Predatory Marriage Chapter 22 Novels & Stories

I said, leaning back, my smirk still firmly in place. Cameron shot me one last look—half wary, half something else I couldn’t quite name—before he grabbed his coat and walked out of the café. The moment he was gone, I let my smile drop. I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through my hair. Cameron had a girl he liked. And yet… he was going to marry me and it was clearly not by choice. The thought twisted in my chest, sharp and bitter. I had agreed to this marriage because I wanted Cameron. I wanted him in a way I didn’t even fully understand myself. But for him?

And when the alliance is threatened, Scarlet realizes she was never just a convenient bride… She was a pawn in a dangerous game between powerful men. Living under the same roof with a dangerously attractive billionaire who treats marriage like a business deal was never part of her life plan. But the real problem isn’t the contract… It’s the way he looks at her when he thinks she’s not watching. The way jealousy flashes in his eyes when other men get too close. And the way the lines of the contract begin to blur. Because this marriage was supposed to be fake. Until feelings become real. And secrets from his past threaten to destroy everything before the contract even ends.

Prey said loudly. “What is the excess of getting married to him that after his death I don’t entitle to any inheritance. Or do you think he will leave his children and give me more than them. I need a child too. Child is a powerful weapon to hold a stay in a home. Don’t you get it?” “I understand you so well, Prey. But since it has come like this you have to accept it like that” Prey looked up at Adeline. “So I should just be and at the end I won’t achieving anything. Or what do you think that make me to get married to him?” Prey asked loudly.

“By tonight, I’ll be done with New York. By tomorrow, or midnight at the latest, we can leave this cursed country. I’m ready, Mike. I’ll marry you. We’ll do a court marriage immediately, and later, once everything cools down, we’ll have a reception. Please… I need this. I’m begging you. I know the mess I’m dragging you into, but I don’t have anyone else to ask for help whom I can trust with my babies.” Her voice cracked, desperation clawing at her. She pressed her forehead against his hand, trembling. “You don’t understand… Damon will make a move. He’ll twist everything. You have no idea what that man is capable of. He’ll use my kids as leverage, force me back to him. Will keep me locked aga

“NO, we can’t.” “What do you mean we can’t?” He asked and I could see the anger in his face as the truth of a forced marriage was starting to sink in. "If you and Jared want to keep your business and to keep your house and remain debt free, then we can't. Ace said that if I didn’t marry him that he would run your business to the ground and tear down your house that you worked so hard for and that he would pay all of your debts.” I said Alex’s eyes grew wide with shock. “You – you knew… about my house? The business?” He asked and I nodded. “Yes. I came over that day when the man in the suit talked to you guys. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but… and then the man left and I tried to leave too, but

But if there was any trace of soft-heartedness, how could he easily leave her, and how can he say that it was not important whether the child was kept or not? All of Mian's beautiful imagination has been shattered. This marriage was a dream, and it really should end. She slowly moved her head to look out the window, but the next second the door was pushed open. She felt some movements meaning someone had just entered. Before Mian could turn back, he was pulled from the hospital bed. The person who came was Mian's mother-in-law Adda Barak. Adda Barak learned today that her grandchild and she was about to explode. Mian was really a useless waste, even the child in the belly couldn’t be saved!

Chapter 1 Freya's POV I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on the grand staircase as my life flashed before me. I had vowed never to get involved with rich and influential men like Michael Smith, the billionaire I had just married. But life had other plans. "Miss Rogers, we don't really have to maintain an intimate relationship when we're alone," Michael said, his voice piercing through my thoughts. "The contract doesn't apply except when a third party is involved." I turned to face him, my heart sinking. His words were cold and detached, his eyes devoid of emotion. I forced a reply, trying to keep my tone neutral. "Oh, yes."

“I’m grateful that you helped me fix the mess I made, but I need to take back what’s rightfully mine! Everyone expected Gazelle to become my wife!” Maximus rose from his chair, clearly having no intention of continuing this fruitless conversation. “Kyros, you married another woman and have fathered a child with her. Which part of this reality are you struggling to comprehend?” “But she’s mine!” I insisted. I watched as something deadly flashed in Maximus’s eyes when he delivered his response with chilling finality: “She’s mine now.” My teeth clenched in anger. Before he could turn the doorknob, I slammed my palms onto the long table and shot to my feet.

Subtitle: Revenge To Her Nemesis [THE SLOWBURN SERIES BOOK2] ~ "I cannot fake a care for you, sweetheart," He stroked her chin, catching the strand of tears that rolled down her face. "You laid your bed, and now you must lie." ~ Markris's world falls apart one day, triggering the monster in him. That one day, the woman he is set to marry stands him up on the altar, and his mother also returns. He tells himself he has been too lenient, and it's time to show the devil within him. After a month, Lorena, his runaway bride, returns to him, and they finally get married.

The very place that had once felt like a home now loomed over her like a prison. Madison’s words stung like a slap. “Yes, Mrs. Asher, we will live in your mansion as my husband, Mr. Samuel , has signed a deal with your husband, Mr. Asher until they complete their project. We will live here; hope you don’t have any problems!” The hurt in Madison’s eyes was unmistakable, and Sophia couldn’t bear to meet her gaze. The hatred simmering just beneath the surface was too much to confront.