were involved and he will know I was involved, and he will know that the two of us, together, ended him. I consider that an appropriate outcome." She looked at him. Together. The word settled somewhere deep inside her. Once, this marriage had been nothing more than a contract. Somewhere alon