Forced To Marry My Bully Novels & Stories

My eyes caught the sight of Nyla and Brian tugging at each other's clothes while my father tried to separate them, and a chuckle escaped my lips at the cute struggle. I held the bouquet firmly, slowly trotting on the cream rug that was laid out for me to walk on, and my mind drifted back to the day I stormed into Eden's wedding. That day, I confirmed that I was cursed and nothing good could happen to me. But here I was today, about to be properly married to my former high school bully, who put his life on the line for me, together with my father and my late mother's friends. I had three beautiful kids, two of which came out of my womb and made me a complete woman. My mother's legacy was stil

Maybe because he couldn’t stand, or maybe because they wanted to make the whole show feel “balanced.” My eyes met his immediately—Keith. There was one thing sixteen-year-old me imagined too: the best man was supposed to be the groom. The man I dreamed of marrying was just standing behind the man I was being forced to marry. How cruel can life be? I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and suddenly, I wanted to back out. I didn’t want to do this. My grip tightened around the bouquet. No. My daughter. I have to do this for her. She’s my priority.

We… We actually didn't do anything…" Martin stuttered. In order to marry me, Martin had his legs brutally broken by his father and was then given the punishment of kneeling in the yard for an entire night. Soon after, he was bombarded with harsh words and criticism. Many people called him crazy for intending to marry his brother's girlfriend. However, he made up his mind and declared loudly and firmly, "I will marry no one but Audrey in this life. Or else, you can just kill me." However, just a few years later, he couldn't bear the loneliness and even sought excitement in the office. He even did it with the person I hated the most. Florence was the one who initiated the bullying against me a

“You keep saying Wayne locked you up. Did he starve you? Did he beat you? He gave you food, drinks, a computer, a phone—you were living comfortably. And you dare call that bullying? “Don’t bring Wayne into this again. This has nothing to do with him. Just stop going after Archer. Pick someone else. Your mother and I will see who’s willing to marry you. But Archer? That’s never going to happen.” The more she listened, the more tears burned her eyes. Finally she broke down crying. “If I can’t marry Archer, then I’d rather never marry at all!”

What kind of twisted game was this? “You said you’d do everything I wanted.” he turned on his heels but didn’t look at me. “And I want to make this baby the traditional way.” I held my breath, feeling as though I might die right then and there. I watched Gregory, dressed in his unbuttoned white shirt, his icy blue eyes, and the strands of hair that insistently fell over his face. He was undeniably handsome, but he was cruel for proposing such a condition. He left, leaving me with more questions than answers. Fear consumed my thoughts. How could I have been so naive? I was doomed to remain with a man who had forced me into marriage and who had bought me for his benefit.

“Then you... I can go to Evelyn. She can cancel it. You’re being forced, aren’t you?” I looked at him quietly. The man who had watched me being whipped with an indifference that froze the bone now sounded like he was begging. He asked if I was being forced. “No.” I cut him off again. “I want to marry Vetle.” The words were steady, though they tasted like exhaustion. I had too many reasons: my grandmother’s illness, the Pack’s cruelty. If I wanted to live, I had to gamble on a path. It wasn’t spite, and it wasn’t revenge.

"Do you concede Jezzebelle? Or must we continue this charade?" He rubbed his thumb down her cheek. She jerked her face away, knowing she would not be able to defeat him at least not today. "Yeah I guess, I really do not have a choice. I just do not like being bullied into having to be forced into an arranged marriage. I do want some of my freedom.

~CASSIAN~ I slammed my fist on the table, "Have you lost your minds?" I growled. "I am already married to Aurora. Have you forgotten that? I am still bound to the last marriage you forced me into." A marriage that I was happy that they'd forced me into. However, they didn't need to know such details. These people hated to see anyone happy.

Brayden had been so perfect all evening and she even found his business social skills cute. That was all until she heard how he had anonymously bullied her parents into submission the same way he had bullied her into marrying him. He had not only changed her life forever but he was making changes in her family’s life as well. She knew she wanted him to fulfill his part of the Death Contract, but she thought they were going to do it gently and talk about it. She thought she was going to be involved. She wasn’t sure how she could explain marrying Brayden and then immediately buying the restaurant and house.

I moved back. " NO, I will not get married to you. You! scoundrel ." I screamed. "Follow me," he said as he grabbed my wrist and made me move forward. "Why do I have to? I didn't agree to get married to you. you are forcing me. am I a dog to listen to your words?" I said and freed myself from his grip. "shut up," he yelled as he grabbed my neck. "Don't test my patience, Risa." He shouted. His eyes met mine. For a second, the silence evolved around us.