Forced Marriage Novels & Stories

Bruno reports, not without chuckling. "What!" the three of them yell. "Don’t overthink it. She’s just collateral." "Marrying someone into our family can never be mere collateral!" Mama Doza’s rosary is tight in her hand when she reminds me of this. Her hair—a mix of white and raven black makes her look every bit the fierce matriarch she is. Even now as a grown man, I find her fierceness to be tough to match. She has always seen marriage as sacred. Her first son is married. Her third son is married. Even the fourth has a woman he’s dating. But me? I’ve always been her stubborn weed.

I ask, genuinely concerned. She hesitates, her emotions rising. Eventually, she answers, “My family owed him a lot of money, so I was forced to marry him to compensate for it. We were happy and in love during the first few years of our marriage. But it all changed when he’s pressured to produce an heir.” “He is infertile, but he doesn’t want the public and even his friends and relatives to know that.” “So, he forced me to be impregnated by an unknown East Asian man, promising him wealth. When I got pregnant, he killed the man instead to make sure his secret won’t get exposed.”

“Don’t look like that. It’s just a formality. Once you’re under my roof, I’ll treat you just the same as Liana.” A laugh, harsh and incredulous, burst from me. How could he be so profoundly vile? A blood-servant’s mark was for criminals, for debtors sold to settle accounts. It was a brand of permanent inferiority. Property. Your children would be property. Your will was your master’s will. I wrenched my hands away. “Never.” His face flushed with embarrassment that quickly curdled into anger. “What is wrong with you?! Don’t you love me? Or is your pride worth more than being by my side?!”

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.

"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-"

The waitress took one minute to examine our faces and left us after we went through the menu. “What happens if we fall into his want?” I asked, observing the menu without seeing it. “What are our alternatives?” Dad set down his coffee. “We do something right away, record for an emergency, it can take months.” “Months of Sebastian having criminal authority over me,” I said. “Months in which we fight every step he makes,” Dad corrected. “in which we record every abuse of strength.” “And that I just decide to wait whilst he controls my life?” “You’re bonded,” mother said firmly. “That limits him. Even in human court. He can’t force you to stop a cultural marriage without risking extreme crimina

The man my father called a ‘snake in a Tom Ford suit. “He threatened him?” My mother’s voice is deadly. “Dante doesn’t do empty threats.” Luciano not making eye contact. “And now he’s calling in the debt.” Debt, my throat goes dry. “What debt? We…” “The Morettis are done waiting.” Luciano finally meets my eyes. “They want payment in blood or in vows.” My stomach plummets. “Marriage,” he says. “Dante Moretti wants a wife. He wants you.”

Nothing substantial to understand more than the fact she was forced five years ago against her wish. I looked down at Adriana. Tears shimmered in her swollen eyes and her entire frame shook with terror she could no longer hide. “Did he threaten you?” I asked calmly. “Five years ago, did he threaten you to walk down that aisle?” She lifted her gaze to mine, then flicked it toward Valentino, then back to me. No words left her lips. The silence stretched between all of us and answered louder than any confession could. In that quiet moment the foundation of my hatred cracked wide open. She had not chosen Roman freely five years ago. Someone forced her into that marriage. And that someone was thi

THE DON'S FORCED BRIDE "I can't wait to see you in those lingeries, princess." Harley Anderson never asked to be anyone's collateral. She was raised on scripture and small town grace, the pastor's daughter with a scholarship and a second chance at life, thanks to a heart transplant that should have been a miracle and nothing more. She never knew what her parents paid for it. She never knew who they owed. Until a contract lands in her hands with her father's signature on it, and one line that changes everything: if the debt isn't paid before her twenty first birthday, she belongs to the lender. Body, name, and future. His name is Don Carlos. Thirty five, ruthless, untouchable, the kind of

It was his room when it was supposed to be their's. Standing outside the door, Sara wondered what it would have been like if she truly got married. Married to a man who cared about her - about Sara. Only Sara... Not the money that came with her. But, fate had something else in store for her. Even if she dreamed sometimes about a life where she was loved by everyone, she knew it was never possible. Even if she would have gotten married with her own choice, she was going to marry someone who was Powerful so she could use his power to climb the succession ladder.