Novel & Cerita Predatory Marriage Chapter 22

“The press believes we’re real. You’re no longer the ex-con bride. The narrative’s changed.” “And you don’t care how that felt for me?” His eyes narrowed. “Should I?” My throat tightened. “I’m not some thing you use for damage control.” “You agreed to this marriage.” “I didn’t agree to be a puppet.” He let out a low laugh. Not cruel.. just tired. “Don’t tell me… that moved you?” I blinked. He stepped closer. Slowly. “Is that what this is? You’re mad because you liked it?” “I didn’t.”

While everyone offered their blessings, Seville held me tightly and murmured into my ear, “My Lily, you were always meant to be mine… and I am yours. Our souls are bound together. We’ll never be separated.” A sharp, murderous gaze suddenly stabbed into my back. I didn’t even need to turn around to know it was Sarah. After the ceremony, I stepped outside the chapel and heard voices arguing in a corner. It was Sarah and Blake, or rather, Sarah was complaining while Blake barely responded. She was grumbling that so many members of the Black Fang pack had attended, yet none of them were smiling. Instead of a wedding, it felt more like a funeral. Then, she complained that Blake’s marking bite had

“The engagement contract is binding, and Vincent has spoken. The marriage won’t be canceled. Just wait until he returns to New York to finalize the details.” Relief flooded my parents’ faces. They told me to rest and promised to handle the engagement. Seven days passed. I stared out the window, lost in thought, when hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor. Dominic’s assistant, Owen, burst into the next room, voice trembling. “Young Master! Something’s wrong! The boss has returned to the country!” Dominic, terrified of Vincent since childhood, froze mid-step. “Returned? What does he want? He must be coming for our wedding!”

Each time he sat by the window, he would remember the way I used to eat with my head down back in college. He said he had kept the fountain pen in the deepest drawer, never giving it to anyone again. He said he finally understood that marriage wasn't just about keeping me by his side, but about making me feel at ease with each passing day. He said what he regretted the most wasn't losing a wife, but losing the version of me who used to be happy for an entire day just from ranking second in his heart. The last thing he said was, "Natasha, I'm sorry. And thank you for once having loved me so earnestly."

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

"Three months? Do you think we can do that? It's a pest life oh. Why do I need to marry you? I know it will happen but I never expected this to be early." "Relax okay, we can find a way Allysa. Just trust me okay." "How can I relax if one day I just wake up and we're married. I will never be okay with that setup." "That's why we need to find a way to prevent it from happening, right? I don't want it either. You know how much I love my girlfriend and I won't agree to marry you either." He said to me, I was surprised when his voice suddenly arose. "Let's talk next time please."

my father replied anxiously. My mother, with a reassuring smile, caressed my face. "Calm down, dear. Today you will meet your fiancé. This marriage agreement is the only thing that can save our family right now." I took a deep breath, trying to control the nervousness bubbling within me. I had no choice but to interrupt college to get married. For a while, my family had been entangled in exorbitant debts with mobsters from the far east of the city. This was the only way to pay for my mother's surgery, as the bank refused to give us a financial loan. My father had tried to settle the debt for a long time, but the interest rates were exorbitant, and we had already moved twice due to the consta

The only thing that saved me from her wrath was my quick marriage to James. The moment she saw his last name, golden dollar signs reflected in her hazel eyes. I shake the thoughts from my head, forcing my way into their bedroom. The canopy bed sits against the far wall, adorned with sheer curtains that skillfully wrap around each of the posts. Walking slowly, my heart pounds with every step. I know they’re already on the private jet on their way to Italy to rejoin a few of their rich friends on a yacht in the Ionian Sea. So why do I feel the nagging feeling of being watched?

She examined her face, brushed her hair backward, and her actions caused Aurora to gasp with shock; why was she trying to be so nice to her because she would be married off and away from her way? The guards will lead you to your husband's pack members; they are here to see their betrothed. You better behave and abolish every escape plan, or you will be significantly punished. Be grateful that you will be married off to the most powerful werewolf in the world... It's just if you will survive him." She said the last words in a whisper, and she felt her body shake with betrayal, hurt, and hopelessness. She wasn't going to escape as planned; her plans had been ruined, and there was no hope of es

“What? How? Why would they give you this much money? They hired you and paid you up front?” I sink onto the couch, exhaustion crashing into me all at once. “I didn’t work for them.” Her voice rises. “Then what did you do?” I close my eyes for a moment, then open them and meet her gaze. “They want me to marry their son.” The silence that follows feels endless. Until finally she responds. “What?!” “Two years,” I say. “A contract. A child. Then I’m free.” She stands abruptly. “No. No, absolutely not. This is insane!! This is how people disappear!! Have you never watched a crime documentary in your life?!”