Forced Marriage: My Wife My Redemption นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And even when she left for Canada to study, the call, the messages, the way my heart reacted every time I heard her voice, my love, nothing changed. Distance didn’t weaken what we had, it only made it stronger. I let out a quiet breath, sitting down on the edge of the bed. And then everything got complicated. I can still remember the day my stepfather told me about the deal. His business partner was willing to sign a massive contract, one that would elevate everything, but there was a condition attached. I have to marry his daughter Betty. At first, I refused. I didn’t even hesitate. The idea alone felt wrong, forced, and suffocating. I already had someone I loved. I wasn’t about to throw th

He wasn’t done. “And then, I realized… I don’t just want you to stay as my wife in name only. I want you. The way you laugh, the way you challenge me, the way you fit into this family so effortlessly. I want you to be mine…not because of a forced marriage, but because you chose me”. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. Then, he reached for my hand. His fingers were gentle, as if he was afraid I would pull away. But I didn’t.

The realization burned through me like wildfire—every humiliation, every slight, every time she stood above me while I was pushed lower and lower. It had all been her game from the very beginning. Every move, every word, every so-called mistake—deliberate, calculated, and cruelly precise. And once again, she had won. My marriage was set in stone, the deal sealed tighter than any chain. My fate no longer belonged to me; it belonged to my father’s ambitions and to Seraphina’s twisted triumph. Nothing I said, nothing I did, would ever undo it. My protests would be brushed aside, my tears ignored, my will dismissed as though it carried no weight at all.

“You always have.” “No,” I said, shaking my head fiercely despite the tears blurring my vision. “I never belonged to you and I never will.” His expression darkened, something dangerous flickering behind his eyes. “You signed the contract,” he said coldly. “You said yes. That makes you mine.... I never forced you to marry me.” “I was manipulated!” I shouted. “You manipulated me. That doesn’t make me yours!” His grip tightened painfully around my wrists. "It makes you legally mine and I will never let anyone else have you. The only way away from me is through death.” he gritted out as his hold on me became stronger and more painful.

She asked me to kneel and beg for her forgiveness and only then will she give me back my job. I blatantly refused, telling her if she was so bored and had nothing to do, she should go and get pregnant. That's what wives of wealthy men were good at: sitting at home, watching their husband cheat with multiple women and giving birth like dogs. That had enraged her. She vowed I wouldn't get another job and she absolutely did it. I never got a job and had to settle to work online with an entirely different name.

In the end, my life-saving deed earned me nothing but a ridiculous marriage with Yaron. Memories rushed back—the sharp sting of steel needles piercing my fingers, the suffocating darkness of the closet, the agony of bleeding out alone. A shiver ran down my spine. This time, I wouldn't make the same mistake. I forced a faint smile and met Mrs. Hayes's gaze. "I did it willingly. There's no need to bring it up again." "And please don't tell Yaron what I said today. I don't want him thinking I'm playing hard to get."

But apparently, my indifference didn't sit well with him. When I opened Instagram, I saw that he had added a new post—a public declaration meant for all to see. [A woman’s heart belongs to the one she’s with. Even if she is forced into a marriage for family reasons, her heart will always find its way back to where it truly belongs. On her wedding night, my lover still found her way to me, without hesitation. Her body will never belong to another man, not even for a second. She's mine. Now and always. #UnbreakableBond #HeartAndSoul #Destiny]

“You should be ashamed of yourself, Victor. Do you think you can treat me however you like just because I’m helpless? I was tricked into this marriage! From the very beginning, no one told me you were in a coma. I was deceived into marrying you! Your brother tried to force himself on me, and for three years, I was confined to a room, taking care of you day and night. I gave everything I had. I treated you like my husband, but what have I gained from it? What did I do to deserve this? Tell me, Victor, what is my crime?”

And I will make sure to get the passcode. “No, I won’t. Why should I listen to you always, huh? This time, you listen to me and be a good old grandpa and give me the passcode.” I retorted. “Stop behaving like a typical wife and do not disobey me.” He gritted, getting up from the sofa but stood still and did not take any further steps towards me. I held the phone tighter in my palm and contemplated my next step. “Forced Wife.” I retorted, my blood boiling in sheer anger and hatred for this monster thinking about the day he married me.

"Last night, you agreed to come with me." "I canceled it. Come to think of it, I'm not interested in going with you. I'd better go there myself." She slightly raised her chin to challenge him. She had a bit of a winning position because she knew exactly what her husband wanted. Vacation and, well... their first sex. It might replace an unprecedented honeymoon. Remember, the beginning of their marriage was filled with the cold war between them. So, she guessed that he would do anything to make it happen. "No," said Aaron flatly. He took her hand and said, "We'll go together. Please. I can't hold it anymore. I want everything in you."