Fierce Marriage Novels & Stories

I should just clap for myself, she's bought me as her fucking toy. Fuck, look at her staring at me like a creep, it's as if she's never seen a man before if it was any other women I'd be revelling in this attention, but with her I just feel disgusted and angry, I just want to kill her. I want to thorw her out of my life. But because of the marriage contract, I can not even divorce her. Look at her scrambling to the closet like a frightened little rabbit. "Fuck her, I'm jumping in the shower I need to relive all this anger" I mumbled.

How she would have walked me down the aisle after helping me choose a dress for my wedding. Her face formed in my mind. Her beautiful,delicate features. Her playful personality. We always argued about how she never took anything seriously. She argued about how I was serious about everything. I loved her. I miss her. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Mecael As I entered the room,Aria's body met with mine. She swung herself at me that if she was not my wife I would have thought it was an attack. I wanted to kiss her then but she shook against me. Then I heard the sobs.

After the forced marriage, Jace's mansion became a battleground of strained silence and suppressed emotions. The air was heavy with resentment as Marvis struggled to fulfill her role as Jace's caretaker. Every attempt at connection was met with an impenetrable wall of anger. One evening, in the dimly lit living room, Marvis approached Jace cautiously. "Jace, we need to find a way to make this work. I didn't choose this marriage, but we have to make the best of the situation for both our sakes."

"Can we just coexist peacefully from now on? Stop pestering me about love. We're both parents now; we should focus on living harmoniously for the kids." I tried to pull him back from the edge, helping him see reality. The reality was I didn't love him, and I never would. He was just the father of my children to me. He averted his gaze, draining his glass of red wine in one gulp. "Teagan, do you really feel nothing for me?" His voice grew hoarse, tinged with emotion. "Teagan, but we're married! How can that work without love?" I felt tired; my temples began to throb again.

I felt like I couldn't breathe as the realization that I was now bound to this marriage, to this pack, whether I liked it or not, dawned on me. I glanced around, my eyes sweeping the faces of the people from the orphanage who had come to witness the union. Their applause echoed through the room as they plastered fake smiles on their faces like they were happy for me like they hadn't just sold me to a man who wanted to kill me. I could practically feel the cold killing intent coming from the man I am to call husband. His hands snaked around my waist as he pulled me closer to him. "Don't you dare think of running away, Mara? Cause I will fucking hunt you down to the ends of this earth."

Felicia screamed at the top of her voice, making me stop on my track. I clenched my hands into fists, my nails digging into my palms, I swallowed hard, I tried to ignore her but she was not ready to stop. “No, tell me Lucas, what did you tell her, did she not know, because I know that if she fucking knew she wouldn't be able to say yes to being your wife? She continued. I stepped back, pulled her by her arm, I glared at her, my eyes blazing with fury. “How dare you? How dare you Felicia, don't you dare, I repeat don't you dare say any word again or else I'll have no option but to throw you out of this house this night”

Paige said, all at the same time. Marie exhaled as she sank into the couch. There was no point delaying the truth. “I got married,” she said softly. “We signed a contract for a year.” Paige stepped closer first. “With Bruce Fox?” “Yes.” Paige's eyes widened. “Oh what have you done?” Marie sat upright, blinking. “What are you talking about?” Paige paced around, tapping her head frantically. “That man is a pervert, Marie. He pimps girls. Search for the Winston girls, you'll see it.”

like I’d peeled open a part of him he didn’t want anyone to see—it haunted me for days. I swallowed hard, backing away slowly. Not worth it, Tracey. Not today. Let them fight. Let them scream and throw chairs for all I cared. I turned on my heel, heading back to my room, trying to tune it all out. But one word clung to my mind like gum on a shoe. Marriage. That was what they were fighting about. That was what Camillé was forcing. That was what Damien hadn’t told me. Marriage. And I... I couldn’t tell if the ache in my chest was betrayal or something worse—like I already knew I was losing a game I didn’t sign up to play.

"You're not allowed to say anything of that sort as long as you're still my lawful wife, Tiana!" I laughed miserably as I took a step back, and I raised my tone, "You were the one who refused to let me go, Ian! You were the one who knelt, begging the Langhams to let me marry into your family! It was you who promised the director that you would take care of me and love only me your entire life. If you can't do it, then we should get divorced!" Ian's veins throbbed on his forehead, and a guilty look flashed across his face. He remained furious, but he lowered his voice. "You have lived a life of luxury all these years. Have you ever suffered or gotten hurt all this time?"

"But you have to realize this has been difficult. For me, for Liza. And now that we're married, things are going to change. I don't know what's next, but." "Believe that all this is just going to get fixed just because you married him?" Valeria cut in, getting louder. "You actually believe that, Fiona? Because let me tell you, it won't. You've just opened a can of worms, and try as you might, there's no turning back from that. Particularly with Marie lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to rip it all apart." Fiona's breath caught. She hadn't even considered that. Marie, ever lurking in the shadows, manipulating and pulling strings. Fiona had known her for what she was cold, cal