Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Marriage Of Convenience

He looked her in the eyes, and suddenly the weight of their arrangement felt lighter, shifting into something more promising, something that could be. Bridgette couldn’t help but smile. The humor of their initial meetings swirled into a new unpredictability filled with potential. Maybe arranged marriages weren’t so traditional; they were simply the backdrop of a new adventure waiting to unfold. As they sat on that bench, two surprised lovers navigating unforeseen affection, Bridgette felt the rush of hope blossoming, uncertain, yet exhilarating.

He looked at them silently for a moment before saying anything. He shook his head and said, “I generally avoid reading tabloids.” “However, this morning, I decided to do something different.” Alexander gave a single nod, showing no sign of worry. “We saw the article.” “It presents a most interesting image,” Harold told them. “One of a rushed marriage. A sudden romance. A young lady struggling to make ends meet, and a billionaire who needs to keep up his reputation.” He turned to Aria. “Tell me something, Mrs. Blackwood. Do you feel that you are in love with your husband?”

"I am not yours, Alexander. This marriage is a bargain, not a vow." He leaned in, his mouth against her ear, sending shivers she disliked herself for. "Then seal the bargain appropriately." Before she could object, his lips were on hers. It wasn’t tender. It wasn’t gentle. It was a command, a warning, and something darker a kiss that blurred the thin line between hate and desire. When he pulled away, her pulse was racing, her knees weak. His eyes gleamed with quiet triumph. “This marriage may have started as revenge,” he murmured, “but don’t forget, Isabella… every war has casualties.”

he counters, as if that justifies it all. I nod, finally, the motion feeling like the shattering of my own fantasy. My sister is right. My mother is right. In their eyes, and maybe in reality, we did just get married for the sex. To legitimize a desire that felt too big and too wrong to contain. But this—the manipulation, the secret war he was waging on my phone, the catastrophic timing—this isn’t how marriage is meant to be. This is a horrible, twisted version of it. I wrap my arms around myself, feeling very small and very, very young. "You should go, Paul. I’ll send my attorney to deliver the divorce papers. It’s best if we sign them now, while we’re still in Vegas."

She ended the call, and I shoved my phone into my purse, my lips tilting into a grin. I’d met Dom five years ago at a tech convention. My company was meant to display our latest inventions that day, but my car had broken down on the way. He saw me struggling and helped me. From then on, we kept in close touch. Soon we were dating, and not long after, we were married. It had been three years already, yet the memory still made my heart race. Shoving my excitement down, I walked to the gates and pressed the doorbell. Once. Twice. Four times—before a guard finally walked out, a frown etched into his face. He didn’t seem familiar. Had Dom changed the guards or something?

"Unless you'd rather explain to your mom why your fake fiancé vanished before the wedding invitations went out." I groaned, pressing my hands to my face. "I hate that you're making sense." He didn't answer right away. I could practically feel his satisfaction filling the car. "Is that a yes?" "It's a maybe." He grinned, slow and victorious. "I can work with maybe." The rest of the drive was quiet, but my mind wasn't. I watched the passing scenery without really seeing it, my thoughts spinning faster than the tires on the road. A fake engagement had been one thing. That had rules, distance, an easy exit. Marriage felt different heavier somehow, like stepping onto a bridge that might not lead

News of Luisa's imprisonment by the Moretti family reached Enrico. On top of that, he learned I had not miscarried at all and was about to enter a marriage alliance with Matteo. He had always believed I had only left in a fit of anger, and that as long as he found me and apologized sincerely, he could win me back. But now, I was going to marry someone else. This was a reality he absolutely could not accept.

We had gone through so much in our contract marriage, from dealing with the threat of the organization to rebuilding our home after it was destroyed in a fire. But even before that, our relationship had been unconventional. We had gotten married not for love, but for a business arrangement. And yet, as we got to know each other better, we found that there was more to our relationship than just a contract. I thought back to the early days of our marriage, when we were still figuring out how to live together. We had come from such different worlds, with Alex's wealth and status in stark contrast to my modest upbringing. It had taken time to adjust to our new life together, but we had learned t

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