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Marci's neon eyes darkened; Marciello's eyes held in the evidence of distress. "Why all of a sudden?" He looks at me in dismay. I don't want him to suffer because of me. He looks so frustrated already, but I've to tell him the truth still. I shook my head. Without much thought, He voiced out. "Trust me, Lady Lorena, tell me the truth!" He looks at me with the look of expectations. He knows fully well that I can never lie to him. I gave up my elegance to tell him the truth. "I'm getting married in a week. And now, I'm being forced to go live with the man in his home,"

"We had to keep our relationship discreet because my parents didn’t approve of her. She wasn’t the heir of the Gates family, and that mattered to them. They pressured me relentlessly, and eventually, they gave me an ultimatum: leave Alexa and marry the woman they had chosen for me, or be disinherited." Kinsey felt her heart clench as she listened. She had always known that Alexa had suffered, but hearing it from Cooper made it feel all the more real and painful. "Under that pressure, I did the unforgivable," Cooper continued, his voice breaking. "I left Alexa. I married the woman my parents wanted, thinking I was doing the right thing. But it was a lie. The marriage was a sham, and I was mis

And I will make sure to get the passcode. “No, I won’t. Why should I listen to you always, huh? This time, you listen to me and be a good old grandpa and give me the passcode.” I retorted. “Stop behaving like a typical wife and do not disobey me.” He gritted, getting up from the sofa but stood still and did not take any further steps towards me. I held the phone tighter in my palm and contemplated my next step. “Forced Wife.” I retorted, my blood boiling in sheer anger and hatred for this monster thinking about the day he married me.

They are forced to mate after the hunt with or without their consent. And lastly, the media has touted for years how females need to dress up in full regalia to impress their mates if they hope to find a perfect soulmate; but in reality, what in the end they get is a male who only wants a breeder or maid to fulfill all their needs without offering anything in return. Others called it tradition, but in my eyes, it’s just pure oppression against females. According to their rules, women don’t even deserve to choose their own destiny.

“Muistan, että äiti halusi sinun menevän naimisiin, Hyacinth.” I gaped and looked at my husband who’s lips curled up. I doubted that he looked pissed that they are partnering me with Eino, but it’s adorable to see my husband a little jealous. But who cares what Eino’s family thinks. They haven’t seen me personally but they already wanted me to marry into their family. Even then, the only person I want to marry is my Raven. “Let’s not bring back the past. Shall we? Hyacinth is already married to Raven.” Eino chuckled.

“We are stuck, even if it was not the contract. So, move on.” Yes, I was forced to marry him. I was stuck with him but I never thought it would come with a that contract. The tasks in the contract… in that damn contract would repeat until we fall in love with each other. It was like “Fall in love in one year,” “Produce an heir,” and “No pressure, just keep the entire pack from imploding.” Easy, right? Falling in love… with him? The man could barely form a full sentence that wasn’t a command.

“This will be your final marriage.” A chill shot down my spine, her words echoing like a death sentence. “No… no, please!” I cried, my voice breaking as tears streamed down my cheeks. “Life has already been hell with the men you’ve forced me to marry. I can’t go through that again I don’t want to face another nightmare!” My knees weakened, but I clung to the edge of her chair, begging for mercy that I knew would never come. “I already promised to clear the debt,” I choked out, my voice trembling as I wiped at my tears. “But not this way… not by being sold off again like I’m nothing.”

“But… I can’t marry you! It doesn’t sound normal. Why the hell would I do that?” “Well, as you might have guessed, you don’t have a choice in this situation. You either agree to the contract marriage or I’ll send you back to jail.” My heartbeat accelerated at that threat and I realized that I was basically trapped between two hells. Return back to jail or agree to this atrocity. “Do not get the wrong idea, I don’t particularly want this. You'll be my last option when it comes to marriage.” He pointed out and I’d be lying if I claimed that didn’t hurt.

"And how would that solve either of our problems?" His jaw clenched, his gaze shifting away. The air between us turned heavy. "I'm being forced to marry someone I don't want to," he admitted, his voice quieter, shoulders tense. "Forced?" I echoed, confusion twisting in my mind. Why would a grown man be forced into marriage? "So, you want a contract, wife?" I asked, carefully choosing my words. He was my boss, after all—I had to tread carefully. "Don't you think it’s best to stand firm in your decision not to marry her? Or better yet, find someone you actually love?"

I exposed the information my private investigator had given me. “These hotel check-in records from five years ago all have real-name verification. Are you really going to keep lying?” She was rendered speechless by my rebuttal. Then, she changed her tune again and shamelessly came closer. “Babe, I know I was wrong. I wasn’t myself. Can we start over? “Look, here’s that Best Couple prize from the proposal that night. A five-day, four-night luxury honeymoon trip. Why don’t we go enjoy it together?”