Romance Novels With Marriage Of Convenience Novels & Stories

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’m sick of being his secret, someone he gets to have in the shadows while I’m still betrothed to someone else in the light. We started sneaking around a month after he moved in. We developed a friendship over our shared love for literature, and then we started seeing each other on my nineteenth birthday. I was completely unraveled by the prospect of being his permanently, so I pushed for the marriage. Now, all I feel is regret. A firm knock alerts me, and I shudder as he walks in, closing and locking the door behind him without a word. "Penelope, are you alright?" he asks, his sickening British accent hitting me hard, sparking rage at how enthralling he still sounds.

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

“You don't have to love me.” Sophia's eyes flashed. “That's convenient.” “You don't have to sleep with me.” She looked at him sharply. “You don't have to pretend we're a real couple when we're alone.” Sophia remained silent. “And when the contract ends, you walk away with enough money to start your own life.” She looked down at the document. “How long?” “One year.” “One year?” “Yes.” “And after that?” “The marriage ends.” Sophia slowly reached for the contract. She read the first page and then the second.

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,

Trina said with a smile on her face. "Come with me. I will introduce you to Alexander Romano." She grabbed Charlotte's hand as we trailedas we trailed behind them. "Alexander, these are my friends. We've all been dying to meet you," Kayla said, beaming. He turned fully facing us. Oh no, this is the man I got married to. Wait, I got married to Alexander Romano? Could this get any worse? While Kayla introduced us, his eyes landed on me with no emotion. I don't think he remembers me. I sighed in relief.