Bearing Triplets After Forced Marriage Novels & Stories

Felicia’s face fell, and my eyes narrowed in curiosity. “The thing is, all three children have different fathers.” Felicia whispered softly, and I felt my eyes widened. “And two out of them is married, they both refused to come, they claimed they had nothing to do with her, even when we mentioned their children; the third man has no known identity yet.” I felt my teeth gritted, those scumbags… get a woman pregnant and refuse to take responsibility. Was it now that she was in trouble they remembered they were married? Fucking animals.

Everything was looking so crisp and clean, and I imagine how it would seem if I was truly getting married again to the real love of my life and not something that my parents pushed me into because I practically had no choice. 'did you have no choice?' my conscience spiked. I refuse to answer the obvious question because that was going to lead me down the memory lane which I would rather not indulge myself into. I wanted to be as objective as possible so that I didn't find myself resenting anyone. Since it had happened, I guess I had to live with the consequences. As long as it didn't warrant me to get pregnant for Jakob, I guess I was good with just living in as flatmates.

Love saved us from death. Now at the altar, in front of the pastor, we were renewing our marriage vows. A forced marriage that began with an illegal purchase was now becoming real. I wore a beautiful white dress while holding Gregory’s hand and promising to make him happy for the rest of our lives. “I love you, Emma Scott.” Those were the most beautiful words I could hear from Gregory’s lips. Because I loved him too and wanted to live by his side forever. We were married again, this time the right way, writing the right story so we could be truly happy. Every new beginning is good, and everyone deserves a second chance.

Cosette’s POV "Ma'am, do you have any additional requests for your wedding? We can still add if there's anything you'd like for the reception or the church designs," our wedding coordinator said to us. Yohan and I had already returned to Los Angeles and were immediately busy preparing for our wedding. But before we could start preparing for our grand wedding, we went for a checkup, and I found out that I'm actually carrying triplets. I couldn't believe it when I saw three on the monitor, realizing they were our babies. Yohan said it might be hereditary since his mom also had twins but unfortunately miscarried.

His eyes burned with rage. "You are not the only one involved in this. Remember, we are married." She flashed her finger in his eyes, showing him her wedding band. "And since you want to keep running away from deals, then it's my duty to keep the business running and stand in your place. Remember the contract that was signed between my family and yours."

"No! That's absolute bullshit. I never thought of you as—" "But that's exactly what happened! From the very start, I was just your damn pawn. You only married me to use me. You used our marriage as a convenient little cover-up to hide the fact that you're gay! This marriage was toxic from day one. You only ever touched me because you couldn't stand having your pride crushed by me, not because you actually loved me." Sierra turned her face away. After holding it in for so long, the tears finally broke free.

Draven looked directly into the camera lens, then at the board members. "Yes," he stated clearly. "These children are mine. Triplets. And they are the best thing that ever happened to me. As for why they were 'hidden'... they weren't hidden. They were protected. Their mother raised them with love, dignity, and strength when I wasn't there. It was my mistake not knowing sooner, not hers." He turned his head to look at Belle, his expression softening visibly. "This woman standing next to me," he said loudly, for everyone to hear. "Her name is Belle Aurelia. She is not a gold digger. She is not a mistake. She is the love of my life. And she is going to be my wife."

Aaron was very aware of it. "You said that this marriage is about you and me. But, now you're forbidding me to interfere in our marriage?" asked Aaron, quoting Helena's words the night before, which created the number three of their marriage contract. Helena was silent. Her mouth worked faster than her brain. She forgot that she wasn't single anymore. She had a family. Worse, she forgot her own words! Maybe, this was the tiring effect of the wedding that hadn't gone away until it made her mind and body not appropriately synchronized. Only a day passed. And on the second day, she planned to take a rest. Sleeping all day sounded enjoyable.

“If you don’t want to sock it to ‘em, and I understand you might not, given how you were raised, and if you don’t want to help the world be a better place and eliminate the bad aspects that we can—the drugs, the entrapment of young, desperate women, the enslavement of good people who’ve fallen on hard times, the rivers of blood, the schemes and the scams that force people to lose everything, and the stealing of wealth to feed the great greed of powerful men…Well, I’m not going to force you. You have to want to be involved in his life. It’s dangerous, and it comes with little thanks. We live in the shadows. Oh, not really in the shadows, but we do have to be careful. The world sees one face,

said edric furiously, And he forced Irene to fall into his arms. "Hm, Hahahaha!" Irene laughed heartily, She pushed Edric's body even though it was very difficult to do. "Stop laughing! You should know, I can marry you but not Lucy. And I will try to break up with her if you want," "Liar?!" "No," "Is that all you did just because of your mother or something else?" asked Irene, And Edric stretched his arms from her waist until she finally let go.