Romance Por Conveniencia Novels & Stories

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Bella: “You’re really supporting this? Annie, come on!” Annie: “Think about it—two attractive people with a not so good history, forced into a marriage, under the same roof, pretending to be in love. Forced kisses, shared bed, vulnerability… of course attraction’s gonna build. Either sweet, romantic attraction, or the ‘I hate you so much I wanna fuck you’ kind. Totally normal.” Bella: “We are not in a romance book Nessa ! Here’s the thing, you’ve just been single and celibate too long, that’s it! How long has it been again?”

He finished writing and slid the paper across the desk to me. “You present it like this,” he said. “A marriage contract. Terms. Conditions. Duration. A clear beginning and a clear end. You make it a deal. You make it about the company. You make it about winning. That’s the only language she’ll understand right now. That’s the only way she’ll ever agree.” I looked down at the paper. At the top he’d written: CONTRACT OF CONVENIENCE. My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise.

“I’m thinking of a contract marriage with your sister Lara” “You’re joking right?” He chuckles. I shake my head, “I’m not. This works best between us, I know she doesn’t like me so there will be no complicated feelings between us. I’ll give her what she wants, it’ll basically be a marriage of convenience” He shakes his head, “I’m not down with this idea. I think the two of you deserve to fall in love and get married to the person you’re in love with, not this marriage of convenience”

Too easy. And that’s what made me crack. I was getting to know him, and suddenly my mouth was running off thoughts and questions without consulting my brain. “Alright,” I said, stopping in my tracks and folding my arms. “I have to ask. Why are you so… pro-romance? You’re all about the cheesy shit.” Colton turned to look at me, his expression amused as he adjusted the hat on his head. “Pro-romance. Is that what we’re calling it now, huh?”

Jaden had approached her with a proposal that seemed too good to pa*s up—a marriage of convenience, solely for business purposes. Rita had hesitated initially, her heart longing for a love that would surpa*s any business arrangement. But the prospect of financial security and stability lured her into accepting the proposal. She convinced herself that true love would eventually blossom between them, even if it had started with a contract. Months had pa*sed since that fateful day, and Rita couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment every time she thought about her relationship with Jaden. They hadn't even had a proper wedding. Instead, they had chosen to prioritize their careers, rushing

There was no spark, no connection, no hint of the passion that should exist between two people about to commit their lives to one another. The lawyers stepped forward, presenting them with the contract, a thick document filled with legal jargon and complex clauses. The "Marriage of Convenience" contract. The terms were clear, concise, and utterly devoid of romance. It outlined the financial obligations, the social expectations, and the eventual dissolution of the marriage. It was a business arrangement, a transaction, a deal. Qing Lin scanned the document, her eyes moving quickly over the pages. She paused at one particular clause, her eyebrow arching slightly. She exchanged a brief glance w

“If that’s what you want, I understand.” “I…I’m glad that you understand.” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “What we are doing is very dangerous, especially given the circumstances. I just don’t want to make this marriage difficult in the future. You are a perfect woman, and you deserve someone who will love you and make you feel special, and I am not that guy. Our relationship is fake, the marriage is fake and won’t last. I can’t give you that. So… Thank you for understanding.”

I’m gripping Ken shoulders because too much pleasure . When we finished having sex immediately left Wence condo and start packing my back because I’m going to go out of country.

I could hear his controlled breathing and feel the weight of his stare pressing against me. "Listen, Nelly," he said, at last, his voice even but firm. "This marriage will be purely contractual. No strings attached. In public, we’ll pretend to be a loving couple. In private, we go our separate ways." His eyes burned into mine, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "Especially for my parents—we just need to convince them we’re in love so they’ll stop meddling." He exhaled slowly before continuing. "If you agree, I’ll take care of your grandmother’s medical bills. It’s just for a year, and then we both walk away. No complications, no expectations."