Novel Pernikahan Terpaksa Novels & Stories

the judge said firmly. “Mr. Victor and Mrs. Grace had an elaborate wedding that the whole world knew about,” Barrister Iren began, his tone persuasive. “Their marriage certificate is still intact and they never signed a divorce paper. Even though the marriage was contracted, they later fell in love and they didn't divorce after the contract expired. Mrs. Grace just decided to run away from her peaceful marriage,” he added firmly.

The anger I feel is toxic, super toxic, and I don't want to be that person in the presence of Damien on my wedding day. Payton didn't do anything either; her mere existence just makes me want to turn into a beast. Anyway, it's over. We are finally married, though nobody will know about it except the four of us: myself, Damien, Payton, and Cierra. He made it clear that no one else would know about it, and we removed our rings immediately after we were done at the city hall. He would probably throw them out once we were far away from here.

A stranger with blood on his hands and power she couldn’t fight. Something unfamiliar twisted in my chest. I should have been annoyed but instead I was intrigued. This marriage was nothing more than a business deal. Right after the wedding, I intended to shove her into a glitzy mansion, pad her wallet with credit cards and cash, and check in on her only when I’d need her to attend a public function with me or when my Dad needed to tug on her father’s leash “You’re not allowed to be with other men in this marriage,” I said coldly.

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Inessa shut her up, clearly did not want to hear that thing at any cost. " I'll rather prefer to be a maid here willingly than to be something else forcefully , " Mirana exhaled a heavy sigh hearing those words of Inessa. "And for me, there's no existence of this marriage, " "But you can't deny the fact that now you're married to him. You both are husband and wife legally and... " "By force, Mi. I was forced to marry him, " Inessa cutted her words and got slightly angry. "And for me, a forced thing has no existence even if it's marriage, love or hate between two people, "

My head was still pounding so I grabbed the coffee she prepared but her hands snap my hand away. “that’s not yours! Get your own damn coffee!” “Alright, since you already have called me a stupid oaf and I don’t remember anything, may I know why my wife is sending me death glares?” “You want to know why dear husband?” Opening her notebook, she furiously wrote “I’m actually writing it on my diary. First day as a married woman. Our wedding was blissful and happy. My husband promised to give me my wedding night after days of halting our sexual intercourse. I was excited to consummate our marriage when my dear husband fell asleep in the middle of his seduction. The worst part was I got locked out

she asked coolly, still not looking up from her phone or whatever she was doing. “That Damian,” I said, seething terribly as I tried to hold my anger. “He just waltzed in there and without permission, claimed Amara like he owns her. He’s really going to marry her! Marry her! This is not how it was supposed to go, this wasn't our plan.”

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

She stops pushing me and looks at me like I have grown horns. “You think marriage is a joke?” she asks. “We just took a vow before God,” she adds angrily. “I know, but you were tricked into this.” I am already filled with guilty for the complications I will bring to her life before accomplishing my goals. She has enough problems, and I can definitely manage without her. “Till death do us apart. That is a vow. You are not dead, neither am I!” she yells, and I feel like an ass.

What a waste not to put him on screen! Cecilia Sinclair: Florence, you’re ridiculous. Between running Farrington Corporation and being an actor, which one would you want him to choose? Candy Arrington: I declare this man my husband! He is too handsome! Cute enough to make me lose my mind Nelly Peters: That suit, those glasses, tall frame and long legs… he’s striking right at my weakness! The rest went on and on, praising his looks, his wealth, his strength. Some even screamed about wanting to bear his children.