Marriage Escape Novels & Stories

"I need an answer from you, Katleah. Will you be my wife? Are you ready to spend the rest of your life with me? " "Yes. I will marry you, Marco," Katleah stammered and nervously answered. When he heard the girl's response, Marco's face lit up. He was happy because he would finally marry the woman he desired. Marco kissed her on the lips unexpectedly. When Katleah kissed back, the simple act escalated into something much more passionate and bewildering. When they finally broke apart to catch their breath, that's when the kiss ended. They embraced one another for an extended time and felt each heartbeat their hearts desired to express. They returned to the pool after a few minutes, laughing an

He didn’t let me waste more time, instead he read his stupid vows out and I wasn’t even listening anyways. We exchange ring and he was expecting a kiss from me, I didn’t kiss him instead he forced his kisses on me. My stepmom and my relatives clapped their hands. After the wedding, I see Mike distribute envelopes to them all which I know the envelopes contains money. After the wedding, I told him, I want to see my husband and kids. He told me that when the phone lands that he would make the call that my husband should be freed. The plane landed and we were led into the ship,I thought I could escape but his men were al around , it was hard escaping.

I didn't want to marry him but at least I would fulfill my dream wedding. "We will be buying later." Then he sat down on the chair busy on his cellphone. Later when I realized, what about my escape plan. Shit! My happiness suddenly disappeared. I couldn't escape now, what a very unlucky me. Since we're here, I would try to escape before the wedding since this was a town. Someone might help me. I was walking around the church looking at the things inside, the pictures, paintings, verses, and others. A picture caught my attention until someone disturbed me.

“What? How? Why would they give you this much money? They hired you and paid you up front?” I sink onto the couch, exhaustion crashing into me all at once. “I didn’t work for them.” Her voice rises. “Then what did you do?” I close my eyes for a moment, then open them and meet her gaze. “They want me to marry their son.” The silence that follows feels endless. Until finally she responds. “What?!” “Two years,” I say. “A contract. A child. Then I’m free.” She stands abruptly. “No. No, absolutely not. This is insane!! This is how people disappear!! Have you never watched a crime documentary in your life?!”

"It was a disturbingly short period of seeing you and wanting to... needing to make you mine. I'm not perfect, but real men are not perfect, and perfect men are not real. I love you, and I promise that as long as I breathe, I will always and forever love you, cherish you, and worship the ground you walk upon. Please mark..." "Yes. Yes. Yes." I start shouting and jumping even before he completes the sentence. "Yes, I will marry you." He kisses me. Everything happens so fast; one moment we are having pussy-wretching sex, and the next moment we are getting married in court, waving our family farewell as they board a plane to Indonesia, and we leave to Dubai for our honeymoon. We are weeping in

It knows when to brace, when to stay quiet, when to stop hoping it’ll be different this time. Because it’s never is.. I know how many times have prayed for that to happen but it doesn’t and even when it does, it ends up being a fucking trick where he pretends to change and beats me even more. And yes escape is always the first thing that crosses your mind in situations like this, but when you marry into the most well connected and wealthiest family in the world there’s no fucking escape. Especially for a marriage that’s written and paid in blood. Leaving a marriage in the mafia isn’t the same as any typical divorce, there are no lawyers, no signed papers, no clean exits guaranteed. There’s n

"Don't hang up in a hurry. I'll call you. I just want to tell you that Wendy Smith escaped from prison when she saw the news that you and Ada Wood got married. Before she escaped, she kept saying that she wanted to revenge Miss Wood." "What do you say?" After hearing this news, Adair Carter went to Ada Wood. He must catch up with that crazy woman before she appears in Ada Wood's place. She can't be hurt any more. Rush to the door of the room, just ran into Winni Bush who is walking that way with the ring. "Adair, before the wedding ceremony, secretly comes to find Ada. This is not right. Just wait a moment, and the time will come soon." Winni Bush thinks that Adair is just because he thinks

Or hijack a plane even! “Are you sure? I mean…” “See for yourself,” she cut in his sentence midway producing a paper. It was the marriage certificate which had initiated the whole set-up. The one he had signed instead of his father. The one which bore his signature at one end and Rachel’s at the other end. It read that he was agreeing to marry Miss Rachel Lloyd within three days – which he had and that he wouldn’t be able to get a divorce till Devin Crighton gave his approval.

he cut me off, his voice sharp, leaving no room for argument. For a moment, I froze. Was this… a lifeline or another trap? My heart twisted. What if he didn’t keep his word after the contract was over? What if all this was just another cruel game to him? Then he released another bombshell that left me breathless: “The wedding is taking place in two days time. Go get yourself prepared.” In two days? No. No. No. No.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In