Romance Por Conveniencia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She felt her breath catch, her heart thudding in her chest. “All right,” she said finally, her voice shaking but strong. “I’ll marry you.” His lips twitched, just the barest hint of triumph in his eyes. “Good,” he said, his voice low and rough. “We’ll do this properly. You’ll have my name, my protection… and my world at your feet.” She lifted her chin. “But this isn’t love,” she said. “This is convenience. Bitterness.” He nodded once, his eyes darkening. “Yes. Bitterness… but also opportunity.”

“You’re beautiful, but not the type to get clingy. Smart, but not a threat. Desperate enough to say yes. And, most importantly, you have no ties to my world.” “Wow,” she scoffed. “Romantic.” “This isn’t romance. This is damage control. My mother’s will states I must be married to claim full control of the company. Marriage is not something I believe in, but contracts, I do. You help me fulfil a condition, and I’ll help you hold your family together. We both win.” Zara leaned forward. “And what if I bridge the contract and fall in love with you?” A faint smile touched his lips, amusement flickering softly in his eyes like candlelight. “You won’t, he said quietly”

I couldn't tell such a nice man that his son had been a jerk to me half of the time I'd known him, more than three-quarters of the time, so I entirely edited the truth and only dished out compliments. "Alena, firstly, I'd like to apologize for this whole wedding. Every woman has the right to choose her life partner, but you were thrust into this marriage at very short notice," Benjamin apologized as he gently held my hand in his as I sat next to him on the couch. "I don't even know the right words to say to make you accept my sincere apology. For the sake of money, we sacrificed the life you had probably planned." "Please don't say that. It's totally okay. I understand."

“It was purely business. Our marriage would have merged her father’s and my business together and been beneficial to both parties.” “So no love?” “No. It was simply a marriage of convenient.” Dante shook his head and took off his suit jacket. “No emotions are required. All that mattered to me was that she was bearable to leave with, and the contract with her father was beneficial to me.” ‘Wow, that’s kind of sad.’ It felt weird to be hearing of marriage of convenience in real life; I thought it only happened in novels. And it usually ended with the guy and the girl falling in love and leaving happily ever after.

“I didn’t want Ashton and the shitty life I would have with him. I can put up with an awful mate in exchange for being queen and living in a castle.” “That’s very romantic of you,” she says wryly. I lower my voice to shoot back, “you of all people should understand what a marriage of convenience is.” “Yours isn’t a marriage of Convenience,” should understandably, barely moving her lips. “It’s a dick measuring contradict-measuring I say at normal volume, and Hannah barks a surprised laugh.

“Being married to you may not be so bad, you know? You felt quite good in my arms last night, and when I kissed you on Friday, I wouldn't say we disliked each other.” “What are you saying? You mean…” she paused for breath. “You mean you would expect… expect a normal marriage?” Declan gave a mocking smile. “You've been reading too many romance novels, darling. Marriages of convenience don't happen nowadays. Or if they do, they certainly have a physical side. I wouldn't marry any woman just to look at her,” he scorned. “But it would be very convenient for you, wouldn't it?” Gemma queried softly. Grey eyes narrowed to steely slits.

she looked at him turning his back to her she continued, “listen son, I can still stop this marriage, if you just say me once. I’ll call it off right away.” “I know it’s only for the deal but there is no feelings attached with this alliance.” “You don't need feelings to make a relationship, Grandma...” Adam argued. “Relationship without love is compromise; son & that girl at least not deserve that.” She tried to convince her grandson which she had not done before thinking about the girl. But today too she couldn’t stop worrying about both the children. The girl either wouldn’t be happy in this loveless marriage. She thought and today decided to confront him.

I could see streaks of silver on them and it looked so good, almost ethereal. I arranged his bushy dark brows with my fingers. I always found the slashes between them hot. How on earth was I expected to give up a man like this? To who? Isla? She didn't even do half of the things I did to get his attention before he finally decided to marry me and now, she was trying to ruin it? “Don't worry, Roman,” I said softly. “In a few weeks, I will be giving you some really good news.” I made sure to coax him into releasing inside me. When you're drugged, a condom doesn't really make sense to you.

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 gulped down the soda greedily, sighing in relief when I finally felt satiated. “We are happily married while we are inside of that bank. Do not flinch when I touch you. Do not signal that you are in any sort of trouble. We get in, sign the paperwork, and leave. Understood?” he was back to the cruel man I’d come to known over the last twelve hours. “Yes sir.” A low growl bubbles from his throat, but again, he says nothing. You can do this, Rosa. You spent years faking it in hopes of being happy one day. You can do that again.