Female Dominated Marriage Novels & Stories

I didn't have a say in anything and I don't think that I was that kind of marriage. I am a twenty first century modern woman and I have dreams and goals of my own, I have things that I also want in a marriage, things like having a voice which is something that Alexander will never be able to do. His nature won't let him. He is dominant, he demands control and he likes to be in charge. I feel like my marriage kept me in a shell, that I couldn't be the person I wanted to be. He made all the decisions in our marriage, where we went for our honeymoon, the things I should do, the house we live in, the furniture we use even the clothes I wear.

Queen Alina hope her daughter doesn’t face the same sorrow and heartbreaks she had experienced so when Princess Mitchel clocked sixteen years, she find her a match and had them engaged almost immediately. Of all four kingdoms, Oceania is the luckiest place for woman to be married into, unlike other three Kingdoms, women are given rights and are not seen as inferior and there can only be one wife not wives, the rest are concubines who are under the authority of the wife. ~

It all started with a contract faked by the antagonist and used it to deceive both protagonists. The female protagonist accepted due to the respect she had for her dad and the antagonist who was her godfather, while the male protagonist accepted out of duress. He was constrained by threats. At a time the male protagonist did as he was told that almost cost the female protagonist her life, but then, thanks to conscience he couldn't pull through with it. And also, more importantly, thanks to the fact that she got pregnant. He decided to make their marriage work while trying his best to render the plans of the antagonist, his father null, and void.

A wife whom he can use whenever and however he wants. She doesn't want this, she wants someone who will love her, who respects her, with whom she can feel comfortable, she will sleep in that person's embrace and will forget the whole world. She doesn't think Dominick can be that person. These thoughts made her go crazy. Marriage means lifetime commitment. He is not a Normal man whom she can divorce, it will be his choice. She will be stuck with him and she has already saw the glimpse of future in these last four months.

“I didn’t know that she was his prisoner until he announced their marriage plans. He told me that she’d escaped right after we reached the village. Since she possesses such spunk and impressive survival skills, I saw no reason not to believe him.” “He held her captive for months. You know nothing, then?” he asked with a hint of desperation. “Nothing that would be of much use. I watched her after she married him. It was obvious that she was miserable,” she sighed. “We don’t force marriage upon people. With the procreation program in place, permission to couple with a variety of sex partners is acceptable and common place. They stay together for the full monthly cycle and the female doesn

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

However, a mysterious sweet smile carved on her ripe lips as she returned to resume her sensual movements. In the deepest depths of her heart, Vivienne scoffed jengah at the concept of marriage. *'Marry you? Never, Tristan,'* Vivienne thought with a tactical cunning as cold as the ice freezing in the deepest pole of her brain. *'My marriage with Dominic has taught me that commitment on paper is merely a fictitious iron chain. I will never surrender my freedom again to any man from any clan. I will be a woman who only loves myself, holding this highest financial throne without needing to share space with anyone's masculine ego.'*

Or volatile. Either way, Stefano had just placed her in my hands. Marriage, to me, was not ceremony. It was conquest without chaos. An agreement where power shifted quietly, irrevocably. I did not believe in wives as ornaments. I believed in shaping loyalty until it became instinct. A woman did not need to be beaten into submission. Pain alone was crude, ineffective. Fear burned out too quickly. True control was slower. Isolation. Confusion. Dependence. You took everything familiar from someone until they reached for you not because they wanted to—but because you were all that remained.

“You look like an intelligent, capable young woman. I don’t need to tell you that a man only treats you the way you allow him to treat you, but I will share a few things with you.” “Okay,” Kaelis said. “Our world isn’t one you step into and then leave. If Saint brought you here, that means he sees a future with you, one where you’ll bear the Vittori name. The men in this family only marry once, no matter how that marriage occurs.” “What does that mean?” “We all had arranged marriages. I met Dominic 6 weeks before we got married and spoke to him for about 10 minutes in those 6 weeks.” The shock was evident in her eyes. “I didn’t know that was a thing.”

Then again… not entirely. Ray remembered that Jayzepan had once gone through a period of intense gender conflict. The government even introduced women-only train cars. At that time, Jayzepanese women had extremely high standards for marriage—no matter their own circumstances, they insisted on marrying CEOs or top executives of major companies. But after the economic crisis, harsh reality crushed those expectations. The criteria for marriage dropped dramatically, to the point where avoiding domestic violence was considered good enough. Even so, it didn't change Jayzepan's extremely low birth rate.