Forced Marriage Novels & Stories

I had seen the hurt in her eyes, but I had ignored it anyway. The call with my grandfather that night had shifted something inside me. His voice still rang in my head as I thrusted myself deep inside her. His repeated warnings on how I wasn’t allowed to love her. Not allowed to love my wife! It's insane that this whole contract and marriage thing was his idea and now, I wasn't allowed to love her. She did not deserve any of this. The moment she signed that contract and agreed to that marriage, she stepped into a dangerous world that followed me everywhere. Now her brother had paid the price for it.

And no one missed where he stood—angled toward her, not the dais. “Condition two,” she went on before anyone could derail. “Criminalization of forced bonds and certain marriage contracts.” The Elders shifted in their seats. A junior gamma in the audience went very still, hand unconsciously touching the scarf at her throat. “Define ‘forced,’” Tan said carefully.

I press, the urgency in my tone unmistakable. She hesitates, glancing at the others. “I feel sorry for the poor girl.” “Why sorry?” I try to hold my own emotions back, I need to know as much as possible. “Well first she was taken as a babe, and who knows what she has gone through in the years that has passed,” the woman says. “And they say it’s not just a wedding. It’s a forced bonding. There are… traditions that involve the bride being stripped and presented to the guests. It’s a celebration of power, not love.”

I hated the idea but it was all for good. Now I have finally married him. Married to the man that made me cry all night. The man that manipulated me into killing my uncle, yet he did not set me free. "Miss Giordano, Come dance with your husband," Lucian whispered to my ear. I glared hard at him. "I'm not your wife, you forced me!" I yelled but he just smiled. Gosh, that smile doesn't know when one is serious. "Which means you are technically my wife. The priest just said it now" he smirked.

It was Adrian. “So,” he said, laughing, “how’s the honeymoon going? Did the ice melt yet?” “Shut the hell up,” I muttered. “You know why I’m here. It’s torture.” Adrian laughed again. “I don’t blame you. She did force you into it. I still can’t believe you went through with the wedding.” Of course I did. She was a cunning woman, her trap was well laid, and I fell in. "At least you learnt a valuable lesson about dipping your dick into anything." Adrain thought what he said was funny because he followed it with a loud laugh.

"You've got no choice here. You're mine." "You're sick! You don't own me and I'm never going to be with you." "I'm getting married to Frank!" "No, you won't." He challenged almost immediately. "You had no idea I was engaged before you drugged and raped me?" "There was no fucking engagement, there was no ring on you." "The ring didn't matter. I'm getting married soon to him so you need to let me go!" "No! You're stuck with me." "It's crazy how you think that you can intimidate me with your words!"

Neha replied. "What are you saying?" Zara asked. "Yesterday, I was kidnapped by a man named Azfar Raheem. He took me to his friend's house to marry me. First, I was very scared of him. But he is so nice and cute and I really can't believe my God has gifted me someone who is ready to give me everything I want, not a jerk like Arman." Neha replied. "What about his parents?" Zara asked. "They accepted me with open arms. Though, I can't tell them that he married me forcefully. I mean yes, he took me there forcefully. But Qazi asked me whether I want to marry him or not. And I accepted him." Neha replied.

he continued, “older than most of the packs standing today. Mate bonds were never meant to be secondary. Marriage contracts came later, built for alliances and stability—not truth.” “So the bond supersedes the marriage,” I said. “Sometimes,” Matthias corrected. “Especially when the marriage was never legitimate to begin with.” I leaned forward. “Define legitimate.” He folded his hands. “Consent. Freedom of choice. Absence of coercion. If Mira was forced, threatened, or deceived into the bond with Finn, then the law recognized it as invalid—provided you could prove it.” Proof. The word felt heavier than it should. “What kind of proof?” I asked.

His entire family sickened Kendall, his mother was a whore, his father a thug and he seemed to take after the both of them. Once seated the festivities began, dancing, drinking, eating. Nobody cared that this was a forced marriage. She watched her husband as he nursed a scotch. To her horror the emcee announced the bride and groom dance, great that's all she wanted. Blake stood up and playing the gentleman escorted her to the dance floor. The lights dimmed and they started their dance. Kendall kept her distance in the dance. Blake cursed under his breath before he pulled her in so their bodies touched. "Smile it's your wedding day." Kendall kept her back strai

"Three months ago, your father went on a business trip. And on that trip, he made a terrible mistake. His company was in deep trouble, losing money left and right. The only way to save their company was to sign an agreement with another firm. The chairman of that firm suggested their children marry, as a guarantee of loyalty. Your father had no choice but to sign the godforsaken agreement." Amelia's jaw dropped, her mind struggling to process the bombshell her mother had just dropped. Emotions churned inside her, threatening to consume her whole. It felt like karma had dropped a bomb on her life, intent on ripping apart her dreams. "So, you're telling me I'm being married off to a complete s