Predatory Marriage Chapter 22 Novels & Stories

Shadow looked at him before a devilish smirk appeared on her lips. Letting out a deep breath, she ran her long, slender fingers through her long ponytail. "You can marry that woman, try to fall for each other and if that fails, you can go for a divorce," Shadow said in one breath, voice sounding so professional. She glanced at the young master who was staring at her, bewildered. Smirking, she continued. "You are only asked to get married. You aren't even told what to do after the marriage. Ain't that something you should have noticed by now?"

“What's that supposed to mean? Avalynn inquired, she was losing her patience already. “You b*tch was supposed to marry Liam Arstor!. Do you have no clue how much that would have improved dad's business and our family??!” Marvy sneered Marvy is outraged and feels betrayed by Avalynn's choice to marry Jace instead of Liam. The Arstor's were planning to spend heavily on her dad's firm in return for the marriage between their son and Emma and now that Emma was already married, that plan was now plainly worthless and they'd have to keep suffering, eating from hand to mouth and with so many needs.

“I have every right.” “No, you don’t.” “Yes, I do.” Her chest tightened painfully. “You don’t own me.” His expression didn’t change. But the next word he said They landed heavy. “I own this marriage.” Silence “And right now,” he added, his voice quieter, “you’re part of it.” Aria’s breath came slower, uneven. Because deep down— She knew something had changed. This wasn’t just about control anymore. This wasn’t just about defiance. This was about something far more dangerous.

"Papa, go ahead." Papa sighed and guided me to sit on a nearby stone bench. "As you know, Enrico won't give up searching for you easily. He's the Don of a mafia family. His methods are ruthless, his influence vast. We can protect you for now, but it's not a long-term solution. "To give you and the child a more solid foundation, and to make Enrico give up completely, I've arranged a marriage alliance for you." I stayed silent, my emotions tangled.

“You are the worst person I have met in my life Charles McCall. I regret the first day I set my eyes on you.” “And I regret marrying a woman that can’t tell when she is or isn’t pregnant,” Charles fired back.

‘Because I knew that you’d be arrogant enough to think it was all some giant conspiracy theory instead of the kind of slip-up that’s been happening to men and women ever since they started fornicating! His eyes bored into her. ‘I’m assuming that marriage is what you want?’ Pamela’s eyes widened. Hadn’t he been listening to a word she’d been saying? ‘You must be mad,’ she whispered. ‘Completely certifiable if you think that I’d ever want to sign up for life with a man like you. A man so full of ego that he thinks a woman will get herself deliberately pregnant in order to trap him.’ ‘You think it’s never been done before?’ he scorned.

he whispered into her ear. Noticing her stiff body, he smirked, “According to the contract, you are expected to be submissive to me as your husband. But have no fear, my dear wife, by tomorrow it will be official and we will both have a nice time together.” he concluded and left the room. Aria shuddered. She did not remember reading that in the contract since she didn't really read it. She was so taken away by the prospect of ultimately having to revenge herself that she had no idea what she was signing up for.

“Here its tradition to kidnap the wife. You are lucky that you ended up with Capo. The less powerful men here are the trahiest human ever exist. Capo isn’t that bad of a human considering his rank so you lucked out. Plus, I heard he is big and knows how to fuck his women. Not only you will rule ‘the croce’ alongside him, you have the most authority in this mansion after capo, and your sex life is blessed.” The girls' excited shouts filled the room, but to my ears, they were a deafening, hollow sound. It was as if they hadn't heard a word I'd said—that this whole charade was against my will. Not that they could do anything about it, of course. That's probably why they were trying so desperate

“You didn’t jail me because I’m still useful, right? What’s next—my heart? Maybe my eyes?” He flinched like I’d spit venom. “As if anyone wants anything from your half-dead body.” He slammed a bowl of steaming ginseng soup onto the table beside me. “Mom and Dad found someone who’ll marry you. The Alpha of Golden Claw Pack’s on his way. Drink up. Try not to look like you’ve been dragged through a graveyard—we don’t need another scandal.” Marry? I looked down at myself—skin stretched over bones, scars crisscrossing everything. This wasn’t a marriage. It was a transaction.

And… A fellow she used to know. Elira stiffened. His voice was relaxed. "Elira. Haven't seen you in a while.". Her lips opened, but she remained silent. He drew nearer. "I need a favor." Her legs nearly buckled. "What… what kind of favor?" His eyes drilled into her. "A marriage. To me. One year. No strings. In return, I'll settle your debts, pay for your brother's treatment, and provide you with enough to begin anew." She blinked.