Novel Pernikahan Terpaksa Novels & Stories

I won't let her go even if my love comes back one day. She will be my precious possession which I'll protect from everyone. I'll keep her locked in our room so that no other guy can look at her. Her green eyes will only see me. Her pretty petals will be tasted by me only. Only I will take her in my arms and hug her close to my heart. Not because I love her. But because she is my wife and she is MINE. SHE WAS FORCED ON ME BUT NOW SHE BELONGS TO ME.

That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.

It was at least 2 feet tall. “What is all of this?” She asked as she read the first line. “How party B shall act in public.” She skipped a couple of pages. “House rules party B has to follow,” “These are requirements of my wife.” “I am an adult. I don’t need to know how to act in public.” “You’re barely an adult and this is so you don’t embarrass me.” Wei bit her lips at his words. “Party B shall not have contact with members of the opposite sex while married. Do you think I am some type of loose woman?” She growled as her anger rose.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

This wasn't some nightmare I could claw my way out of. I was marrying the devil. And I'd signed the dotted line. What about the freedom I thought I would get after my husband's death? It was gone with a poof. I must be cursed. There was no other reason why I would be marrying another psychopath. The priest droned on and our vows were exchanged like threats. My "I do" sounded like a dare. And then, the priest said, "You may now kiss the bride." Killian turned to me, finally smiling. And just as he leaned in to kiss me on the corner of my lips, I bit him, hard.

one of the books will be about Francesca Luciano and Gianpaolo De Santis, called To Tame my Mafia husband. Here's the blurb as a little spoiler. She ends up taming the ruthless Mafia's heart. Francesca Luciano was forced to marry a man whom she had never met. Rumors said that he kills without batting an eyelash. Burnt down buildings and massacred people who went against him. Kidnaps girls because he's a slimy old pervert. To escape from this forced arranged marriage, Francesca tried every trick in the book. But she didn't expect her slimy old pervert husband to have dangerously sharp jaws, piercing grey eyes and strong tattooed hands that ignite fire whenever they touched her in places that

“What? That’s all you have to say? Dylan, I gave away my virginity—something I saved for years—while you… you didn’t lose anything at all!” “Then what exactly do you want me to do about it? We’re legally married! There’s nothing wrong or unexpected if you end up pregnant. That’s just part of being husband and wife.” "You, asshole! We don't love each other that's why I can't get pregnant! What a pity for the child if his/her parents doesn't really love each other!" "Then, abortion is the key!" Dylan said causing my eyes to darken towards him. But even if I wanted to slap him, I couldn't. He is very tall and I can't reach his face. So I thought of punching him repeatedly in his chest.

Don't i have any say in my own marriage? "Payu???" I felt papa's hand on my head. For a minute i thought i am hallucinating. He hardly show this kind of voice and emotions to us. "What happened??? why are you crying?" Papa asked me. "Papa, how could you arrange my marriage with him?" I asked turning towards him while removing my tears. "I didn't expected to break the news with you like this but whatever happened. I cannot change it. Yes, i fixed your marriage with Akhil. Any problems do you have with it?" He asked me which made me angry.

, Valerie said and stood up and left with Megan following from behind. "That bitch", Mariana cursed as soon as Valerie left. "Don't worry about that little fly, you should focus on your wedding that's coming up in two weeks", Avery said and Mariana smiled Both of them continued planning the wedding...unknown to them their planning was about to go down the drain. There was a commotion in Preston's mansion. Valentino was pacing up and down looking so pissed. "How do you expect me to marry someone I don't have feelings for, I love her cousin and not her", Valentino said. "You'll have to learn to love Valerie because she's the one you'll be getting married to and not her cousin Mariana", Marcus,

“It’s not what it looks like.” Devia laughed—a dry, bitter sound. “Not what it looks like? You stood at the altar, made vows in front of your family, under the flash of every media camera. Your mother announced it as if it were a grand victory, and you—” her voice trembled, “you just stood there! Tell me, Argan, which part of that am I supposed to have misunderstood?” “I didn’t want that marriage!” Argan took a step forward, his tone rising in desperate defense. “I was forced into it! My mother pressured me, Revania manipulated her pregnancy—I was only trying to fix a much bigger mess!”