Romance Marriage Of Convenience Novels & Stories

I lean into Dante and whisper, “Why do they both look like they don’t want to do this?” “That’s because they don’t.” It’s not Dante who answers, but Nico. “Why?” “Marriage of convenience. They have to. We need allies.” My eyes widen and look back at the couple. A lot of things start to make sense. The abruptness of the wedding. The lack of bridesmaids, the low number of people in attendance, and the general mood, which was far from happy. It isn’t somber; it isn’t jovial either. There’s a tension in the air that I can’t explain, but it’s present.

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

However, what seemed impossible before, was within her reach now. A proper and rightful marriage, a respectable life. And he was young and handsome indeed, much to her liking. It would be perfect if he was mature and sensible as well. But nobody's perfect. If he were to choose, he would also prefer a noble beauty than a scandalous chit like her. He had accepted her flaws. Likewise, she should accept his. It was a mutual solution for their situation. Now, all she could do was pray the marriage of convenience would turn to a long lasting love. Her mild distate for her betrothed vanished with each passing day. He had been gentle and caring, he made her blushed and laughed. He told her the most

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

At club we mostly have some drinks and chat no dance or anything exotic. Girls throw their selves at us but we are not like that. They both are married and I believe in arrange marriage so I don't want this flings. In my family everyone had arrange marriage and all are happy so I can be happy as well. At start i wasn't ready to settle down and all so my family respected that and then there was some problem in my horoscope so they didn't wanted me to get married. As I reached I saw my home. Big mansion. Everyone has kind of big room which consist bedroom study and living room in the suite. We don't allow visitors or guests to those floors.

“I had only known him a short period of time before we were married. One day he walked into the bar, then another he was telling me he would help me if I married him. He told me he would perform my brother’s surgery and help me financially as well as take care of things. At the time I agreed because I was told my brother didn’t have much time to live.” “So is your marriage a fake marriage?” She genuinely seemed confused. “We are really married, but it wasn’t like we fell in love beforehand. It is more of a marriage of convenience, although we have agreed to try to make the marriage work like a real couple. We live together, spend time together as a couple, and so on.” “It isn’t completely un

I feel like I wanted to go to the sea, forgetting about the wedding that hurled itself into my life. My plan does not go as well, and my last bargain will not happen. The reaction of Grace scared me once she knew I was getting married to Zach. The person she was hopelessly in love with. Was it love? Or deeper feelings then. "I know you are shocked at how soon the wedding is coming, Miss Verdan. If it's my decision, then it will be next week as soon as possible, but Elise talked about why not a month, and I decided to do two months," he began, and he sipped the wine starting from a distance. The cane was supporting him in his stand. I wonder if his limping was caused by his old age.

“What does Megan’s return have to do with anything, especially my position and all I worked for?” My father leaned back in his chair, a smug expression on his tired face. “Your marriage to Megan was no coincidence. I wanted that union to stand. I did everything within my powers to ensure that both of you end up together, but your attitude and reckless lifestyle pushed her away. Now, you either find her or…” I scoffed. “Or what, Dad?” I was already tired of my father using the same card on me over and over again. “You are willing to jeopardize everything I worked for over a marriage of convenience?”

The priest announced, “You will now be tied to each other forever. You may kiss the bride now.” Georgina so naturally held his hand which he tried to takeout but she was firmed in her hold. She gave him confused looks; he just grabbed her hand seeing the people around. She smiled happily thinking, it must be miff of her imagination. Everything is just fine with Prince Adam. He moved forward and just peck her lips, making her smile in delight...she shuddered with his touch but he was numb with hatred and anger burning in his veins. Priest declares their marriage is complete and both are husband-wife now.

I dropped my keys on the console. This penthouse was the only place in the city where the air didn't taste like gunpowder. But today, the silence felt heavy. I was married. Three hours ago, I’d signed my life away to a Cruz, and the world hadn't stopped spinning. It felt like everything had shifted, yet I was still the same man. Convenience. That’s what they called it. I knew Lanka’s file—the brawls, the drug rumors, the recklessness. He was a disaster waiting to happen.