Romance Por Conveniencia Novels & Stories

"I've already convinced Lincoln to come back, but he'll definitely be on guard for a while. You and Anna just need to wait a bit longer. A month at most. Once I find the right opportunity, I'll humiliate him. "But I know you're anxious, so I can—" From two days to one month. At the end of the day, she just could not let him go. Why bother making up excuses to deceive me? "No need." I cut her off, slurped up the last of my noodles, and wiped my mouth with a napkin. "Let's break up." The moment those words left my mouth, I felt relieved. Gina's hand, which had been massaging my shoulders, froze.

I want to believe that it's the same. "Fuck, Lizzie." He groaned as he swiftly pushed inside me, and I moaned in exquisite pleasure. There is no more contraceptive between us anymore. Not even a condom. Elizalde wants this, and I am more than okay with this. I don't want to think of what will happen next if I ever get pregnant. That's the least of the worries I have on my list. ... "It seems good to be a Mrs El Del Real, right?" I smirked at Snow's inappropriate gesture. As she said, it was like I was enjoying toying with Elizalde around, playing his money and getting my name famous by using this marriage of convenience.

“I don’t. But I will give it to you straight. This isn’t what I wanted. But it doesn’t matter now. I deal in reality, not in fantasy or fairytales. We slept together. You became pregnant. I accepted my responsibility.” How could he be so cold when her heart felt as though it were on fire? “How kind of you,” she murmured. “How very mature.” Damiano shrugged. “I just did the right thing in order to see our son grow up. This is a marriage of convenience, Thea. There’s no love, just a mutual interest. We will focus on our son. We’ll sleep together on occasion. Have sex if we both want it. Put on a good face in front of my family. But that’s it. Understand? That’s all you’ll get from me, and that

Not like this. I should probably tell him the truth about Jaydon. Last night, I lied and said Jaydon was just a friend checking in on me. I regret not calling him my brother instead. Maybe if I had, Romeo would not have been so surprised or asked why my “friend” was calling so late. But the truth is, I do not know how to explain Jaydon to Romeo. How do you explain a marriage that feels more like a business arrangement than a relationship? How do you explain the man who is technically your husband but feels more like a stranger?

“Mr. King, Mrs. King—how did you two meet?” “What’s married life like so far?” “Some say this is a marriage of convenience. What do you have to say to those rumors?” Roman tightened his grip on my waist, drawing me to his chest like we were carved from the same stone. His smile was smooth, practiced. “We met the way most couples do—by chance. And we chose each other.” My lips curved in something that resembled a smile. Lies. He looked down at me, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, before facing the cameras again. “And as for the rumors, my wife is not a convenience. She’s my choice. My only choice.”

Randy said and rolled his eyes. "You stupid...." "Just save yourself from all this stress and let us get married " Randy interrupted her. "I don't want to get married to a man I don't love, I...." "It is just a marriage of convenience, we will stay together for a while then get divorce after a while " "A contract marriage are you saying we deceive our moms?" "It's not deceiving we are getting married and respecting their decisions while chasing our own happiness " Randy said with tug. DAMON’S MANSION ~ THAT SAME AFTERNOON ~ DINING ROOM

She said, and cast her eyes down, shaking her head. I could see her mood swing from one of hope to one that was reflective. She thought deeply. She remained silent for close to a minute before she spoke again. “Grandson,” she bounced back much spiritedly, with warmth in her voice, “romance is like a dice; it always takes two sides to win a fortune but often, it is only one side that gets the attention. The one you love may not love you back. And it is highly unlikely that two people would love each other equally. Like the downside of a dice, a true lover isn’t one that comes with glory to seek your praise. There would be no top side of a dice if the down side decides not to rest.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

I shoved him against the sink, barely cleared the silk and lace, and took him until my vision blurred. Lanka clawed at my shoulders, his desperation matching mine. It was raw. When I finally finished, I felt something shift. I hadn't used a condom. In twenty years of this life, I’d never been that reckless. Not once. But with him, I wanted to feel everything. I wanted to bridge the gap between us. I needed to regain my footing. "Consider us even." Lanka slid off the marble. He smoothed his jumpsuit, a sharp, knowing grin on his lips. He’d baited the trap. He’d wanted me to come for him. I couldn't even be angry.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”