Marrying Into Her Family Novels & Stories

The day I found out I was pregnant, my fiancé, Grant Hale, told me he was going to marry another woman. His childhood sweetheart, Chloe Bennett, had gotten pregnant unexpectedly, and he said he couldn't let her family throw her out over a baby no one would claim. I stared at him in disbelief. "I'm pregnant too. If you marry her, what happens to our baby?" He frowned. "Serena, don't start acting out now. You've always been strong. Even if you really are pregnant, you can wait a few months. Once Chloe has the baby, I'll give you the wedding you deserve." He thought I'd wait for him like a good girl. What he didn't know was that I'd hidden my identity as the heiress to one of the most powe

It would not be right for her to end up with nothing. So, Sheila had stepped back and was willing to hand Kent over to Mary without a fight. Talia chuckled twice and commented sarcastically, “Do you really think it’s that easy to marry into a wealthy family? Those kinds of families aren’t so easy to get into. Besides, there are only a handful of them around. The women who marry into wealthy families usually come from the same upper crust. “They care about backgrounds of equal standing and marriage alliances. Dr. Jones’s family is relatively well-off compared to us country folks, but they’re still a long way from being a wealthy family. Why would some rich scion marry her?

“I heard him.” Her mother frowned slightly. “He was on the phone with his family…” “They don’t want this marriage.” Silence. “They only want the child.” Her mother tried to interrupt “But Grace didn’t let her. “They said I have to prove the baby is his…” Her voice broke again. “And even if he cares…” “How do I marry into a family that doesn’t want me?” “That’s hell, Mom…” The word hung in the air. Heavy. Real. And this time There was no arguing it.

"Isn't she the—" "Heiress," my mom answered. "And that is exactly why she cannot marry him. You know nothing about the family business and you cannot manage it if Vina marries another family. But you can marry into their family and we'll lose nothing." That was it. All I was to them— a lamb to keep them from losing nothing while their favorite took the glory. "Dad, you have no idea what this—" My fists clenched on either side of me. "Leave your father out of this," She blurted and turned to look at me.

Mary confessed, with a trembling voice and I pulled her over to the bed where we have our seat, "Cassius's family is so rich and powerful. What if I don't fit in with them? What if they suddenly realize that I’m not fit enough to be part of their family?" As she said this, I already knew what she’s trying to talk about. We're not wealthy but dad got his own company while mom also got her own gallery. Considering how those rich people always want to secured marriage or business alliance through their kids, I doubt they’ll really be happy about Mary getting married into their family because they got nothing to gain from this alliance but as we all know, they got no other options than to accept

She signed deeply, "Well, you were not old enough to hear it then, but you are now. You are now an adult." 'Well I became an adult more than a year ago.' I said in my mind, but my mouth remained close. I moved to the sofa where she sat and took a seat beside her, "The marriage was arranged because my family despite being humans were the richest land owners in the Wild South. The alpha's family were the strongest and together we would have been the most powerful family in all of Wild South. When I conceived you, I brought a stain into the clan and made a mockery of them and their values, I was pronounced guilty by the alpha and a scarred so that no one born in the Wild South would ever marry

Revolting. So… I really had come back. I forced down the nausea and played along. "You really are something." She lifted her chin proudly. "Of course. Otherwise, why would the Mercer family specifically ask for me in the marriage arrangement?" I nodded. "The Mercer family is well-known in high society. Once you marry into them, don't forget about me." She let out a short laugh and tapped my shoulder. "It's not like I didn't try to refuse the match. But what can I do? Marcus Mercer just can't get enough of me."

I asked. “She's always involved.” He replied. I curled my hands into a fist. “You married into something you don't understand.” He commented. The words were deliberate. Was he right? I guess he is, considering my latest discovery; it appears I must have married into the wrong family. “Riley and her mother survive by attaching themselves to powerful men. Extracting resources. Then moving on.” He added. I tightened my jaw so hard that it hurt. “You expect me to believe this?” I asked.

Finally, she was getting married - getting married to someone she's never met before. Although, it was very common in their culture for planned marriages to take place - it was possible for two strangers to just get hooked up by their parents and get married the following day, but she's always hated it. Yeah! She did. She's always dreamt of getting married to a guy she'd - at least - like, if not for love. She's always wanted to get married to a man of her choice and not just some strange cruel master with a bad image. Goodness!

She pushed herself off the desk and started pacing slowly, deliberately, the heels of her shoes clicking softly against the hardwood. “I married you because our families wanted it. Because they needed an alliance. Because a wedding between our names made sense on paper.” Her voice was calm, almost clinical, but it carried a sharpness that cut deeper than any scream. “I went along. I played my part. That’s all.” The room felt smaller suddenly, suffocating. My chest tightened. My mind raced. My empire, my company, my meticulously constructed world—all intertwined with her family, their expectations, and their stakes.