Romance Marriage Of Convenience Novels & Stories

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.

“I won’t marry anyone. Salvatore will.” Lifting my eyebrows at him, I asked, “Will I?” Simone sank down onto the sofa, grimacing. “No offense, but Salvatore isn’t really the right person to play husband either.” I tilted my head. I’d never considered marriage. It seemed unnecessary. “If you’re referring to my lack of emotions, I can assure you that I can fake them if required.” Cosimo shrugged. “It’s not like it’s a marriage for love. Salvatore doesn’t have to feel anything to

However, she had come to a decision - she had to marry him. As Elena packed her things, her best friend Lucia was helping her out. She was moving into the Romano Mansion, which was part of a crazy arrangement by Luca. Although Elena didn't agree with it, Luca had insisted that they needed to fool his father into thinking that they were madly in love and couldn't do without each other. The sound of the doorbell broke Elena's thoughts. Lucia went to answer it and soon returned to tell Elena that the driver Luca had sent was there to get her. Lucia couldn't believe that her best friend was marrying Luca, the country's most eligible bachelor.

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..."

I laugh at my rubbish daydream while checking my appearance on the vanity. With the red dress, nude lips, diamond on-ears, and hand, I am ready to make my way towards the prince of mine who waiting patiently downstairs. I laugh once again at my hopeless romantic nature; I know what I am getting from this marriage. A marriage of convenience is nothing but a business deal, the worst of all deals as it destroys two human beings in process, however, I disagree to be miserable. I vowed to myself to take care of my happiness. I will make this marriage, my husband will love me, I will have the perfect marriage that our society is ignorant of.

"Cath, you have completely transformed my life. You've given me hope for things I previously believed were unattainable, like happiness, family, and love. I've become a better man because of you, and I can't see my future without you. She lowered her hand, lips quivering, eyes glistening with unshed tears. I tightened my hold on the box and said, "I know we didn't start this journey in the most conventional way." However, I'm not interested in a convenience marriage. I desire a marriage based on love, cooperation, and eternity. It's you and me versus the world. Like her, the ring was basic yet gorgeous when I opened the package. Will you wed me, Cath Moreau? As I waited for her response, it

' "I can read clearly and that's the more reason why I'm not going to sign this crap. Why would I want to get married to you" I said as I flung the documents on the table. "You were already informed before time, sign the papers and stop wasting both our time. 'Waaa I'm so tempted to hit this crazy guy right on the nose. He is the worst when it comes to words'. "I didn't know I was coming to get married, I thought my job was to babysit". Unable to stand the conversation, he stood up, took his phone, and left the study. Soon after he came back with another good-looking man.

I said to them as I stormed out, still bitterly annoyed by their sudden attitude. And who said marriage has anything to do with managing a company? All my cousins who are married, I can see how well they've been doing in handling their businesses- by causing trouble from one end to the other, sometimes Grandma will talk to me to help them sort their messes, and if marriage is supposed to determine how good someone can handle a company, why am I then doing better than them?

The fact that Gemma considered every act of affection he had shown her as acting hurt him so badly. “Marriage of convenience?” He scoffed. Marriages of convenience are often between people who have something to gain from each other. Even without love people can be married. But that wasn't the case for him. He wasn't gaining any materialistic thing from Gemma, rather he was letting her use him to her advantage, hoping she'd feel his sincerity and affection for her. But no, she thinks he is acting. “If your jaw is clenched because of what your wife just said, then you should probably unclench it,” Logan, who was standing right next to the door, said.

I felt tired; my temples began to throb again. "I slept with Howard." The wine glass in his hand shattered on the floor. His eyes turned crimson, disbelief etched across his face. "Teagan! How could you…" I calmly closed my laptop and smiled at him. "What? Are you upset?" I genuinely hoped we could just have a marriage of convenience, where we could both enjoy the benefits this arrangement brought. He could sleep with a different woman every night, and I wouldn't care. Meanwhile, I would leverage the Brookes' connections to gain more resources for myself.