Forced Marriage Novels & Stories

I'm going to have to marry that damn fiancé anyway. The more Primrose thought, the more disturbed she was. She was celibate, suddenly having to marry a stranger, and more or less had a feeling of resistance. If it weren't for regretting the image of a docile and docile girl built over the years, Primrose would have soon rebelled to claim her rights. "Is there no other way? In what era is there still this kind of forced marriage?"

Alpha Atticus’ Point of View still The two days leading up to the forced marriage were a blur of frustrating activity and simmering rage. Really, I couldn't believe it was happening! I was an Alpha, my heart and soul iron-clad to my chosen mate, Anna, yet here I was, being maneuvered into bigamy by a human Chief and his calculating daughter. Every muscle in my body fought the situation, but the constraints were absolute. Farah had me completely trapped.

I had seen the hurt in her eyes, but I had ignored it anyway. The call with my grandfather that night had shifted something inside me. His voice still rang in my head as I thrusted myself deep inside her. His repeated warnings on how I wasn’t allowed to love her. Not allowed to love my wife! It's insane that this whole contract and marriage thing was his idea and now, I wasn't allowed to love her. She did not deserve any of this. The moment she signed that contract and agreed to that marriage, she stepped into a dangerous world that followed me everywhere. Now her brother had paid the price for it.

And no one missed where he stood—angled toward her, not the dais. “Condition two,” she went on before anyone could derail. “Criminalization of forced bonds and certain marriage contracts.” The Elders shifted in their seats. A junior gamma in the audience went very still, hand unconsciously touching the scarf at her throat. “Define ‘forced,’” Tan said carefully.

I press, the urgency in my tone unmistakable. She hesitates, glancing at the others. “I feel sorry for the poor girl.” “Why sorry?” I try to hold my own emotions back, I need to know as much as possible. “Well first she was taken as a babe, and who knows what she has gone through in the years that has passed,” the woman says. “And they say it’s not just a wedding. It’s a forced bonding. There are… traditions that involve the bride being stripped and presented to the guests. It’s a celebration of power, not love.”

I hated the idea but it was all for good. Now I have finally married him. Married to the man that made me cry all night. The man that manipulated me into killing my uncle, yet he did not set me free. "Miss Giordano, Come dance with your husband," Lucian whispered to my ear. I glared hard at him. "I'm not your wife, you forced me!" I yelled but he just smiled. Gosh, that smile doesn't know when one is serious. "Which means you are technically my wife. The priest just said it now" he smirked.

It was Adrian. “So,” he said, laughing, “how’s the honeymoon going? Did the ice melt yet?” “Shut the hell up,” I muttered. “You know why I’m here. It’s torture.” Adrian laughed again. “I don’t blame you. She did force you into it. I still can’t believe you went through with the wedding.” Of course I did. She was a cunning woman, her trap was well laid, and I fell in. "At least you learnt a valuable lesson about dipping your dick into anything." Adrain thought what he said was funny because he followed it with a loud laugh.

"You've got no choice here. You're mine." "You're sick! You don't own me and I'm never going to be with you." "I'm getting married to Frank!" "No, you won't." He challenged almost immediately. "You had no idea I was engaged before you drugged and raped me?" "There was no fucking engagement, there was no ring on you." "The ring didn't matter. I'm getting married soon to him so you need to let me go!" "No! You're stuck with me." "It's crazy how you think that you can intimidate me with your words!"

Neha replied. "What are you saying?" Zara asked. "Yesterday, I was kidnapped by a man named Azfar Raheem. He took me to his friend's house to marry me. First, I was very scared of him. But he is so nice and cute and I really can't believe my God has gifted me someone who is ready to give me everything I want, not a jerk like Arman." Neha replied. "What about his parents?" Zara asked. "They accepted me with open arms. Though, I can't tell them that he married me forcefully. I mean yes, he took me there forcefully. But Qazi asked me whether I want to marry him or not. And I accepted him." Neha replied.

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 strai