Forced Marriage Romance Novels & Stories

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

Her breathing is uneven, she is weak and can’t fight back so she just lays on me. “This is not a choice Alicia” The first time I had called her name, it rolled off my tongue so easily and I could definitely get used to it. “This is a command, you are going to marry me” “Please” A tear drop falling on my neck, I could hardly hear her voice this time. “Or do you want your family, burnt to pieces in their own house, I can do that and I will still have you as mine. We can do this the easy way where you accept me or we can do this the hard way where I take away from you everything you ever held so dearly. Pick a side”

I snatched his phone as he was calling someone. " Listen to me carefully, she is my wife and I am her husband. Dad called me to Surat and got me married to her forcefully as... Well, please don't laugh at this... I was betrothed to her. When we were kids our parents promised each other that we would be married to each other when we are settled." He was dumbfounded.

“ I don't know about that, all I know is that when he's close to me I just don't want him to go, I don't want him to leave my side and yet when he decides to stay I feel suffocated, and just wanting to disappear, I don't know Jennifer, it is driving me nuts, I wish there was something I could do to stop myself from feeling this way, he married me against my will and forced me to stay by his side as if I was some puppet, he has my parents under captivity my father is under forced labor working for him” “Your father owes him some money, we are talking about millions, how would you expect he had gotten his money? you know if he doesn't feel anything for you he will not have made you his wife, a

He raised his eyes from the computer and said seriously, "And did you expect that we will be like on our honeymoon? We have fun, take a walk and eat? It was true that it was supposed to happen, but now it's impossible." She said nervously and sadly, "Then why did you marry me!" He answered her more nervously: "Then why did you kiss me!?" "And did I have a choice in that? You forced my father in your foolish way to help him! Who knows what you would have asked him if I rejected you!" He stood and lowered his eyes towards her to look at her with a very angry look, approaching her more and more, and she retreated in fear of him until the window prevented her from coming back any more.

Her perfume was strong, almost suffocating, and her whisper was so loud in my ear, I was convinced the entire room could hear her. “Smile, Valentina. You need to look happy.” I pulled back a little, frowning, but her expression didn’t change. She was still beaming at Adrian, at Dad, and at anyone who might be looking. Only her voice betrayed her. “Don’t you see how lucky you are?” she hissed, lightly digging her nails into my arm. “I never thought we’d manage to marry you to someone like him. An Underboss, Valentina. Do you realize what this means? All the others were already taken. It was pure luck that Adrian fell into our laps. This is the best match you could’ve hoped for.”

And when the final match was lit, and the fire roared to life, Emilia watched the flames eat history with something like peace behind her eyes. Alessio stood beside her, breathing heavy. “I didn’t think you had this in you.” She turned to him. “You married the wrong woman for peace,” she said. “But the right one for war.” And he kissed her. This time not with need, or fury, or strategy. But with truth. Because in that moment, surrounded by bodies, fire, and betrayal, they finally understood something simple: The real vow was survival. ---

The stretch burned, but it was good, a kind of ache I couldn’t resist. “That’s it,” he coaxed, kissing my throat as he moved his finger. “Take me in, pretty girl.” Another whimper escaped me as he added a second finger, stretching me further. My hands clawed at the sheets, my hips moving helplessly against him. “Relax,” he whispered, his thumb brushing my cheek as his fingers worked me open. “I’ve got you. I just need to make sure you’re ready.” I dug my nails into his back, dragging them down, and he hissed at the sting but never slowed. His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries, and when he finally pulled his hand away, I was panting, my body trembling.

He held my both hands upwards on the car door and went all in again, slamming the doors in between my thighs, this time felt better, he continued thrusting gently and kissing the sensitive skin underneath my ear, while I moaned softly. “You're so tight Michelle” he whispered in my ear as he pounded harder. He groaned and slammed for the last time and my legs gave out as they shook violently. He kissed my forehead again, as he fell on me breathing hard. A few minutes later, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close as if protecting something fragile. The windows steamed up, and for a while, it was just us—lost in a moment we shouldn’t have shared. *** The early morning breeze at 5 AM stirr

He’d been working on a foolproof plan to get them out of the south for a long time, only for his father to go behind his back and provide and alliance between both families. He hated it. The action made their family look weak, like they were begging for scraps from people they were more powerful than. A wedding invitation came in a week later and he was forced to attend, although he would rather have his life force drained from him than dwaddle with the enemy. He took one look at the bride and thought to himself that she wasn’t bad. He’s always heard of a daughter in the Moretti family, the heir to the fortune who was for sure going to plunge the business since he couldn’t have a son. Maximo