Predatory Marriage Chapter 22 Novels & Stories

I can't just marry any ordinary girl. I open my mouth, ready to admit defeat, but Julius walks away without another word, Dean is hot on his tail. I watch them walk away in silence. A soft sight leaves my lips. I'm ready to head back to dinner when a shadow moves towards me from the other end of the hallway. Fiery orange hair comes into view, followed by floating emeralds. "Will you marry me?"

I was silent the whole time so he followed me to my room so we can talk privately. “Do you want to marry me, Peyton? I am pregnant with another man’s child. I don’t have a talent for business. In short, I’m a good-for-nothing who is immature and has a lot of issues. You won’t be happy with me. We’ll just end up caged in a marriage we both don’t want. Between us, you are more capable of refusing this union. If you’d just talk to your dad-“

“ I've been trying to call you, Dominique sent in some divorce papers and the will states that the property is now in his name! What are you going to do? You're not going to divorce him right? Right?” I smiled more of a cold smile than a friendly one. “ I'll be there tomorrow, inform Dominique, I want him there when I sign it as for the will… I don't care he can have it.” “ But yo-you worked so hard for this!” “ I know, but he made his choice and I made mine and also prepare some marriage certificates, I and my husband will be there tomorrow.” “ Husband!? What?!!” “ Bye!!” “ Gen? wait! Don't—” I ended the call, handing the phone back to Charles.

Ella was at a loss for words, and after a long silence, she broke down and begged, "Jim, I'll go right now and end this pregnancy, like it never happened. Can't we just try for another baby?" I looked at her like she was out of her mind and said slowly, "Even if you were the last woman on earth, I wouldn't want you after you've cheated." Ella seemed not to grasp what I was saying and screamed desperately, "However, now you're blind in one eye, a monster, a cripple. Who else would marry you but me?" I could not help but laugh bitterly. "I'd rather stay single for the rest of my life than concern myself with you."

Curious despite himself, he asked “Proof of what?” “Of my sterility,” announced Rachel firmly. Jake felt shocked. “You’re sterile?” “No! It’s part of the plan. See, what was the motive behind our marriage in the first place? A heir. A when Devin finds out that there’s no question of producing a heir, the marriage does not stand. Ditto,” she finished, snapping her fingers in a concluding way to emphasize her point.

he affirmed, his voice steady and resolute. As we prepared to confront Carlo and unravel his web of deceit, I felt a surge of empowerment. With Clyde's support and a clear goal in sight, I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Our marriage, once a means to an end, now became a symbol of hope and defiance—a pact forged in the fires of betrayal, bound by a shared desire for justice. The condition laid out before us was clear: marriage. As I stood there, facing the expectant gazes of Carmine, Carlo, and Clyde, I felt the weight of my next words settle upon me like a heavy cloak.

“Simon, you really are something else. Having me out of your life—wasn’t this exactly what you always wanted?” Holding his gaze, I spoke in a cold, steady voice. “That day in the golf club lounge, I heard every word you said with Yara. “The man you saw tonight? The one I plan to marry? He’s the same one you paid to pretend to chase after me. “Simon, you don’t need to spend another cent to get rid of me. You’re finally free to be with the woman you love. “So, why won’t you just let me go? Isn’t this everything you wanted?"

Her voice is steady and unaffected. You. Gotta. Be. Kidding. Me! I meant, what is wrong with this place?! Forcing a victim to marry a father of two who has violated her is already mad enough. But having his wife to prepare his next bride to be, is a new whole level of madness. I could feel that sudden coldness hit me. My jaw falls to the ground, my insides twisted and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. She was right. It could always get worse.

There was something predatory about his smile, the way he leaned forward like a cat about to pounce on unsuspecting prey and his eyes gleamed with an enthusiasm that promised nothing good for me. "Since you're newly married and I don't see either of you taking any initiative regarding your honeymoon, I've decided to take matters into my own hands."

He stood up and walked around the table until he was standing in front of her, staring at her with an icy gaze. “And one more thing: don’t get too comfortable in this house. In three years, I want you out of here,” he said cruelly. “You’re just someone who sold herself, and you have an expiration date.” The words hit her like a punch to her nearly empty stomach. The kind, attentive man she had known seemed to have vanished. “There must be some mistake,” she said, trying to hold back her tears. “I didn’t marry you for money…” “Don’t try to fool me,” he cut in, with a sarcastic smile. “The contract is as clear as day. You’re nothing more than a piece I bought.”