Forced To Love: A Ceo's Captive Bride. Novels & Stories

"I'm sure you know why I called you here", Mary said. "Yes", Valerie replied. "Good. Look, I know it's not your choice to marry Valentino but we insist on you both getting married", Mary said "And why's that? I mean he's dating my cousin Mariana and they're so in love..why don't you just let them get married", Valerie asked. "I know all of that but we don't want your cousin, what we want is you. You have to get married to Valentino", Mary said.

"I am Brenda Ciffoni, and I will not play around with a marriage like that. I will only marry the man of my choice, and there is no such thing as a contract marriage or anything like that. Don't even dream that I will agree to your ridiculous request!" Brenda shook her head, and then she tried to unlock the door. When she saw the automatic key at the driver's seat, she stood up and tried to reach it, attempting to unlock the door and leave immediately. But... "Where are you going? Hmm? Stay here. I didn't get the answer I wanted. See, if you disagree, I will still force you!" Brenda quickly shook her head, pushing away Demitri's strong grip. "I won't let you go until your answer satisfies me

Threatening him. "You can interpret it however you wish, but that's the facts and you damn right know it, you work with me and you keep your current position, no struggle there" Beatrice shrugged and Caden closed his eyes in utter pain. "Mom!" Lia called, and Beatrice turned to her. "Ohh dear, I haven't forgotten." she smiled at her daughter before turning back to Caden. "You'll have to marry Lia too, by the way," she said, and Caden's gaze snapped towards her sharply.

“An arrangement that saved my family’s company, right? Yet they couldn’t wait to get rid of me. And now you’re treating me like I’m a prisoner in this house.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You think this is a prison? You have no idea what real prisons look like. You get food, clothes, a roof over your head that’s better than anything your father could provide. Be grateful.” “Grateful?” I pushed my chair back and stood up, heart pounding. This was the first real conversation we’d had, and it already felt like a fight. “I didn’t ask for any of this. I didn’t ask to marry a man who won’t even look at me during dinner or eat in the same room. I signed those papers because my father guilt-tri

“The marriage to Xavier Blackwell was supposed to be mine. I was supposed to be the one living in that penthouse, wearing those clothes, being Mrs. Blackwell. But no, somehow you—you, the orphan we took in out of pity—you ended up with everything I wanted.” My mouth opened but no words came out. I was completely tongue–tied. This couldn’t be real. Yes, we’d never been close, yes, she’d always been cold to me, but this? She was still my sister at the end of the day, we'd still grown up together. Yet she works with the very people who killed my parents and were trying to kill me. “When the arrangement fell through,” Jennifer continued, pacing slowly like a caged animal, “when Daddy came home a

He stepped right in front of me blocking my path. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the great Damian Kane. The man who thinks he can have anything he wants," Victor said loud enough that people nearby turned to look. "Victor. I don't want any trouble tonight. Just move aside," I said calmly. "Trouble? I'm not causing trouble. I'm just stating facts. Like the fact that you stole another man's fiancée, trapped her with a contract marriage, and the fact that you're nothing but a cold hearted businessman who doesn't know how to actually love someone," Victor said even louder now.

”I know that this marriage was forced into it or it may not have been something you want but I want us to try and work things out or even if we have to fake it, just for our daughter. “I don’t want her to ever have the thought that her parents don’t love her or each other” She stared at me “I understand. I can do that for my daughter” “Ok.”I breathed out “Goodnight then” “Goodnight Colton “ she said, stepping out and taking a sleeping lily with her. I stared until she entered and drove off, wondering what this married life would be like.

Christopher countered smoothly, his voice unyielding, carrying the weight of my dilemma. "You will not turn my family name into a public slaughterhouse because of your chaotic street romances and your lack of discipline. If you want this -girl in your arms to live her remaining years , then you will do as i say.", "-You will return to the company tomorrow morning. You will take your rightful place at the CEO. And you will marry Victoria." What?... "You cant do this....you cant force me into a union im not interested in...you cant do this!" I coughed out, the splitters of blood staining his well tailored coat.

I won't let her go even if my love comes back one day. She will be my precious possession which I'll protect from everyone. I'll keep her locked in our room so that no other guy can look at her. Her green eyes will only see me. Her pretty petals will be tasted by me only. Only I will take her in my arms and hug her close to my heart. Not because I love her. But because she is my wife and she is MINE. SHE WAS FORCED ON ME BUT NOW SHE BELONGS TO ME.

The waitress asked and looked at the billionaire, that seemed disgusted with where she lived. “Either you take my offer, and everyone wins. Or, you reject, and I still take you with me, but your family dies.” The billionaire shrugged. He truly was a heartless man. “You can’t force me. That’s illegal.” “Try me, sweetheart. You have no idea how far I am willing to go to get what I want.” Declan threatened, and his eyes darkened. A shiver ran down Sienna’s spine, and the hairs on her body stood up. Declan leaned over closer to her, and she tensed up. He opened the door and waited for the waitress to climb out before driving away.