Romance Marriage Of Convenience Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked, “This isn’t how people getting married. So many marriages fail despite the couple being in love-” “Who said anything about making this work?” He frowned as though I had introduced an entirely foreign issue to our current conversation, which I later realised that I had. “This is a marriage of convenience. When we reach a point where we can’t stand eachother anymore, we take a divorce and go separate ways.” I was well aware of him and how he worked. I knew that he meant every single word he said and that he wouldn’t hesistate before making it all come true.

James’ head whipped towards me, shock and confusion etched in his features. “I overheard the conversation that the two of you had while you were still recovering,” I chewed on my bottom lip nervously as I recall listening in that day. He’d given James an ultimatum. Settle down and get married or he didn’t get the company. “I felt this connection to you, and found my in,” I frowned, hearing how ridiculous it sounded being spoken out loud. “You married me out of convenience, and I married you in the hope that you’d eventually feel the same way I did.”

Meanwhile, Jace, initially intimidated by Marvin's reserved nature, discovered a depth of compassion and understanding within him. Through shared experiences and heartfelt conversations, they started to unravel the layers of their differences, finding unexpected connections and shared values. Slowly but surely, their relationship blossomed into a partnership built on trust, respect, and, ultimately, love. As they faced external pressures and internal doubts, Marvin and Jace leaned on each other for support, realizing that together, they were stronger than they ever could have been alone. In the end, their arranged marriage became not just a duty but a union forged in the fires of adversity,

Emily asked cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper. A slow smile spread across Alexander's face. "Simple. You become my wife." The words struck her like a physical blow. His wife? The whole situation left her speechless. Marrying a stranger, a powerful, arrogant man she barely knew, to escape a financial burden? It seemed like something out of an extremely funny fairytale. "Marriage?" Emily finally managed to blurt out, her voice strained. "Are you serious?" "Perfectly," he responded , his gaze unwavering. "A marriage of convenience, of course. You'll have a place to live, financial security." He paused, then with a mischievous grin in his eyes. "And I'll get… certain benefits."

She took a long, desperate swallow. "Awesome," I said, leaning forward. I rested my elbows on the mahogany, closing the distance until I could see the golden flecks in those summer-sky eyes. "So, here’s the deal. This is a marriage of convenience." Her brow furrowed, a small line appearing between her eyes. She didn't interrupt. Smart girl.

And Axel was standing there, watching me, his gaze intense. "Axel… is everything okay?" I asked, my voice barely steady. He held those stunning eyes on me. "I'm getting married. It's official." I froze. "Congratulations." He leaned back in the chair, studying me calmly. "It's a marriage of convenience." "What do you mean?" I asked, curiosity and a sense of injustice rising in me. "That we both gain something from it." I ran a hand over my face, trying to process the news. "So… you don't love her? You're not marrying for love?"

Especially since she could not sleep a wink till Jake was back home. It was a good thing that nobody died of unrequited love. Oh, how she wished now that the marriage couldn’t be ended- ever. She so regretted her decision of having convinced Devin to sign on the agreement. No matter how barren the marriage would have been, she would at least have Jake’s companionship. It was wishful thinking on her part because even as regrets filled her, she knew she would never retain Jake in an undesired marriage for her own selfishness. Especially when she knew how he felt about her. She knew she was idealizing the concept of love sometimes but she couldn’t help it. It was the way she was; a hopeless rom

She had always dreamed about being swept off her feet. Chris was an emotionless man. Perhaps all that mattered to him was compatibility. What about her? Paige wanted to ask Chris. She stopped herself in the end. Paige had asked him before, and Chris had told her the answer. Their marriage was a stopgap measure to avoid embarrassment for both families. He only married her out of convenience. So, it was best that she kept the question to herself. Chris might think she was getting ideas about him if she asked. Heck, he could think she was into him—which she was not.

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

I bit the inside of my cheek, "Then why are you marrying her?" "A marriage of convenience" he simply said. "It's common in our world." I tilted my head to the side. "What's a marriage of convenience?" "It's a contract marriage for political links and power and to ally with the British crime firm." I furrowed my eyebrows. I have never heard anything like that before. This man already had so much power. How much power can a person possibly crave? "My parent's marriage was also a marriage of convenience. My father married the princess of the Bratva to form an alliance with the Russians. My mother was an effortlessly lovable woman, he fell in love with her even before they got married..."