Forced Marriage: My Wife My Redemption Novels & Stories

A sharp slap cut her off. "Awake now?" Yvonne's eyes turned red. "You hit me?" Her voice shook, wounded. "You married someone else, then hit me?" I looked at her and almost laughed. "Now you know how I felt?" She froze. Her face went stiff. "That's different. Mine wasn't real. You actually got married!" I nodded. "Exactly. Yours didn't mean anything. Mine did." The color drained from her face. "What?" I repeated it, calm and slow. "Before I married Rachel, I thought it through. Ask me a hundred times, and my answer won't change. I chose this."

I tried to stop, but his hold on my wrist forced me to keep moving, to keep trying to match his long strides. As soon as we stepped out of the church, all of his men bowed to us in unison. Their energetic gestures had me flinching. He opened the door and slightly pushed me to get inside, but I refused to move. "Tsk," he gripped the back of my neck and forced me inside. His rough fingers easily wrapped around my neck, a little pressure, and I would meet God. He harshly shut the door beside me, making me flinch. More tears welled up in my eyes as the harsh reality continued to haunt me. I am Pakhan's wife now. A man who was famous for his brutality and power. How was I supposed to be with some

Axton dropped to one knee, with the ring box opened and pointed toward me. “I know things were rushed when we got married, but I should have done this the correct way.” Axton paused to clear his throat. “Zira Valdez, would you do me the greatest pleasure and marry me? I promise to give you a grand wedding, and you can have the final say in anything. I will let you choose any place in the world for our honeymoon. I want you to be not just my wife, but also my Queen.”

She sold herself to that fatal sinner and was committing that sin of sleeping with a married man just for the sake of saving her three years old daughter's life because he left her with no other option. Her watery eyes trailed towards a table and she saw those papers placed on it. Those papers in which she had written her existence to him with her own hands and just right beside those papers, she saw his and his wife's picture. It made her disgusted with herself. She agreed to sleep with a man who was already married to another woman but she was helpless. That monster turned her vulnerable and helpless and forced her to commit that sin with him. Her body stiffened in terror when she heard th

I bury my face in my palm. Fuck… I kidnapped someone else’s wife. What have I done? What will I do now?

The more she speaks the more reality dawns on me, there's no going back from this and I can't believe I had risked it all. I tried escaping from being a slave to my own mate just to become a slave forever, I can't even escape I already have the logo slave imprinted on me, this is the life I have to live and I have to love with the fact that I made this choice all on my own with no one to blame for it.

I watched Karen from inside the car I got a ride with the Fedory couple who were considering having my mercy. The sound of the Wedding March is perfect to be heard while torturing someone, it will be part of my playlist. I snapped my fingers, exuberant, watching the two soldiers slit the throats of the guests with waxed thread, the opportune moment of prayer before the marriage pact where Karen's blood would be drawn.

Just because he married Melati, he was like a prisoner trapped in a room where there was a strange woman with him. And if the woman is still holy, maybe Edwin will accept even though he is forced to because he has said ijab kabul, which means his woman is official and lawful to be his wife. But now, the reality is far inversely proportional. Where he was forced to marry a woman he didn't even know had a fetus growing in her womb. "Early in the morning you are awake!" Edwin turned to the side where Gunadi was standing there still in his nightwear. The tall man with a thick mustache seemed to be twisting his mustache and looking at him with a strange and difficult to interpret look.

That part bothered me most. Human trafficking operations of this scale required protection. Political protection. Financial protection. International routes. Meaning influential people were definitely involved. Which meant eventually, war would come. Noah would enjoy hearing that. My phone buzzed suddenly against the table. My beloved wife. The tension in my chest eased immediately at the sight of her name. My Wife:Home soon? A small smile tugged at my mouth before I could stop it. Tobias noticed instantly. “That expression is disgusting,” he muttered.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.