Romans & histoires What Is A Marriage Of Convenience

"What do you mean, if he ever had sex with you? You are married and it has been 5 years." I put a hand up to stop him before continuing with the answer, "This is a marriage of convenience. It was completely arranged and neither one of us ever wanted to touch each other. That's why he cheats on me all the time. I just didn't think he would make it so obvious."

she said trying to scan through the document. “It’s for both of us and I don’t have time to waste. You wanna do this the easy or hard way? “ I asked her and immediately I saw the hesitation on her face, I decided to blackmail her with her mother’s video. I knew she wasn’t going to give in unless I use her mother to trap her. In a few seconds, she signed the papers without thinking twice. I wonder how she didn’t see the marriage part “Okay, your copy will be sent to your mail. Starting tomorrow, you’ll move in with me. You are now my wife and yes, a sum of three hundred million dollars will be wired into your account shortly “ I said to her, arranging the papers.

A woman I can trust Eric reads through the list. He knew that some of the qualities he wanted seemed stubbornly optimistic, but if the cosmological theory worked, he could get everything he wanted. He needed a woman who would look at her venture as a business opportunity. Perhaps, someone yearns for a large sum of money. He intended to provide a decent benefit, but he wanted this marriage only in name. No sex and no jealousy. Not a woman is too emotional nor love. No mess is nothing but a perfect marriage.

The CEO didn’t know what had been happening to him these past few days. He was married to the girl, only on paper. He had no responsibility whatsoever towards her. Why then was he helping her? This had to be the first and the last time he’d render any form of assistance to her. That marriage was contractual—in a sense—and it was one of convenience. It wasn’t based on love. Although they were actually married in reality, as they both signed their marriage certificates, they were still strangers merely living together under the same roof. They weren’t even cohabiting.

"There has been no other man in my life except Jason. How can you think I might cheat in our marriage when you are the one who has had many women in your life." "Many women, none of whom I took seriously. But you, I know you love him, and he loves you. What chance do I have against him, Sarina?" "Isn't it enough for you to feel secure that we're married?" I asked. "Do you love me?" he asked too. I couldn't answer because I didn't know what to say. Do I love him? "We got married because of what you and I need. It was a marriage of convenience for both of us. Is that enough to ensure that no other man besides me will come into your life?"

After a pause, she repeated, “Only a marriage of convenience can solve our problems and save the stock market.” Mr. Green gaped, his expression unreadable. Previously, he had pushed for Avery to get married, hoping she would have a happy family to return to and be able to live the remainder of her life peacefully. However, she had rebutted him with her talk of dreams, purpose, and the future. Although it was surprising that she brought up a marriage of convenience on her own, that was not what Mr. Green wanted. He had never thought of exchanging his daughter’s happiness for his own gain.

I looked up into his eyes again. "yes, marriage contract, that's what happens when you get your nose into people's business" he said standing from his chair, I looked down to see his signature was already there, I looked to the name in the opposite of his name to find it was mine, the only difference is, there was no signature below it.

I scanned the papers again and my eyes caught the pro's and con’s of the marriage I was getting myself into. I would rather not get married to him! My freedom, I had to find my way of leaving this hell of a prison, and yet, I was getting myself into a marriage. A contract Marriage at that. “Will you just stare and not sign those darn papers? I gave you what you wanted, and you would give me mine.” His thunderous voice filled that silence that had come in between. I was getting married to a blind cold man. How was I supposed to cope? My eyes caught one out of the several lines that were listed for me.

Instead, Bridal Fix operated in a world of necessity, where marriage was a tool, a strategy, an answer to problems that money alone could not solve. Each marriage was a transaction, meticulously planned based on the needs of the client. Some men needed only a simple court registration—a signature, a ring, and a marriage certificate—to satisfy business or legal obligations. Others required the full spectacle of a wedding, dictated by cultural or family expectations. Traditional ceremonies, white weddings, elaborate receptions—every detail was determined by the demands of the client’s world.

"What the hell are you asking me?" "Look, you need to get your ex-fiancée and his family off your back and make sure you are protected and I need a wife to get my parents off my back. They want me married for business reasons. We can get married and keep doing what we're doing. You can stay here, and you won't have to look for an apartment. It's a win-win for both of us." "So, a marriage of convenience?" she asked and almost sounded hurt. "Just while I make you fall in love with me."