Historical Romance Forced Marriage Novels & Stories

His grip on my waist tightened and pulled me closer to him if that was even possible because we were as close as two fingers joined. “Annabella, you are mine and we don’t have to argue over this as you and I both know that you are mine in every way possible. Also, there isn’t a chance of both you and Isabella meeting any time soon. You will marry me in front of my clan either willingly or unwillingly. You and I both know that YOU will be there in front of me on the aisle anyhow so why not save time and energy for later use and accept this and be there willingly?” He ended his speech with a question and I was listening to him like an obedient child. I knew I had lost the battle even if it had

he asked as he caressed her hair. She turned her face away, expecting him to say something crude. “You are a real warrior,” he confessed. “The way you fight back even in the worst situations…” She widened her eyes in shocked surprise. “Now you’re under me, and I’ve cuffed your hands,” he continued. “If it had been another girl in your position, she would have begged, apologized, begged me to leave her alone. But you’re different … you still have the strength to argue even now. The day I blamed you for spying, instead of trying to escape, you tried to explain that you were innocent. I liked that honesty. It drew me to you, and that’s why I married you. Do you think I forced you to marry me? Y

Her eyes jerked away afraid that he might see the deep pain crossed her eyes. "Look we may be married but we both knew that we were forced to be in this situation. You were forced to marry me because you owe my family and I agreed to marry you in return to have all the De Hizon's businesses. We got married for a purpose so stop overacting like I committed a big sin."

"You didn't have a choice in the first place. I was just humoring you. Vincent gave me the strict order to pay for everything." I grit my teeth, feeling anger bubbling up inside me. Vincent's control is already suffocating, and we are not even married yet. But I realize that I must play along for now. "Thank him for me, Nathan," I say through clenched teeth, forcing a smile. Nathan nods. "Think of it as your payment for being forced into this marriage," Natalie whispers in my ear. Aha...that is true. I should spend this bastard's money even more then!

The man my father called a ‘snake in a Tom Ford suit. “He threatened him?” My mother’s voice is deadly. “Dante doesn’t do empty threats.” Luciano not making eye contact. “And now he’s calling in the debt.” Debt, my throat goes dry. “What debt? We…” “The Morettis are done waiting.” Luciano finally meets my eyes. “They want payment in blood or in vows.” My stomach plummets. “Marriage,” he says. “Dante Moretti wants a wife. He wants you.”

He asked me, suddenly bringing up the box. "I never got to open it. Before I knew Kashton took it with him and never gave it back, he blackmailed me with the life of my shuttles. My aunts I mean. And he forced me into the marriage," I told him, his head of repeated nod. "He did that?" He asked me, my head on the nod. "Well, what about his gift? What did his had?" He asked me, "How do you know about his gift?" I instantly asked him.

Love saved us from death. Now at the altar, in front of the pastor, we were renewing our marriage vows. A forced marriage that began with an illegal purchase was now becoming real. I wore a beautiful white dress while holding Gregory’s hand and promising to make him happy for the rest of our lives. “I love you, Emma Scott.” Those were the most beautiful words I could hear from Gregory’s lips. Because I loved him too and wanted to live by his side forever. We were married again, this time the right way, writing the right story so we could be truly happy. Every new beginning is good, and everyone deserves a second chance.

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.

"Sorry, Ed. I just didn't expect it. But, how did that happen and who is the lucky woman? You don't have a girlfriend anyway, so who did you marry? Oh, could it be that you married Vienna because you two accidentally had a relationship… yes, you know. As a normal guy, there's a pretty girl in your house, of course you want to try to feel that sensation, don't you? Eh, what's her name, umh … Vienna, yeah, Vienna!” Jonathan laughed. Edwin glared and patted his shoulder with the menu book tucked away on his desk. The man's eyes rounded perfectly, feeling annoyed with his friend's words, whose attitude was not much different from Jovan's who liked to be blunt. "I'm not that insulting to have to

For a girl who'd fled at 18, Marisol wouldn't hesitate to burn everything down if cornered. Only now did they finally settle down enough to talk. It didn't take long for Marisol to piece it together, and she was momentarily speechless. They were here to force her into a marriage. After all these years, they were still trying to squeeze what little value they could from her. They'd found a man she'd never met to trade her off to in exchange for money to fund Nathan's wedding. How persistent they were.