Forced Marriage: My Wife My Redemption Novels & Stories

"oh just stop this drama. It will be one time. Then you can go your way. And I will go mine. So enjoy. I know you want this. That why you marry me!" "No . That's not ture.I like you but I do not want this. Stay away from me " "oh do not ruin my mood. You will love it. I assure you just one time. Come on. I am your husband now. Don't hesitate to spread your legs. I know you spread them a lot after you are a knight " He think that low of me. A tear escape from my eye " I said No! I don't want this. You do not love me and we are married that doesn't change anything. You can not force me!"

And if it came down to it, I would just force Layla to say she wanted a dissolution of the marriage too. There was proof yet she still denied everything. Did she take me for a fool? How was I supposed to give her the benefit of the doubt when she did the exact same thing just to get married to me in the first place? Turns out that she was a freaking hoe. “Young master Ethan,” I was ushered into the Crawford family mansion. A couple of guards led me across the front hall and up the lift. I didn't bear much consideration to the outcome of this meeting. Without saying, it would be all about me and what would become of my marriage to Layla.

His entire family sickened Kendall, his mother was a whore, his father a thug and he seemed to take after the both of them. Once seated the festivities began, dancing, drinking, eating. Nobody cared that this was a forced marriage. She watched her husband as he nursed a scotch. To her horror the emcee announced the bride and groom dance, great that's all she wanted. Blake stood up and playing the gentleman escorted her to the dance floor. The lights dimmed and they started their dance. Kendall kept her distance in the dance. Blake cursed under his breath before he pulled her in so their bodies touched. "Smile it's your wedding day." Kendall kept her back straight, hating the way he thought t

Michelle explained in the simplest way possible. “I’m straight, you can’t do this to me.” Karina refused. Being kidnapped by Eden in the past and getting forced to marry him was already terrible enough. But, at least he was a man. She never thought of doing it with a woman and the thought alone made her feel nauseous.

he kissed me one more, but on my forehead this time, then added, “You’re going to be my wife, a real wife. I’ll announce our marriage after two months. And I apologized that you have to wait for two months.” I converted my gaze away from him. I didn’t want him to see the disappointment in my eyes. I was afraid that he saw more than I wanted him to see in my gaze. “You will be my wife, my precious wife, and my sex slave just in bed!” I was spechless. He was talking about it as if it was an easy thing. “Anastasia is a slave to Jack. They had that kind of relationship even before they got married. They loved each other, had the kind of relationship they wanted and finally married. You can ask h

"No, I didn't let her manipulate me." "So it's her." "But she said right Abhi. Look at you and look at me. We are of no match." "Yeah. Look at you. So beautiful and innocent and look at me. I am an evil brother. A bad son and Not Even a good husband. I forced you. I manipulated you Yukti. I cheated and I broke your trust and Forced you to sign the papers." "You are not a bad son. I have never seen a guy so concerned and caring for his mother. I am happy that I am your wife. You Respect women and Don't treat them like trash and about forced marriage you did it Because you loved me."

His heart was pounding—wild, unsteady beneath my palm. “You know my family,” he said, his voice low and strained. “The Contis don’t leave. Bloodline rules.” He swallowed. “Anyone born into the name is bound to this city. No exceptions. No exits.” Then he added, almost urgently, as if afraid I might misunderstand— “Spouses can go. Wives can leave. But not us. Never us.” He tightened his arms around me. “If I’ve done anything wrong,” he said hoarsely, “you can hit me. Yell at me. Even kill me.”

“I never forced you into this marriage. You walked into my life with your head held high and a contract. But since you are mine, the chances of redemption are zero.” I opened my mouth to argue, to scream that it was different, but he wasn’t finished. He leaned in, staring dead into my eyes until his heat became a suffocating contrast to the chill in his eyes. “Consider this your eternal cage.”

The forced marriage constantly tugged at my heart strings because I knew I couldn’t go through with it, worse off, I didn’t what to put her through that process of having a love less marriage. Then her death, and the crest, the arrest and now here? It felt like I had fallen from grace with a twinkle of an eye. Now I was condemned to being a slave? A slave! My eyes prickled with tears that I was never going to shed, I can’t spend the rest of my life being in bondage here, I need to break free.