Forced To Marry My Bully Novels & Stories

But it changed nine years ago when my best friend, the person I thought would have my back through the scandal with my father and my mother’s abandonment, did the unthinkable. He left me. He left me knowing fully well what his family is capable of. I haven’t smiled since. I looked at the purple bruises all over my body, my back was hurt, and my stomach felt like it was going to explode. Nothing I’ve been put through has been of my consent. Being forced to marry Barry Darkwood, and have his child was not what I wanted for my life. I would have preferred to live on the streets. I even suggested that. I told them I would leave. They beat me for each attempt.

Forcing her tone to sound light and pleasant, even though she wants to demand and yell at this woman. Agatha looks at Ally and sighs. “You will not be able to tell Mr Symons anything. He has not been very well and I am afraid that he is more dangerous these days than he ever was before. If you want to stay alive, you will have to do what you are told. This family does not tolerate public embarrassment and you telling the world you were forced to marry this man will be exactly that.” Agatha says in the same tone as before. “Now come, and remember what I told you.”

he asked another question. “Well. It was after some days that you left.” I answered. “Are you happy?” He asked, looking in my eyes, “Did he force you?” Of course, he forced me to marry him. I wanted to shout and tell everyone that Raven Blackwood forced me to marry him. But there was nothing to be done now, even if I told him. On the contrary, it would just completely make things complicated. So, I shook my head slowly, “It was a contract marriage.”

How come he was marrying one… how come he married her? Would she understand that he was trapped? It did not go down clean this time. It clawed up something bitter in his throat, something too close to regret. “You didn’t have to throw the dagger,” his wolf told him. “You could have just spoken.” But the truth was, he wanted somebody to pay for him being forced to marry her. He could not punish the elders, nor could he do anything to his father. He also wanted them to see. That just because they could force him didn't mean he was a pushover or easy to deal with.

"No! That's absolute bullshit. I never thought of you as—" "But that's exactly what happened! From the very start, I was just your damn pawn. You only married me to use me. You used our marriage as a convenient little cover-up to hide the fact that you're gay! This marriage was toxic from day one. You only ever touched me because you couldn't stand having your pride crushed by me, not because you actually loved me." Sierra turned her face away. After holding it in for so long, the tears finally broke free.

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

Anger simmered under my skin as I stood abruptly, knocking back the rest of my whiskey, and slamming the glass back down on the desk I wanted to yell, to hit something, to put my fist through the wall, his desk, and him. Instead, I nodded “Okay then,” I said. Inside I was still boiling, the heat and pressure building. “Good,” my father said. “The contract for the engagement is in a few days” Marriages in the Mafia world were meant to build alliances And for the first time since walking into that mansion…I wondered who the real enemy was going to be. The Steeles;my father or the woman I was being forced to marry.

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.

Alpha Atticus’ Point of View still The two days leading up to the forced marriage were a blur of frustrating activity and simmering rage. Really, I couldn't believe it was happening! I was an Alpha, my heart and soul iron-clad to my chosen mate, Anna, yet here I was, being maneuvered into bigamy by a human Chief and his calculating daughter. Every muscle in my body fought the situation, but the constraints were absolute. Farah had me completely trapped.

I’ve been bullied for not being able to shift, been treated like shit by my community, my parents sold me off because they didn’t know what else to do with me, I’m married to one of my bullies, and his exes have hexed me, and now I’m looking left and right, vigilant, wondering what demonic thing they’ve cooked up from this hex. Now this bozo here is suggesting I should learn how to fight instead of just stopping this whole thing entirely. For a princess, my life truly sucks. “You’re serious, you’re actually serious.” “What? Of course I’m serious.” “You want to teach me how to fight. Fight what? Monsters? I didn’t do anything. Why do I have to fight monsters when I didn’t do anything? I shoul