Forced Marriage Novels & Stories

, Rudra said and they shook their hands in a brotherly manner. "I heard about your marriage too", Daniel said "Yes, I got married", Rudra replied. "Forced marriage, love marriage or Arranged?", Daniel asked Rudra. "Trap", Rudra said while remembering the face of his wife. "Huh?", Daniel was confused. "It's a trap Marriage", Rudra said. "Okay! it's the first time, I've heard something like this. A trap marriage but for whom?", Daniel was amused by the new kind of marriage. "Obviously, For her", Rudra smirked at his prey.

Meg rambles on. “That is unfortunate” Ally says unenthusiastically. “Yeah, so now his mother is searching for a wife for him. Apparently in their family the mother chooses the bride. There has also never been a divorce in the family so it is a quite serious tradition and it seems to work for them.” Meg tells her. “Just because they do not divorce, does not mean they are happy.” Ally tells Meg honestly. Meg seems to be getting a little irritated now. She puts her plate away and clears the counter.

"Yes, the reason is so that I will keep my mouth shut about your behavior at the bar and if you do agree to marry me, then you won't have to pay for the watches I gave to those three ugly men." "I don't want to marry you. Marriage is not a game, sir. You should marry the person you love, not me who is just your student," Anya refused, not wanting to play with a sacred bond called marriage. "I want that too, An, to marry the woman I love, but God doesn't seem to like seeing me happy, so He's pressured me to get married. Just so you know, I was also forced to ask you to marry me." "You can't blame God in any situation because God knows what is best for His servants."

As though that was not bad enough, he even threatened to strip me of my right to the title, if it meant marrying that bitch, and giving him the grandchild he wanted. It was not as though I nor my wolf was in heat back then- not naturally. No... Instead, some drug was used on me, got me to commit the act. Clouded my mind and senses so that I would not have any control over myself in doing the one thing I would never just 'do' to another female. Even though I had explained such to Father- told him clear as day that the slut had me drugged and forced my seed into her- he refused to listen to me, and still forced me to go along with this pointless marriage. And now look where it has gotten us. M

Gabriela rolled her eyes and went back to staring at the legal papers before her. “All these for a fake marriage, I can’t believe this” Gabriela whispered while going through the documents. “I won’t call it a fake marriage, it’s more like temporary damage control” Simon corrected without lifting his eyes from what he was reviewing. “Yes…cause nothing screams like Damage Control like walking down the aisle with someone you can’t stand” Gabriela shot back, tired of the situation they were in. Simon didn’t respond, he was not bothered and though he didn’t want to get married to Gabriela, he had to do what was best for them and the company.

“That's all we can do right now.” Afgan nodded, feeling honored by his father's presence. Although guilt and loss still weighed heavily on his heart, he knew that his family could be a source of support and strength to get through this difficult time together. While waiting for further news from the search team and the condition of his in-laws, they sat together. Afgan occasionally turns to his father with a look of understanding, “Is this the origin of the forced marriage?” Achmed was a little awkward at the question, so he nodded and took a deep breath before answering, “Yes, as a form of my responsibility towards Bik Minah's son.”

"What am I supposed to do? It's not like I can stop the marriage." "You may not be able to stop the marriage," she smiled wickedly. "However, you can gather some intel on the Luna and Alpha. According to what Gravemaw Hounds' Luna mentioned, her marriage to the Alpha was not a consensual one." "A forced marriage?" I asked. "Those aren't illegal anymore. I mean there are loopholes, but an outright forced marriage is against the law."

Her eyes were red and swollen. "She's been treated well, all things considered," Marcus said. "No physical abuse beyond necessary restraint. We're not monsters, Mrs. Moretti. We're professionals conducting a business transaction." "Kidnapping a child isn't a business transaction," I said coldly. "It's terrorism." "Semantics," Marcus replied with a shrug. "Now, let's discuss terms. You surrender yourself and provide complete cooperation with our research into the Keystone. In exchange, young Madeline goes home unharmed, and we cease all hostile actions against your family and associates."

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.”

But the fact that she was still willing to break herself for a man who traded her like property only fueled his anger. Slowly, Alex released her arms and stepped back, his tall frame completely blocking the exit. "You are not stepping a single foot out of this room, Iliyana," he said coldly. "Accept it." Iliyana wiped the tears from her face, taking a step back. She looked at his massive build, his hard jaw, and the locked door behind him. She knew the brutal truth—she was too weak, too bruised, and she could never overpower him. He would never let her leave.