Husbands Forced Bi Novels & Stories

"No, I didn't let her manipulate me." "So it's her." "But she said right Abhi. Look at you and look at me. We are of no match." "Yeah. Look at you. So beautiful and innocent and look at me. I am an evil brother. A bad son and Not Even a good husband. I forced you. I manipulated you Yukti. I cheated and I broke your trust and Forced you to sign the papers." "You are not a bad son. I have never seen a guy so concerned and caring for his mother. I am happy that I am your wife. You Respect women and Don't treat them like trash and about forced marriage you did it Because you loved me."

Slowly, I approached the door and peeked through the gap. My breath caught when I saw papa lying on the bed, his usually strong and commanding presence now subdued. He looked pale, his features weary. James stood beside him, his face filled with concern. “You should tell them, sir,” James said softly but firmly. “They have a right to know about your health. You can’t keep this a secret forever” Papa sighed deeply, his voice heavy with resignation. “James, I’ve already burdened them enough. I forced them into this marriage when none of them wanted it. They already resent me for it”.

Impatience dripped from her words. Her mother glanced down at her own clenched fists, then back up at Amelia. Tears glistened in her eyes as she spoke the truth. "Three months ago, your father went on a business trip. And on that trip, he made a terrible mistake. His company was in deep trouble, losing money left and right. The only way to save their company was to sign an agreement with another firm. The chairman of that firm suggested their children marry, as a guarantee of loyalty. Your father had no choice but to sign the godforsaken agreement."

“But with your help, Natalia, we’ll triple that number within a year. Perhaps more, given your history of producing twins.” I swallowed hard. “And the other mothers? The women who birthed these children before me?” “I’ve had seven wives over the years. Each one carefully chosen for their bloodlines, their strength.” He gestured at me with his fork. “You’ll be the eighth. And the most powerful.” Seven wives. Seven women forced to breed for this monster’s army. I tried not to let my horror show on my face. “What happened to them?” I asked quietly. “Some unfortunately died in childbirth. Others… outlived their usefulness.” I hated how fucking casually he said it. “But each one gave me dozens of

Just like that? "The last time I checked, we never got married. Not in reality, and not even on camera." His expression changed. "I'm pretty sure you're much more learned than I am to know that signing on that damn contract paper doesn't make us couples yet. So, if you really want someone to play your pretty wife show, then go get yourself one. As for me, I'm just Alvina Frost." "You do realize you're under my roof, don't you?" He frowned. "And I give the orders here. All I expect from you is to follow every single one of them."

More desperate than the last time they met. Helena threw her body back and let the back of the chair keep her back straight against the woman with big guts. Beatrice had made her point clear. In front of Aaron too. Beatrice indirectly had also challenged her. And Helena didn't want to pretend that she didn't notice anymore. The woman's wish was simple. Separating her and Aaron and breaking their marriage bond. Okay. Beatrice herself had cornered Helena to react like that. She shouldn't blame Helena if the result would definitely disappoint her. Helena wouldn't give up so easily. She would defend Aaron at all costs and ensure her husband was not seduced by his secretary.

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.

I looked once more at the bottle I was holding. “Poison?” I immediately shoved the bottle into her open hand but she did not take it. “No, never.” I declared firmly. “How can you ask this of me? I will never harm my husband.” “You are confused, Addison. This is not a request, it is an order from your uncle. He commands you to do this for him or you will not like the consequences. Remember that Andrew and Edward’s lives are in his hands, he can have them decapitated in the blink of an eye,” she threaten me.

"It is. Ezra feared what might happen after that strange and short encounter with the king. I assumed nothing, but still deep inside I suspected otherwise. If he called the king's attention, his logic told him that in that case he had to maintain the favor as it were, because his formula of non-existence would lose effectiveness. A concubine who fell out of favor with the king was the favorite pastime of high-ranking wives. It was a matter of survival and often superiority. If a wife acquired significant power in the hierarchy, she would make her power known to the other wives and what better way to make herself felt than to oppress the less powerful.

She couldn't stand seeing her only daughter be with her ex-husband, who she couldn't get over. Thirdly and bow it's Theodore Fitzgerald, my second freaking mate if such a thing even exists. He came to our pack, competed in the pack run, and won. And when it was time for him to demand what he wanted, he said it was me. When my husband refused, he fought with him and took me away by force. He hurt my husband so bad that I don't even know if Calhoun is alive. To think we're always getting separated from each other even when we work so hard to stay together as mates, husband and wife, and Alpha and Luna.