Predatory Marriage Chapter 22 Novels & Stories

"A woman’s endurance is her crown, she continued. If you want this marriage to last, you must understand that your place is here. Under this roof. And under my rules." The words tightened something around my throat. I nodded, though every bone in me wanted to ask what about my own rules? My own roof? But again, I swallowed the question. That night, lying in Emeka’s room, I watched him snore softly, his chest rising like a tide that knew no storm. The compound was silent, except for the occasional cough of a night guard outside. I traced the ring on my finger, its gold dull in the dim light.

“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.

Traps. I stood stiff, glaring at him like a cornered animal, refusing to step deeper inside. He crossed the room with unhurried confidence, then turned to face me. “You don’t understand yet. But you will. This marriage isn’t about romance or comfort. It is survival. My name shields you, my ring chains you to protection. Without it…” His eyes darkened, voice dropping to something that crawled under my skin. “…you are nothing more than prey.” My heart thundered, a frantic bird beating its wings against a locked cage.

“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.”

Her mother’s words echoed in her mind—not sharp like daggers, but like water seeping into soft soil, slow and deep, until it reached somewhere hard to touch. Juliet had said quietly over dinner, “Men who are successful in business... they’re usually very good at pretending.” It was clear who she meant. Grace had shot back instantly, “You didn’t even come to my wedding. How would you know what kind of man he is?” Juliet had merely lifted a spoonful of soup. “Some things are like this bowl of soup. It arrives hot—but everyone knows, if you leave it too long, it’ll eventually go cold.” She was warning her—again—that all marriages eventually change shape.

“That’s all I want.” “Are you saying you’re still going through with our deal?” I nodded. “Yes. It’s just a marriage, right? Just show me the contract. Don't worry, I'll serve as a maid to pay off half of my debt. I can act like your wife in public, but I’ll be your maid when we’re alone.” I started walking and felt that he no longer followed. “Has the way you look at me really changed?” he called out. “Just because I said those words to you?”

Daniela's POV After Antonio Vinci hung up the phone and saw how swiftly I had signed, he suddenly smiled. He slid his arms around my waist and intimately asked, "Why are you so obedient, Daniela? If I asked you to die for me, would you do it?" "Maybe." Resting his chin on my shoulder, he closed the folder and said, "This is a marriage agreement. Are you happy that I'm finally marrying you?" I gave a slight nod. "Weddings are a lot of work. That includes setting the date, picking the rings, dress fittings, and arranging the guest list. We're going to be busy."

Mary asked with a frown and Sarah's frown got deeper after hearing that. They were in her second office of event managing. After reaching the office, Mary and Sarah completely locked themselves inside her cabin. They both were busy reading the contract papers with Mr King again with a lot of concentration after Mr King told her to read it and that is when they found the shocking thing in the contract which they missed completely. Among all the important clauses and conditions, there was a really weird and shocking condition. The clause says, 'Party B, Sarah Watson, can not get married until she successfully gets done with party A, Mr King's marriage.'

Because she didn't know how to take or how to mark something as her own. Alex wouldn't do the same mistake as her, he wouldn't be like his mum. He wouldn't spend his days craving love, support and success. He would take. He would conquer; until everything he wanted belonged to him. That's what he did. And this time, that's what he would do. He would marry, even if it was a contract. With a devilish grin that seemed to round about his thin lips, he called up his lawyer, Martin Henderson and asked him to about a contract. A marriage contract of six months. When he was informed that it was possible, he breathed in relief.

Second Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy “You really have no idea who you’re messing with. Apologize now and I promise I won’t destroy you completely,” Justin Gerano growled in anger. “How about I give you a reason to destroy me even more,” she retorted, and the next thing he felt was a sting on his cheek as she had slapped him. “How dare you?!” He roared.