Forced Marriage: My Wife My Redemption Novelas e Histórias

[crying] “It’s funny that’s what he told me you were going to say exactly that you were to pin it on him. He made you do it.” “babe it’s the truth! He forced himself on me and he made me blackmail you. I’m sorry please forgive me.” “Stop calling me that and I’m not going to listen to any of your lies, can’t believe I almost made you my wife.” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” “Who was working with Jim?”

Together, we would face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that our love had already conquered the greatest obstacles of all. For our love was a force that defied the odds, transcended the boundaries of wealth and status, and proved that true love could flourish even in the most unexpected of circumstances. We were living proof that a contract marriage could evolve into a love story for the ages—a tale of redemption, forgiveness, and the transformative power of love.

I had been living as someone that was unneeded and unwanted for years because of my chubby figure, but the marriage with my billionaire husband and my adorable daughter tricked me into feeling like I was worth something, even though I was the wife that was hidden away. But the truth is, when I was kidnapped, my husband left me to die, burning in the fire. When I survived and came back as a beautiful, charming woman, he looked at me with full desire. Please don't marry him, I am better than him.

"She's my daughter. Of course I want her back. You just took her away from us like a thug.” "She's my wife now," Giovanni countered. "Legally bound to me or have you forgotten?" My father scoffed and rolled his eyes. “A forced marriage doesn’t count as a real one under the eyes lf God.” "Suddenly religious now, are you?" Giovanni leaned back in his chair. "I seem to recall you not acting like this when you massacred my family. Funny how people are... flexible with their morals." My father scowled. "You son of a-"

"I am tired of all the fighting, the lies and pain. Please, just let me go. This marriage was a mistake from the beginning. Just a huge, terrible mistake. I never wanted to marry you. Just a few days after my divorce from your cousin, you forced me to marry you after making a deal with my father. Now that I have disowned my father, the deal should be off." The moment the word "mistake" left my lips, Reid’s whole expression changed and his softness vanished. It was immediately replaced by something dark and possessive. In the blink of an eye, he pinned me against the wall with his body pressing hard against mine. He caged me in with his arms. I gasped and my heart leaped into my throat. "Do n

With a soft smile, I nodded, welcoming her into an embrace that transcended the barriers of pride and prejudice. As Maria pleaded for my approval to help in planning the wedding, her vulnerability laid bare before me, I couldn't help but be moved by her sincerity. The realization that she, too, sought redemption and unity, filled me with a sense of purpose, igniting a spark of excitement for the celebration that awaited us.

And then I took the paper I put on the working table a while ago. I raised it in front of him and even though he was right, kidnapping him is a very desperate move. I got a more desperate proposal for him in the line. "You just have to sign this marriage contract so we can be married. Then I can get my inheritance and my problem will be sold, then we'll release you." "What's in it for me? I can't get anything in return so why should I allow what you want to happen?" He teasingly told me. Urgh! He's getting on my nerves! Damn you Travis Forger!

I asked, when I saw the look in her eyes. “It’s something they do once in awhile for the satisfaction of high profile men who like to do crazy, naught things with women. For that night, you’re the man’s property to use as he sees fit and if he likes your vibe, you get a bonus.” “W-what?” I was shaking my head, “I’m a married woman, Tricia. I… I can’t do that. God, William will kill me if he hears I did such. Plus, you know how much they value their reputation. God, no.”

"She's basically inhuman. Her daughter was in critical condition, her dad died in an accident, and her husband had heart problems, yet she was still out there, having fun with her side piece. Does she have any shred of humanity left?" "If she never loved her husband, why get married in the first place?" "Why do I feel like that other man looks kind of familiar…" The once-joyous wedding venue had turned into a total disaster zone. I didn't just expose the videos—I also hired people to completely trash the place. The friends who'd come to celebrate all slipped away with their heads down, and many of them gave Janice looks full of contempt, especially the company's business partners.

So to have a younger man like Maxton stop him in front of his own men was a huge insult to him. "Maxton," Michael hissed, his voice trembling with a mix of hatred and fury. "Do not forget who you are talking to! I am the one who gave you this alliance and the one who gave you the wife you are talking about" Maxton didn't move or even blink. He looked down at the whip in his hand and then back at Michael. "You gave me a wife," Maxton repeated, his voice as cold as ice. "And the moment she signed that marriage contract, she stopped being a Valente…She became a Retroferd. In this house, only one person has the right to decide her fate. And that person is me."