Predatory Marriage Chapter 22 Novels & Stories

Amara Kline, a woman defined by her lifelong habit of seeking safety through silence. To rescue her family’s failing logistics business, she enters a three year contract marriage with Gideon Moore, a billionaire who views the union as a purely clinical transaction. While Amara endures systemic mockery from Gideon’s status obsessed family and dismissive staff, Gideon maintains a stance of emotional negligence, believing her capable of handling the abuse alone. The story follows Amara’s internal struggle with low self-worth as she transitions from a passive victim into a woman who reclaims her voice. After discovering her marriage was orchestrated through fraudulent debts, she legally maneuvers to seize her family’s assets and leaves Gideon to face the consequences of his passivity. Ultimately, the sources track a journey of self-actualization, where Amara’s eventual success forces an unraveling Gideon to realize that forgiveness must be earned through genuine change rather than wealth.

Paris Poppy hates the way she looks. At a younger age, she was bullied for it. No one wanted to be her friend nor did any of the boys find her attractive. As Paris grew into a young female, she gave up on all hopes of finding her one true love, believing that no man will ever find her beautiful. Pity, Paris doesn't know her parents had already planned out a life for her. "An emotional romance read that will leave you in tears."

By the time I return home from a business trip, it is past midnight. However, my wife, Celeste Beaumont, isn't home. A man's shirt that isn't mine is lying on the couch. When I call her, she tells me that she's working late at the office. "Whose shirt is it on the couch?" I ask, cutting straight to the point. She playfully scolds, "Who else would it be? It's a gift for you, so hurry up and try it on." I skeptically put it on and immediately feel how tight and uncomfortable it is across my shoulders. "This is an L, babe. I've always worn XL." Celeste runs a clothing company. She's the one who handles all my clothes and even uses my body measurements for her menswear line. There's no way she doesn't know my size. The line goes quiet for half a second before she thoughtfully says, "It's from my new menswear collection. "I had pieces custom-made for you and Felix, so I must've grabbed the wrong piece. I'll swap it tomorrow." A beat later, her voice carries a little sob as she continues, "Babe, I've been so exhausted without you these past few days. I've missed you so much…" It's past midnight. As I listen to the undeniable weariness beneath her affectionate, playful words, my heart aches in distress. I can't help chiding myself for overthinking. However, after hanging up, realization hits me. Her brother, Felix Beaumont, and I are about the same build. He's always worn XL.

After seven years of marriage, my husband grew tired of our quiet life and took a college student as his mistress. That fragile, pitiable girl held Alain Roth so completely he didn't come home for an entire month, no matter how I begged. On our son's third birthday, I came to their villa, holding the feverish child and pleading for him to return. Inside, he stayed lost in passion with her. Jeff Roth drew his last breath in my arms while their pleasure echoed through the night. At the funeral, Alain held me and wept, swearing he would return to the family and love only me. I agreed, driven solely by Jeff's dying wish. Four years later, a video from his old kindergarten surfaced, showing Alain with a radiant Mabel Flores and a three-year-old boy. The boy smiled brightly at the camera, lifting a trophy high. "Mom, Dad, we're the happiest family in the world!"

"I hate you, Aiden! I hate you! And trust me... you’ll never find anyone who’ll love you the way I did." Tears streamed down Charlotte Parker’s face as she stormed into her room, packing the last pieces of her broken heart. This time, I knew I’d messed up. And there was no going back. Charlotte Parker is a kind, beautiful, and well-mannered 22-year-old with dreams of becoming a popular writer. But life has other plans. With her family struggling, she’s forced to step up… whether she’s ready or not. Aiden Kingston, on the other hand, is everything she can’t stand. Arrogant. Rude. A notorious playboy. And the cold-hearted CEO of a million-dollar company. For Aiden, keeping his inheritance means one thing: marriage. Fast. Both blindsided by an arranged marriage neither of them asked for, their worlds collide in the most chaotic way. Charlotte is water, soft but strong. Aiden is fire, uncontrolled and burning through everything in his path. But Aiden has a secret. One that could destroy whatever fragile peace they’re trying to build. Will he let his walls down for her? Can Charlotte see past his mistakes and frozen heart? Or will the hatred between them grow so deep it consumes them both… for good? Find out in this amazing book Arrange Marriage to a Heartless CEO

Lily Hailey desired to practice celibacy and become a nun after she caught her fiance making out with her best friend. However, her entire family was totally cool with her decisions before a mishap which took her mum and her siblings' lives befell on them. After a year she and her father got over their grief, she decided to apply and undergo an aspirancy in a Catholic convent but things did not go the way she planned after she came across a heartbreaking discovery. She found out that her father was at the verge of bankruptcy and in order to save him, he had secretly arranged for her a marriage with the ruthless billionaire she so much loathed. How will she react to this contract marriage? Will her union with the billionaire evolve true love? Find out in this story of romance, twists, discoveries and heartbreaks.

I didn’t mean to marry him. I was supposed to meet my blind date — the one my parents handpicked after my three-year relationship with a cheating boyfriend ended. But he said yes. Cassian Dorne—cold, powerful, and everything I should run from. Yet the way he looks at me feels like déjà vu, like he already knows me. I thought this marriage was my rebellion, my escape from my parents’ control. But as memories of one forbidden night begin to resurface, my husband starts to look less like my saviour… And more like the danger I should have stayed away from. And if my memories return, they might destroy us both.

My wife, Chelsea Sloane, has always been an avid user of computers when it comes to work. But one day, she suddenly falls in love with the idea of using pen and paper. In fact, she loves one particular black pen to the point that she refuses to let anyone touch it. Unable to endure her twisted obsession over that pen, I decide to bring up divorce before her on our wedding anniversary. Enraged, Chelsea points at me and yells, "Are you seriously getting a divorce over a pen?" I reply coolly, "Yup. It's precisely that."

Aria Laurent was supposed to be the ghost in the Devereaux estate—a convenient substitute for a sister who fled, a nameless bride in a house built on secrets. But in the cold, suffocating grip of Luca Devereaux’s world, being invisible is no longer an option. Bound by a forced marriage and watched by eyes that never blink, Aria must navigate power and silent threats. In this house, walls have ears, and the man she calls husband is a shadow she can’t escape. As the line between protection and possession blurs, Aria discovers that the darkest secrets aren’t hidden in the cellar, they’re reflected in the eyes of the man who owns her.

Larissa thought marriage meant loyalty. Until her husband proved her wrong over and over again. When she caught Zephan cheating once more, he didn't apologize. Instead, he gave her a choice: accept an open marriage… or stay out of his business. So Larissa made one of her own. One night of no rules or guilt. Harl was supposed to be nothing more than a distraction—intoxicating, unforgettable, and temporary. But what starts as revenge quickly spirals into something far more complicated. Because Harl is more than just a one-night mistake. He’s not someone Larissa can hide from… and definitely not someone she can forget.