Books With Forced Marriage And Pregnancy Novels & Stories

Never try to force anyone into anything, and a forced marriage only brings unpleasant consequences. I was brainstorming a million things in case I had to go through with a forced marriage. For every action, there is a reaction, and I wouldn't be any different. I was already upset about losing Melissa and having to marry someone I don't love, someone I never loved. Actually, my ex-fiancée isn't a bad person, just a bit spoiled. She was raised like a little princess, with a lifestyle above the norm.

Kinsey muttered, trying to fight this injustice. Gordon had been her boyfriend for years, whom she promised to marry and keep her virginity for. But she had no idea how to face him after all that had happened last night. He might be able to understand it was an accident last night, but how would he forgive her for abandoning him to marry another? "Don't ever think about Gordon," Blair laughed mockingly and crouched to whisper in her ear. "He's already mine, and I'm carrying his baby. You're nothing to him."

Everyone Has A Story, What's Yours? Maryam's POV {Before Aayan comes in} Hayat has always been a nuisance in my life and my daughter's. I married her father to live a comfortable life without having to struggle to make ends meet. I have always had my eye on him but when he got married to Aliya (Hayat's late mother) I was devasted because I love him for his money. My parents then forced me to marry an old man who was on the verge of dying. The only thing that came out of that marriage was my beautiful daughter Jameela.

I open my laptop and start searching. Sandra Seaman. Los Angeles. Legal issues. Nothing comes up at first. Then I try: Sandra Seaman. Alessia Reed. Contract. A few old articles appear. Buried deep in search results. I click on one. It's from seven years ago. A small piece about a custody dispute. Nothing detailed. Just mentions of a contract. A surrogacy gone wrong. I keep digging. Find more pieces. More details. The baby. The leukemia. The forced agreement.

How fast time ran, She could feel the eyes of the congregation on her, the pack, they had gathered for her, to witness her get married to their alpha and she become their Luna, but she couldn't bring herself to look up. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. She knew this was wrong, that she should never have agreed to this marriage. But she had no choice, she was forced to get married to him, a devil. So she stood there, frozen, as the priest's voice droned on and on.

My eyes widened as he walked up to us with the pack’s holy book in his hands and a box of wedding rings. “Liam, please you can’t do this. This is wrong. I'm already married and I do not accept this marriage you are trying to force on me just let my kids go and I’ll forget this whole thing ever happened.” He gave me an unimpressed stare and gestured for the pack elder to come forward. “Liam please this is not you. You know as well as I do that this is not right! Please listen to me, let’s talk about this.” I pleaded desperately as the reality that I would be forcefully married dawned on me. I can’t allow this to happen.

“The previous ones may still be detained. They divorced and the father easily gave custody to the mother. Have I ever refused?” Dan did not take his eyes off Alsa's movement. When the woman took a deep breath, rubbed her nose, also leaned back without enthusiasm. "Moving house. Change schools. Move city. Move everything. Did I refuse?" Alsa chuckled, still in a dry voice that silenced Dan even more. “Then all of a sudden, I was told to be engaged to an unknown person. Every second haunted by forced marriage. Forced to accept foreigners to be husbands. Just once, don't I have the right to refuse?"

It was as if the truth had been locked inside her for so long that letting it out now felt like tearing herself open. When she finally spoke, her voice came out thin and strained, barely able to hold the story it was about to carry. “I became pregnant because your father forced himself on me.” The words did not just land. They struck, sharp and merciless, leaving no room for denial or escape. “I fought him,” she went on, her hands curling into fists at her sides as if she could still feel it happening. “I tried to fight back, but he had already decided for me. He paid my parents to keep quiet, to make sure I had nowhere to run. They handed me over like I didn’t have a say in my own life.” He

“I’m sorry. That’s a question I have to ask to someone who is as young as you are and single.” “I’m not young. Twenty-two is not being young. Five hundred years ago women got pregnant at thirteen.” “They were married by agreement between families at thirteen and got pregnant immediately to consummate their marriage and have an early progeny.” “Look. I only know about animals and books. Of history I don’t know,” she got up with the intention of leaving. “I’m not giving up my son, I’m not giving him away, I’m having him and I’m sick of people constantly asking me this, I’m an adult!”

I went to the living room, away from him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, following me. “I saw the consent form. At the hospital. It had your signature. You paid a doctor to force me to have an abortion.” “I…what?” His eyes opened wide in shock. “I didn’t do that. I wanted you to have an abortion, yes. Because I thought the child wasn’t mine. But good God, Elena. I would never…I would never force you to do something like that.”