Romance Por Conveniencia Novels & Stories

Do I look that *'I-have-no-man'? I mean I am, but it's kind of rude he just assumed it. I fiddled with my sleeves, brain blank, mouth dry. No clue how to respond. But he wasn't done. Of course he wasn't. *"We've traveled together. Shared rooms a hundred times. Worked insane hours. You're efficient. I'm stable. Neither of us has time for romantic circus nonsense."* He paused, locking eyes with me. *"So yes — you're the most convenient option for me. And realistically, I'm the most secure option for you."*

I bit the inside of my cheek, "Then why are you marrying her?" "A marriage of convenience" he simply said. "It's common in our world." I tilted my head to the side. "What's a marriage of convenience?" "It's a contract marriage for political links and power and to ally with the British crime firm." I furrowed my eyebrows. I have never heard anything like that before. This man already had so much power. How much power can a person possibly crave? "My parent's marriage was also a marriage of convenience. My father married the princess of the Bratva to form an alliance with the Russians. My mother was an effortlessly lovable woman, he fell in love with her even before they got married..."

"Cath, you have completely transformed my life. You've given me hope for things I previously believed were unattainable, like happiness, family, and love. I've become a better man because of you, and I can't see my future without you. She lowered her hand, lips quivering, eyes glistening with unshed tears. I tightened my hold on the box and said, "I know we didn't start this journey in the most conventional way." However, I'm not interested in a convenience marriage. I desire a marriage based on love, cooperation, and eternity. It's you and me versus the world. Like her, the ring was basic yet gorgeous when I opened the package. Will you wed me, Cath Moreau? As I waited for her response, it

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

she yelled again, sounding like a nagging mother from a movie. I did what any normal person would do in that situation—I pretended the signal was bad and hung up. She sent me over ten messages on iMessage. “This is just as I expected when she knew what happened,” I said, gazing at the stunning night view of the castle from the balcony. The castle was bathed in soft moonlight, the landscape dotted with distant lights that twinkled like stars. “This is why ladies like you don’t get invited to a ball dance. It’s ‘ball dance,’ not ‘balcony dance,’” Leo’s words made me turn toward him.

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

Jaye followed moments later, her own climax crashing over her in a wave of silent, convulsing pleasure. That night, Tony casually put on a movie and the family gathered to watch. To give a movie theater feeling, they turned off all the lights, leaving only the dim light of the TV screen. It was one of those cheesy romance movies that you wouldn't watch on purpose, but they were fun anyway. Jaye was interested at first, but her attention soon waned. She could guess how the movie would end already. "So cliche," she chuckled and leaned back.

“No matter how handsome a man is, he will grow old eventually. As for money, no matter how rich a man is, if he has no feelings for you, he can always find an excuse to leave you with nothing at all.” Christina smiled faintly. “That’s why, no matter how good the man is, it’s better to find a man who is loyal to his feelings and can live with you for the rest of his life.” “Good point.” The host agreed and then asked, “Then, why don’t you want to live with your mother-in-law? Harmony between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is a traditional virtue. Why would you put forward such strange conditions? Aren’t you afraid of being misunderstood?”

Mark. He grinned as he made himself comfortable next to me, his hand casually placed on my shoulder. "I could have never guess you write forbidden romance," he admitted hoarsely. "Let alone forbidden...erotica." "Why? You think love alone completes a romance story?" I folded my arms over my chest. He shrugged. "Isn't the essence of romance all about love?" I shook my head. "Love makes people dumb. I think I'II just stick to sex over love in romance, it's less complicated."

"And if I were to get marry, why in fuck's name would it be Gloriana Conti?" “Because, this is not Romance. It is alliance," he replied. Alliance. Of course.. of course, that's what this is. Marriage as a contract. Love as leverage. A woman as a strategy. “Conti capital. Conti government ties. Conti international holdings. This is immunity," he said. “We already dominate immunity," I said. Silence stretched, thickening between us and he leaned back in his chair, " You will attend that dinner. You will behave appropriately and you will not mess this up.”