Husbands Forced Bi Novels & Stories

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

"It's my husband. He forced me to do it." ^^^^

The more Rita read the conditions, the angrier she became. It was so biased and only mentioned conditions for her. [Party B shall be a good wife and perform her wifely duties perfectly without complaining. These include; Making party A breakfast before he goes for work, preparing his work clothes and giving him his conjugal rights.] [Party B shall not interfere in party A’s private life and will not cause a scene whatsoever.] [Party B shall put in her best efforts into making sure Party A is satisfied and comfortable.]

"Can you please open up?" I think it's a lost cause, but before I turn back the way I came, the door swings open and Sebastian grabs me. I squeal when he slams me against the wall, his hands shackling my wrists to the wall. He gets into my face and curls his lip. "If you think this marriage is going to be sunshine and rainbows, think again. I didn't want to marry you. I was forced into it. If you expect something else, you're not getting it. I may be your husband on paper, but I'm not yours in any other sense of the word. Do you understand me?"

They won't love back until they are forced. " You always doubted my character because of Adiba. You raped me accusing me of whoring around with my cousin. I tried many times to understand you, adjust with you. I tried many times to accept this marriage but every time you ruined everything. You forced everything on me. Your name, your psychotic behaviour, your lifestyle and even your love. You never asked about my feelings before forcing all this on me, "Erina told all this while her chest was heaving up and down.

"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."

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.