Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Marriage Of Convenience

"Mother, we are already married." "On paper!" Catherine waved her hand dismissively. "That doesn't count. I need a real ceremony. I want to invite all my friends and the board members. I want to boast to everyone that my son is finally married to such a beautiful and brave woman. I want them to see the Azure Star on her neck." "The timing isn't great," Lucas argued. "We are still dealing with Simon and Vanguard." "Nonsense," Catherine insisted. "A wedding is the best way to show the world we are united. It will shut the gossips up for good. Ariana, wouldn't you like a proper wedding?"

"I love you too. Through everything." They kissed, and it felt like a beginning instead of an ending. Like everything they'd survived had been leading to this moment—choosing each other fully, understanding what that choice meant. The contract marriage that had started with lies and convenience had become real through proximity and pressure and choosing to stay when leaving would have been easier. It wasn't the fairy tale romance Mira had once imagined for herself. It was messy and complicated and required constant effort. But it was theirs. Built through crisis, forged through challenge, made strong through survival.

The scent of lemon and mint filled her, possibly from his cologne. Her thoughts raced wildly. She barely had nine months to live and this man was asking her for an entire year. She almost laughed again but stopped herself this time. Marriage. That hadn't been on the list of things she'd written out as a death wish but wouldn't it be nice to experience, especially since it'll be with the man who she'd had her first night with. At least before her time of death would come. She smiled at the thought. Noticing her smile, Vince seemed pleased. He mistook it for greed cause from the kind of world he was from, money always had a way to bend the will of any soul.

Even so, the whole process feels like a battle, and I am already exhausted by the time I have the books in my hands. I still read romantic novels. There is something comforting about them, even if some of the stories hit a little too close to home. Some of the plots are eerily similar to my own life, while others are pure escapism—beautiful, heartwarming tales from start to finish. Sure, the characters face hardships and tribulations, but what always stands out to me is the love and trust between the couples. It is the kind of love that feels unshakable, the kind I used to dream about. Now, I am not so sure if that kind of love exists for me anymore.

I commented, and the Alpha nodded. "And what do you think of that?" "I think it's cute, but it's neither common nor simple. Werewolves aren't usually that elaborate. The mate’s connection pretty much does it all, and when there are marriages without the bond, people go by the book. That's such an alien thing that they don't take it as romance; they take it as something simple. Just like now when the table is this nice, but they don't have any meaning like a date," I said simply.

"It left marks on me, not physical but mental, and I'm afraid to cost me again with a man. If you can accept that, then we can get married." "Let's do it." She replies without thinking. "But, Esat..." "Melek, this is a marriage of convenience, I know it won't be easy, I know we'll have problems along the way, but I also know that I love you. And I'm going to wait and give you all the space you need until you learn to reciprocate my love." "Okay. I promise to be the best wife I can be, as long as you respect my boundaries."

Sincerely, I was tempted to dress similar to her now that it seems like my husband prefers that sort of dressing but the reminder that ours was a marriage of convenience screamed through my mind. I had questions now for myself and for Xander which I knew I would never ask a soul. I needed to know if there was any possibility that we could readjust our agreement to become more favorable. I had no idea why I was beginning to think this way but I was certain of one thing which was that a marriage of convenience was slowly beginning to eat me up. I mean, for how long was I going to have to pretend to be okay with no form of intimacy. I might be an Omega but I sure as hell have my family's name t

Five years after my dad's death it was like I totally shut out all the thoughts of dating and finding myself a guy to even hook up with. My mind was too preoccupied with all my problems and I turned down every guy who wanted to take me out or any parties I got invited to in university. My marriage happened way too fast and I didn't even get a chance to do the dating stuff and choose a guy I wanted to settle down with. When I saw who my husband would be, I had many dreams and fantasies. It was like all the hormones that I had been suppressing resurfaced and I started feeling things. All the stuff I read in romantic novels throughout my life suddenly popped up and I wanted him to do all that s

Daisy uttered. “Okay, thank you,” I said to Daisy whilst taking the envelope from her. I was seated on the couch and opened the envelope in which the letter was there. And paid heed to the envelope that Mr. Billionaire, my dear spouse had sent for me that stated: Do not forget that this is a ‘Marriage of Convenience.’ These are the conditions on which our marriage is fixed. This clause specifies that each spouse who has entered into the fixed marriage is fair and entered not by force or brunt.

‘Onyx, I really fucking wish you were here right now to tell me what is going on,’ I groaned in my head to my wolf, who probably couldn’t even hear me. I remember the day Rosalind and I had gotten married. It was selfish of me to agree, but I needed the company and the money for my future plans. I saw the way Rosa took care of me, and then the way she took care of Marina. Her dedication to our care went above and beyond, though I could always tell she was interested in me. The thought disgusted me at first. I’d wanted nothing to do with any other woman. It was a sin to even consider it.