Forced Marriage Romance Novels & Stories

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 straight, hating the way he thought t

Robert explained, looking at me with a hint of disdain. I felt a surge of anger and hurt wash over me. How dare he insult my background and try to buy me off like some kind of commodity. "I'm sorry, but I won't accept any money to end my marriage. Alex and I love each other, and we'll work through any problems we have," I said firmly, standing up. Robert raised an eyebrow. "Very well. I'll relay the message to Mr. Grey Sr. However, I must warn you that he will not take kindly to your refusal," he said, getting up to leave.

Their high school and college were filled with romantic memories. They were blindly in love and didn't care about the outcome, or their families approval, being in a Forbidden Love, the community and their families didn't approve of it. But they are stubborn enough and won't let anyone or some history bring an end to their relationship, so they ran away together.

Was he unkind? He had broken a man's neck. He will be the mob boss in New York. I whispered, "Father,Please don't make me marry that man," I begged. Father's face became more serious. "You'll wed Damon Vitiello. On that, Salvatore, his father, and I shook hands. You'll treat him well as a wife and act like a proper lady when you see him for the engagement celebrations." "Engagement celebration?" I repeated. My speech seemed far away, like though a fog had obscured my ears.

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And is it creepy that I want him to keep talking to me in that tone? “Do you honestly believe I chose to do this just to be there for you or because I'm a knight in shining armor? I'm not, Anastasia. Far from it.” “Then what are you?” “Whatever the knights in shining armor fight. And that means there's not one noble, sacrificing bone in my body. The reason I'm marrying you isn't because I want to protect you or your father's legacy. I'm protecting my firm and my own legacy. So the fact that you feel like a burden is needless and unnecessary. We are using each other. Do you understand?”

"You need to understand exactly what you are to me. You're not a person. You're a debt payment. Your father took from me, so I'm taking his daughter." I stared at the papers. "Even if everything you said is true, I didn't do anything. Why punish me?" "Because you're all he has left." Damian's smile was cruel. "He's dead. I can't make him suffer. But I can make you suffer in his place. Every day you'll remember that you sold yourself because of what he did." "You're a monster." "Yes." He pushed the contract closer. "But I'm a monster who can save your sister. Marriage. One year minimum. You'll live here, attend events as my wife, play the part publicly."

"Focus on the mainframe. Leave the dead where they belong." Before I could counter his deflection, he pulled me flush against his body, his mouth crashing into mine with a fierce desperation that completely drowned out the legal threats and the bloody warnings of the ballroom. The encounter was a chaotic storm of mutual addiction and burning defiance, a high-stakes romance where the power dynamic was entirely tangled between legal marriage and forced captivity. We burned each other alive in the dark, using the physical intensity of our bodies to escape the ghosts that were actively scratching at our windows.

"I do," The priest nodded. “You may kiss your bride.” Caden leaned in slowly, gently, but Emily met him halfway. The kiss was soft, unhurried, and real, unlike their last wedding kiss. "I love you," Caden whispered, pulling away slowly. "I love you too," Emily replied with a smile. The church filled with quiet applause as they turned to face everyone, hands still intertwined. This time, it was love, not obligation. The End!

"You cannot deceive us. Now that we know you had a child with him, we will..." "I don't, okay!" Why does he insist that Ace get her pregnant? The man smiled. "Anyway, I am Val Cr—" "I could care less who you are, Mister. All I've ever desired is to return home. My daughter is waiting—" she began but was interrupted by a man named Val. “Yeah. Excellent. After all these years of persuasion, he refuses to join our group since he has a private life. He's indeed a deceiver. Ace fooled me by making me feel that he has not yet moved on after the death of his fiancé ten years ago.”