Forced To Marry My Bully Novels & Stories

I bowed down. “They promised me . . .” I said slowly. “The night they announced that Callum and I were getting married.” She stared at me intently, waiting for what I had to say. “They promised me that they will let you choose your own path if I agree to marry Callum. They said they will not force you to marry someone else. That’s why I agreed. For your freedom. I do not want you . . . to have the same faith like me who was forced to marry. Although I love Callum, I still don’t like the forced marriage between us. And that’s what I don’t want you to be like me, Sister. It’s over now. . . and this is what they will do? They did not keep their promise.” My tears fell and Ate Kiana immediately

Hoping his mother would give in. "As I've said, we don't have much time. I'm sorry, Gordon. But it looks like there is someone powerful behind this, and the only solution for us is if you marry someone who could help us," Mary said sternly as she was about to lose her patience. Gordon's jaw clenched in frustration, but deep down, he knew that his mother was right, which angered him to the core. How would he take revenge on Brandon?

They don’t know who I am. Veronica has always been evil, but I don’t want this for her. “Please, don’t do this!” I shout, now my fist pounding against his shoulder. “You can’t do this!!!” I start to fight back, but he only laughs. “Maybe we should skip the van and go to that shed, too?” The bile rises in the back of my throat as I realize I may not be going to the shed now, but I will be forced to be mated and become a breeder…. My family may have treated me poorly, but I was never forced to do anything like that before.

“But… I can’t marry you! It doesn’t sound normal. Why the hell would I do that?” “Well, as you might have guessed, you don’t have a choice in this situation. You either agree to the contract marriage or I’ll send you back to jail.” My heartbeat accelerated at that threat and I realized that I was basically trapped between two hells. Return back to jail or agree to this atrocity. “Do not get the wrong idea, I don’t particularly want this. You'll be my last option when it comes to marriage.” He pointed out and I’d be lying if I claimed that didn’t hurt.

I let Ethan and the designer discuss which style to customize for me while the assistant measured my body dimensions. The shop’s backyard was a small garden, which caught my attention more than the dresses. So, while they were talking, I lifted my skirt and wandered to the small pond in the backyard. There was a door at the back of the garden, and beyond it seemed like a path to unlimited freedom. I’d thought about running away countless times. But when I finally mustered the courage, I was disheartened to realize I had nowhere to go. My mother was desperate for me to marry Ethan, pulling my hand and urging me not to resist.

“I was the sacrificial lamb, and you keep thriving on the sale of my future, you of all people have no right to come in here and act righteous.” Silence settled on us once more. “But you know what father, I am not even mad at you, in fact, I am thankful you slapped some senses into me the day I tried to refuse this marriage, because guess what? It’s the best fucking thing that has happened to me.” His expression darkened. “Yes, I forced you to marry my friend’s son. And what did you do with that opportunity? You destroyed their family.” His voice sharpened. “Keegan is divorcing his wife because of you. And his other son, the one you ruined, is in rehab.”

It was Adrian. “So,” he said, laughing, “how’s the honeymoon going? Did the ice melt yet?” “Shut the hell up,” I muttered. “You know why I’m here. It’s torture.” Adrian laughed again. “I don’t blame you. She did force you into it. I still can’t believe you went through with the wedding.” Of course I did. She was a cunning woman, her trap was well laid, and I fell in. "At least you learnt a valuable lesson about dipping your dick into anything." Adrain thought what he said was funny because he followed it with a loud laugh.

He had not let go. Carol looked at Mom. “Carla Monroe.” Mom swayed. “Me?” she said. “I do not want it.” “You do not have to want it,” Carol said. “You own it.” Mom covered her mouth. Fourteen years. She married her husband’s killer to watch him. And now she owned his empire. “Isla,” Roman said. He took my face in his hands. Gentle. His thumbs brushed under my eyes, wiping soot I did not feel. “You do not have to do this. We can walk away. Sell it. Burn it. Whatever you want.”

She saw me there and came to me and slapped me very hard. She caught hold of my collar and said, " What is all this? You didn't even bother to tell me that you got married. That girl Manu is so cute, humble and beautiful. She lived with us with so much love. She is really good. How could you do that to her? " " I am sorry ma... Dad forced me to get married to her..... "

It was his room when it was supposed to be their's. Standing outside the door, Sara wondered what it would have been like if she truly got married. Married to a man who cared about her - about Sara. Only Sara... Not the money that came with her. But, fate had something else in store for her. Even if she dreamed sometimes about a life where she was loved by everyone, she knew it was never possible. Even if she would have gotten married with her own choice, she was going to marry someone who was Powerful so she could use his power to climb the succession ladder.