The Convenient Marriage Novels & Stories

What a tricky part! “Two, the marriage will end a year and a half after you take your inheritance,” I voiced, and I looked at his reaction, expecting him to say something, but he stayed quiet, staring at his phone, inexpressive. “Three, I don’t stay much at the house and can stay where I want to stay.” He nods and critiques, “Two bargains reasonable for me.” “Okay, and the third, there’s no kissing or anything beyond that.” His eyes looked at me, smirking, and teased, “You don’t want to taste how good a kisser I am?”

I said, still gripping Nelly’s hand, “we’re getting married in church.” I felt her hand flinch. She pinched my palm slightly. She didn’t want this. Not like this. But I ignored it. My mom scoffed. “This marriage is a joke. She’s not our kind. She won’t fit in our world.” I didn’t even blink. I was done playing nice. “Wedding preparations will kick off immediately,” I said flatly. “And I don’t want any more interruptions.” I turned back to Diana, dead in the eyes. “I’m cutting all ties with the Arnolds.”

Caspian looked at her when he noticed the letter she was holding and turned to face her, saying, "I'm not going to spend my time with your crap. I must report to the barracks "He turned around without paying attention to her. She runs at him and clings to his arm, "can you listen to me first? I know you were shocked to marry me too. We are both placed in this situation where we can’t back out but... I prepared a plan so that we could both go back to our own lives," she tries to convince her.

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

Period. Haven had woken up early today since it was a very special day for her and her boyfriend, James Cross. It was their 3rd anniversary. Despite being the young generation, she was not the modern girl who would just move in and out of relationships and barely thought of commitments. She was in love with James and had a stable relationship for an appreciable amount of time. She always looked forward to their future as a young married couple, good parents, and growing old together with James.

I dropped my keys on the console. This penthouse was the only place in the city where the air didn't taste like gunpowder. But today, the silence felt heavy. I was married. Three hours ago, I’d signed my life away to a Cruz, and the world hadn't stopped spinning. It felt like everything had shifted, yet I was still the same man. Convenience. That’s what they called it. I knew Lanka’s file—the brawls, the drug rumors, the recklessness. He was a disaster waiting to happen.

As she moved up beside Alexander, she noticed he smelled of expensive cologne and some sort of man-against-man perfume she refused to identify as pleasant. "You look good, " he said grimly, the closest she'd hoped to hear of a compliment. "As do you," she returned, keeping her voice even. The ceremony was so short, and simple, that it was wonderful. They exchanged gold rings, sung the obligatory vows barefaced, and signed their marriage certificates with a group of people who looked disinterested in being there. There wasn't even a kiss to sign the contract-Alexander just nodded at her when the judge said they were husband and wife as though they had just completed an acceptable business mee

It would look better for the company if I wasn’t going on dates with young students every week. But then they set this thing up. Telling me it would be even better if I married Kennedy, because it would unite two of the strongest families. Kennedy is beautiful, and I fooled around with her back when we were younger, and I didn’t see the harm in marrying her. Wouldn’t it be better to marry someone who is accustomed to this lifestyle? Who knew what was to be expected of her? A marriage of convenience for the both of us. One where we’d probably sleep with each other once in a while, but we were free to sleep with other people too. As long as we did it discretely.

"So, does that mean you are getting married soon? Because I know they wouldn’t hand the company over to you if you didn’t have a spouse by your side." "Yes." Beatrice beamed. "But I don’t know who I am going to marry yet. Dad is still deciding on it. He wants to hook me up with someone whose union would benefit the company positively.” "Oh, I see." She nodded her head wonderingly. "Marriage of convenience." "Yes, it would be a marriage of convenience. And I don’t actually care about who I would marry. As far as I get the company." Beatrice said, her desperation seeping through her voice.

I am still speechless as I walk into my villa and head upstairs to turn in for the evening. Well, tonight did not turn out as I expected, that’s for sure. I don’t even remember showering, much less brushing my teeth, and the next thing I know, I am cuddled up in bed and staring at the envelope. This is preposterous. How can he expect a marriage of convenience to work? Yes, there are plenty of pros involved when it comes to this; my company will most definitely be back on top within a year and thriving. But… being married to Elijah?