Novel & Cerita Forced Marriage: My Wife My Redemption

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.

A stranger with blood on his hands and power she couldn’t fight. Something unfamiliar twisted in my chest. I should have been annoyed but instead I was intrigued. This marriage was nothing more than a business deal. Right after the wedding, I intended to shove her into a glitzy mansion, pad her wallet with credit cards and cash, and check in on her only when I’d need her to attend a public function with me or when my Dad needed to tug on her father’s leash “You’re not allowed to be with other men in this marriage,” I said coldly.

“See this? He marked me as his mate and as his wife. I am his wife! That is my husband!” But the woman only held my arm tighter. “I know that is why I tug you along with me.” She clutched my chin and forced me to look back at the happy pair. “Look at your husband, Mariana. Look at how he takes another woman as his wife proudly. He never did this to you. He kept you from the world like a dirty secret while he is parading this woman to be his new wife… all while you rot in your goddamn jail for the sin that you did not do.”

He was trying for her to feel what he was feeling. "Lily I... I have committed many sins in my past. I have killed mercilessly. I've ruined many people's lives just for fun. Most importantly, I have betrayed people. And I regret that. All of that." He took a deep breath gazing into her loving eyes. "I want someone to pull me out of this guilt. Sometimes I want nothing more than to cry my eyes out because I'm tired of carrying this strong facade. But I can’t." He sucked in a deep breath before continuing to speak “Will you do that for me? Will you pull me out of this guilt? Can I trust you with my deepest secret? Will you promise not to judge me for what I have done?" His eyes were begging fo

“Yes.. I sold myself for debt a year ago… but looking back now, I can say it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. A blessing in disguise. People say money can’t buy happiness…. but to some extent it does. At least to me, it did. If I wasn’t in dire need of money, if I wasn’t at the lowest point of my life, I wouldn’t be happily married to a man who has become my everything right now. I’m not saying the young ladies or men should now look for a sponsor and sell themselves. That happened to me because I was in deep shit, framed, with many years of prison time waiting for me. If I had an option I would have worked hard to get myself out of that situation. Listen to me young people,