Husbands Forced Bi Novels & Stories

“NO, we can’t.” “What do you mean we can’t?” He asked and I could see the anger in his face as the truth of a forced marriage was starting to sink in. "If you and Jared want to keep your business and to keep your house and remain debt free, then we can't. Ace said that if I didn’t marry him that he would run your business to the ground and tear down your house that you worked so hard for and that he would pay all of your debts.” I said Alex’s eyes grew wide with shock. “You – you knew… about my house? The business?” He asked and I nodded. “Yes. I came over that day when the man in the suit talked to you guys. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but… and then the man left and I tried to leave too, but

"Marriage?" "Yes," I said steadily. "You can't erase what's been done, but you can reframe it. If Gio takes her as his wife, not his mistress, then any claim her master has weakens. A Don can't touch the lawful wife of another family without igniting a blood feud. You know the code as well as I do." His jaw worked, the vein in his temple still throbbing, but he was listening.

“That's all we can do right now.” Afgan nodded, feeling honored by his father's presence. Although guilt and loss still weighed heavily on his heart, he knew that his family could be a source of support and strength to get through this difficult time together. While waiting for further news from the search team and the condition of his in-laws, they sat together. Afgan occasionally turns to his father with a look of understanding, “Is this the origin of the forced marriage?” Achmed was a little awkward at the question, so he nodded and took a deep breath before answering, “Yes, as a form of my responsibility towards Bik Minah's son.”

"Real people with families and futures. How do I live with that?" Giuliana was quiet for a long moment, swirling the wine in her glass. Finally, she spoke. "When I was twenty-three, the Moretti family was at war with the Calabrese organization. They kidnapped my younger sister, Rosa. She was nineteen, engaged to be married, full of life. The Calabrese sent a message. Give them control of our northern shipping routes, or Rosa would die. My husband wanted to negotiate. The family elders wanted to trade. But I said no."

“Alexander Lucas, the clauses are not acceptable, and for me, they are too strict.” This eventually begins the first confrontation. I boldly face him and speak courageously, despite my emotional damage. I continue speaking. “You mean no friends, no family, no freedom, no phone, just total control. Is that even possible? Because I have a very important family member to check on, and I can’t forfeit checking on her,” I said bluntly. Standing up, he replies calmly and coldly. “Isabella, remember this is not a normal marriage… It’s a contract marriage.”

Forcing her tone to sound light and pleasant, even though she wants to demand and yell at this woman. Agatha looks at Ally and sighs. “You will not be able to tell Mr Symons anything. He has not been very well and I am afraid that he is more dangerous these days than he ever was before. If you want to stay alive, you will have to do what you are told. This family does not tolerate public embarrassment and you telling the world you were forced to marry this man will be exactly that.” Agatha says in the same tone as before. “Now come, and remember what I told you.”

I wanted all of that and more. My husband however was a riddle. Certainly, I knew where he was coming from. His father treated him like an asset and then forced him to marry a stranger who had sold herself for the financial support that came from his name and then he was pressured to be a good husband to secure his position in the family business. It was certainly too many blows for any one person to handle. And Daniel was losing it. I could see him cracking every time I looked deep into his eyes. The question was what would become of our marriage when he did crack?

We’re already here at the reception and I’m currently talking with five guys. They’ve explained what is really happening and I found out that the guy beside me was forced to marry because if he doesn’t, his grandfather will take all of his riches and send him to their farm. I scoffed at his reasons. What’s wrong with being a farmer? For his information, it is the farmers that provide us food to eat but unfortunately, they were unappreciated and often abused by the country’s government itself.

Jackson loved owning me and that was the truth, the only truth. "We have a party to attend." My hands were beginning to tremble. He was getting too aroused and I didn't want him taking my body again. I never thought I could be so humiliated, so weak and degraded to nothing than when my own husband force himself inside me. "We do, and I will look like a King with you by my side. I know you're upset, sweetheart. We are strong enough to defeat the Dark Wolves though. Be my wife and let's finish this once and for all."

If Their father forces them, They have no way to refuse. " I will try my best. " Her expression is the same, Indifferent and emotionless. Mostly like she is some robot. But Mrs. Williamson has no idea because she is lost in her worries and anxiety. " Then.. Let's go after signing the papers.." Mrs Williamson joyfully takes the marriage certificate out. Alisha feels a little weird as she notices the signature of Jacob on the paper. " Did your son accept the marriage?" She asked frowning.. " No. I forced him when he was drunk. All he can do is drink and stay in his room for days."