Predatory Marriage Chapter 22 Novels & Stories

"He kidnapped her when he found out she was pregnant. But upon learning that the child was not his, but that of a third party, he forced her to have an abortion. Now..." "... She plans to break up with him and keep his money. They've all been living off his millions for months now!" The conversations are too many to keep track of. I close my eyes and my hands clung tightly to Levi's arm. Anxiety for a moment win me over. I don't look up and as I step I do it wrong, and almost fall down the stairs. But before I hit the ground, Levi catches me. His arms close around my body and he carries me with ease, spinning on the way and creating an elegant choreography that left everyone impressed.

Eric exchanged an icy gaze at me, causing me to swiftly look away as we resumed our steps to where a rounded, considerable table filled with people were. “Keep playing cool, people are getting convinced by our acts. Now, we're joining them for dessert, so stay beside me and do what I do” Eric paused and flashed a smile across a guest he recognized before glaring back at me. “And did I also forget to tell you it's only for a year? This marriage is a one-year thing, and we'll break up after that.”

They do wh*ring around just like you. Will she ever be able to have a happily ever after? ****** ****** Next part will come soon. Now what I want to tell you guys that this book is not only a mafia romance. It’s a story about SIYA along with her cruel mafia husband. He is none other our Abhay and Mrinal's son. And he will bring flood of blood of culprits in the earth to avenge his TweetyBrid. Stay tuned guys. With Love, Megha.

"I--- um---" "We don't need to have this conversation," he said and poured himself another glass of scotch. "You are forced into this marriage too?" I asked He raised an eyebrow. "You really think I'd marry you willingly?" "Then why did you do it?" I asked, "Why did you sign?" "Why did you?" He asked "I had no choice. I would have never---" He turned his head towards me with such force that I think I heard a whiplash. His eyes dangerously narrowed and he had predatory look on his face.

Before I can protest, syringe pierced my skin on arm. "Sleep tesoro. Tomorrow you will be mine officially." .................................................. How was the chapter? Will the wedding occur? Share what you think.

Elijah's voice turned dark and heavy. "Sell him in one of the brothels and when they are done with him, ship him to one our of orphan trafficking racket." He commanded and her face turned pale hearing him. All the colour drained from her face as she looked at him shocked. *** The story's speed will increase from the next chapter as we are moving towards the marriage part now. I hope you all are okay with it. Next update will be next week. Follow me on I.G to see the spoilers, sneak peeks and reels related to the story.

Ivan had done what he could never dream of in the past. Alicia finished her wine. She felt tipsy and brave. “And with or without witnesses, everyone is aware of the story of how I became your wife. In a way, it’s no different from a predatory marriage. You drove your ship to Coulson all high and mighty and threateTed the royal and nobility to give up their princess. It’s obviously not normal.”

Her attitude was unacceptable as far as he knew and if she continued such attitude, it would lead to more troubles. “Are you fucking crazy you prick! Didn't I say you could pick him up?!” Chris shouted back at him with frustration. She was tired of everything and regretted ever marrying into this family. She lived her life as a C model earning very little until her friend introduced her to Parker Alfie. She thought that she had hit jackpot from getting to know him, he had riches and influence in the whole community and beyond. marrying him was part of her plan to work up to the ladder and earn more dollars.

This time too I did the same. I closed my eyes and felt the petals. Then I plucked one. Slowly and steadily I started plucking the petals. "Marriage" I plucked one petal. "Or not" I plucked another. Saying, "marriage or not" I eventually was left with only one. And the option left with the last one was "Marriage" I was too lost in my thoughts I didn't hear that person approaching. A voice sounded, "go with it,my child."

I kept stealing glances at him throughout the evening after we finished dinner and relaxed back at the table, wondering what he was thinking, what brought on this strange shift. My chest felt tight in a quiet way, like I was bracing for something I couldn’t name. Every move he made felt calculated, but not in the usual business-like way. There was something almost gentle about it. And that made me more uneasy than if he had yelled. I kept thinking about how we got here—how our marriage wasn’t really a marriage. It had started with a contract and more like a threat. One signature and my life had changed. He hadn’t even tried to make it sound kind. He had made it clear I was doing this to serv