Novel & Cerita Forced Marriage: My Wife My Redemption

Ethan Borromeo: "I never believed in destiny… As everyone says… that when you meet your soulmate, the stars align, and the heavens open a door for a coincidence to meet the one you’re destined for. It was just a childish, funny quote to me… before meeting Sophia… my wife. And being with her feels like everything falls into the right place. Sleeping next to her… Watching every smile on her lips… Protecting her from pain… It’s my fulfillment. I’m content. If that isn’t called destiny… I don’t know what is." Sophia Soledad: "I really wanted to believe every word coming from your mouth… every sweet gesture you’ve made for me… but how can I, Ethan? Because I know you’ve said all those things to S

Bethany rolled her eyes and turned to leave, but Fred’s cold voice stopped her. "You might want to see this," he said, waving the documents in the air. "What’s that?" "Oh, just the divorce papers you signed. Newsflash—I never signed them." Her frown deepened. "What do you mean?" "Mrs. Hart, if I never signed them, it means… you’re still my wife." "Your wife?" she echoed, stunned. "Yeah… I guess I’m going to have you after all."

Demi closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself, then began. "Last time, I told you I borrowed money—online loans, payday loans. But it wasn't just that..." Her voice cracked, but she pushed on. "I also got caught in this thing—let's call it a 'collateral loan.' You strip, they take pictures, and you get the money. If you can't pay it back, they'll force you into the sex trade." I froze. "You mean they forced you?" "Yes." Her broken smile made my chest ache. "The first time is the most valuable."

She had probably thought that 10 years of marriage would at least keep me from being too ruthless. So, she had begun a series of clumsy performances. She had deliberately come to the entrance of my apartment building and, under the watchful eyes of security guards and neighbors, had dropped to her knees with a loud thud. She had cried hysterically, tears streaming down her face. "Felix! I’m sorry! Please forgive me! It was all Kyle’s fault! That bastard deceived me! He sweet-talked and seduced me! I didn’t know what came over me! For the sake of our 10 years of marriage, can you forgive me this once? Please don’t divorce me. We can go back to the way we were."

As the room erupted in applause, he leaned into my ear one last time. "Don't think this changes anything," he said, his grip tightening on my waist. "This isn't a marriage. It's a consequence. For you." I realized then that I hadn't just been forced into a marriage. I had been handed over to a man who hated me, and whatever came next would not be kind.

After finding out that the city is flourishing with countless opportunities, Florence Chastain drinks far too much out of elation. She begins stumbling toward the home of Gerard Vertes, a widower, in her drunken haze. Even though I have a crush on her, I choose to ignore her. In my previous life, I was worried that Florence might submit to her carnal urges due to intoxication, which might lead to her losing the golden opportunity of moving to the city. So, I rushed over to stop her. But Florence was quick to yank the hem of my shirt while begging me to satisfy her urges. After the wild night, she got pregnant with my child. In order to preserve Florence's reputation, her parents forced

She just fixed her eyes on me affectionately and said, "I already said that I'm only going to treat you nicely and love you from today onward. Believe me now?" She then came up to me and grabbed my hand. "Come with me back to the Beast Temple once you've cooled off. Let's mate again and continue living as husband and wife." I avoided her and struck her across the face. I said in disgust, "Who gave you the idea that I would still willingly form a mate bond with you after how you repaid my kindness by killing me in my past life, Priscilla?" She lost her temper the moment I slapped her. "I only killed you in our past life, damn it! Aren't you still alive and kicking in this life? What's the big

All four of them were trapped in this single house. Miya. Julian. Lily. Aurora. They were all functioning within the exact same structural walls. They were entirely bound together because Freya Blake had ruthlessly arranged two separate, highly strategic marriages exactly thirty years apart. The invisible, structural cage was massive and it was built flawlessly. Aurora closed her eyes tightly in the dark bedroom. She breathed in the freezing, absolutely quiet air of the second floor. She thought she could smell something sharp and incredibly bright. It was Miya's preserved lemon.

She’d been destitute. Then, she’d realized she was pregnant. It was her last card. Her only leverage. Even as Marcus tried to pry her off, recoiling in disgust, she clung to him with a ferocity born of sheer survival. The child was her ticket back in. The scene was a grotesque comedy. Marcus’s own father, a man deeply concerned with human social standing, pushed through the crowd, his face purple with humiliation. He couldn’t strike a pregnant woman, even one like Liana. With a glare that promised later reckoning, he ordered Marcus to take her away, to deal with this “family matter” privately and save what little face they had left.

Backham have a bad history with the women around him doesn't mean they're all the same, and Michael won't let anyone defame his bride "—Enough father. So what, so what if she's plotting. I will gladly take her punishment, and die like a happy man. But, never miscult [mistake/miscall] her to your worthless wife" Michael argued, stepping on the speed, he drive without any words been uttered.