Romance Marriage Of Convenience Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Listen to me carefully. Marriage is not romantic here. It’s administrative. People do it for tax reasons, for inheritance, for business mergers. This isn’t a fairy tale. It’s paperwork with rings.” “That’s worse,” Amara said. “Why?” “Because at least in a fairy tale, someone wants you.” Yasmin went quiet. That landed somewhere personal. Amara crossed her arms. “Who would I even marry? Some random British man off the street?” “Obviously not.” “Oh good,” Amara said dryly. “Standards.” Yasmin hesitated. And that hesitation was dangerous. Amara narrowed her eyes. “You already have someone in mind.” Yasmin didn’t answer.

There was no spark, no connection, no hint of the passion that should exist between two people about to commit their lives to one another. The lawyers stepped forward, presenting them with the contract, a thick document filled with legal jargon and complex clauses. The "Marriage of Convenience" contract. The terms were clear, concise, and utterly devoid of romance. It outlined the financial obligations, the social expectations, and the eventual dissolution of the marriage. It was a business arrangement, a transaction, a deal. Qing Lin scanned the document, her eyes moving quickly over the pages. She paused at one particular clause, her eyebrow arching slightly. She exchanged a brief glance w

“It was purely business. Our marriage would have merged her father’s and my business together and been beneficial to both parties.” “So no love?” “No. It was simply a marriage of convenient.” Dante shook his head and took off his suit jacket. “No emotions are required. All that mattered to me was that she was bearable to leave with, and the contract with her father was beneficial to me.” ‘Wow, that’s kind of sad.’ It felt weird to be hearing of marriage of convenience in real life; I thought it only happened in novels. And it usually ended with the guy and the girl falling in love and leaving happily ever after.

That’s when he proposed marriage. Thinking back at that, I can’t help but laugh. “What’s so funny?” Gabriel asks, just as he moves from his side of the table to mine. We are now seated side by side. My eyebrows rise in question at his unexpected action. He doesn’t say anything, so I shrug and answer his question. “I just realized that my marriage with Liam was also a marriage of convenience. We married because we wanted the convenience of companionship, friendship and sex without having to risk the heartbreak that comes with being in love.”

Now, I was nervous from what happened minutes ago. The wedding was about to end and I was getting nervous about what was going to happen at our honeymoon. It did not help that my mind was still flooded with our kiss and how he has been looking at me ever since we had the discussion. Every corner Anthony was, he would always look at me with a look so dark that it made goosebumps rise on my skin. I didn’t want to delude myself into thinking that he was looking at me with lust in his eyes because I knew he was just looking to make sure I was still certain. This marriage was a lavender marriage but without the gay part involved or more like a marriage of convenience but I was beginning to pray t

Although Giovanni knew it wasn't ethical or fair to his future wife, he couldn't help but think about maintaining his false marriage of convenience while continuing to enjoy his clandestine relationship with Fiorella Mancini. Fiorella's simplicity and authenticity contrasted sharply with the woman he was about to marry. "There's no comparison between them," he thought that this agreement would be a piece of cake. At the end of the meeting, a relative peace filled the room. Brenda and Giovanni were ready to face this marriage. The next chapter of their lives had just begun. "Well, Giovanni. Let's do this," Brenda concluded, shaking the Italian's hand and sealing the verbal contract with a con

Eric exchanged an icy gaze at me, causing me to swiftly look away as we resumed our steps to where a rounded, considerable table filled with people were. “Keep playing cool, people are getting convinced by our acts. Now, we're joining them for dessert, so stay beside me and do what I do” Eric paused and flashed a smile across a guest he recognized before glaring back at me. “And did I also forget to tell you it's only for a year? This marriage is a one-year thing, and we'll break up after that.”

Marriages of convenience weren't anything new in our social circle. They were entirely normal and acceptable to everyone around us. First, the families had to be compatible in terms of goals and business opportunities, and only after that came any emotional attachment. Feelings were the last step in the process. That's how Lawrence's parents had married—Mr. Laurence Lewis and Mrs. Victoria Lauren. They had everything in their favor except any genuine attraction or affection. Their marriage was like something out of a crypt. How could it not be? Laurence was much older than Victoria, and it wasn't as if Mrs. Victoria was particularly pleasant.

“Kind of killed the party vibe. And besides…” I let the silence draw out, savoring her frustration. “It wasn’t a real wedding anyway. Business deal.” I slipped back into my chair, gripping the armrest until my knuckles went white. “Marriage of convenience. Nothing more. I needed it to secure the seat.” She blinked faster now, scrambling to catch up. “So you married some random girl for the title?” she snapped. “Exactly.” Her face twisted, something ugly and furious clawing at the surface, but she forced it back into a pretty, poisonous smile.

"The whole arrangement with Sarah was just a formal agreement between our families." I handed her the phone. She adjusted her glasses and scanned the screen. "It was about getting married and having a child. But since she’s not able to conceive, the agreement is void." I paused, hesitating, before admitting, "Still... I’ll marry her after the baby’s born." She looked up, and I caught the flicker in her eyes before she masked it. Disappointment. "So your marriage is... a transaction," she said quietly. "Well, marriages of convenience aren’t rare in our world. Especially when it involves business!" I grabbed the hangover soup and sipped it.