After Being Forced To Marry The Evil Star General Novels & Stories

My long damp haur clung ti my shoulders and my tears blended with the water sliding down my face. I glanced over to my wrist and saw the red marks from when Archer pinned me with his hands. I hated myself for not being able to finish what I started, and being caught by this monster. And the worst part is that he forced me to marry him, how could this happen? Am I now tied to this monster forever?

“Stop with this nonsense. You're the Luna of this pack. Act accordingly.” Though I desperately tried to control them, tears escaped my eyes. Gathering the remaining courage in me, I looked into his eyes and said, “This time, it’s real. I can’t take this torture anymore. Let’s free each other from the shackles of this forced union.” “Yeah, right,” he said. After buttoning his shirt, he looked at me with disgust. “This is what you get for manipulating my parents into marrying me. Deal with it!”

Both had been chosen to appear in the selection of concubines, following the tradition of many generations of their tribe. Ezra looked disinterestedly at the flowers of the immense garden with only one hope: not to be selected. If he became part of the king's imperial harem he would lose his freedom and all contact with his family. Some time later all the young women were ordered according to family rank and merit. Ezra watched as the girls with joy and pride occupied the front places, she with a hidden smile is among the last in line. His family was not very influential.

God, I hate this so much. I take a seat on the wingback chair right next to my couch and reflect back to last night. ``` “You must get married to the De Luca heir. Don’t even dare try object to this. I have made the arrangements, the deal is finalized and preparations are ongoing.” I just sit there like a statue. Unmoving. Numb. My heart broke into a million pieces, then the fear came, and a wave of nausea hit me. This feels like a movie. The biggest stunt my father has ever pulled on me. Who knows what else he’s capable of?

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.

He asked. “She was. But she's married now to Alpha King Diego.” I slyly added that part so he can know that she was already out of his reach. At the end, he should have no choice but to stick with me. “How?” He questioned further with narrowed eyes. “How did you make me believe that you're my mate? What trick could have made me see you as my mate?” “It's not my fault.” I cried. “I don't know how Father did everything. It was all his idea, and he forced me to play along.”

She laughs lightly, but her eyes are spitting venom of hate and anger, “Getting married to one, becoming best friends with another. You really amaze me, cadet” “You should know that I had no knowledge of them being concerned with the throne, your majesty. Bastain and I have been friends since we were kids and he never made mention of that to me. The general forced me into getting married to him. You were there when I asked the king for a divorce, I do not wish to stay married to him at all. “And you think I believe such a flimsy excuse?” “You have no choice but to believe, your majesty” “Are you ordering me?”

A few years later, on her twentieth birthday, he flew over to Spain unannounced, just before we could process the plan to help her escape him forever, and he forced her to marry him, with her father held at gunpoint. I could remember my father and Daniel holding me back as I fought against their reins, while I watched helplessly as she was tied to him in a marriage that would do her far more harm than good. His smile on that day infuriated me, her tear-stained cheeks as he placed the ring on her finger, her eyes on her father, who struggled to breathe as his sick eyes fought to remain open, as he watched helplessly.

Afgan asked, focusing on the song even as their steps continued to move in rhythm with the dance. [The forced marriage arranged by my parents turned out to bring me the best partner. A song I sing to express my feelings. A feeling that was created unintentionally. Indeed, fate won't go anywhere. However, the love that shines through your eyes is real. A forced marriage that ended happily.] Adelia smiled sweetly, and Afgan couldn't stop looking at his wife. “It's almost the same, dear,“ Adelia whispered. However, suddenly, Adam Offel stood very close to the couple.

When he mocked me openly, it became a trend in the class to pick on me. I heard that many of the girls had a crush on him, drawn to his looks and the fact that he was their idea of the perfect man. But to me, he was nothing but the demon who left me sleepless, night after night. And this person, seven years after graduation, suddenly said he wanted to marry me. … I still couldn’t shake the habit of trembling whenever I saw Ethan, even after sharing the same bed with him for three weeks. There was no one to help me. When my mother found out someone of Ethan’s status wanted to marry me, she couldn’t stop celebrating her “good fortune.”