Predatory Marriage Light Novels & Stories

"I'll fulfill the agreement." ​As they left, it hit me. I’d stepped into a marriage meant to control me. And somehow, without planning to, I’d already chosen a side.

The data I'd recorded appeared on his screen, and an audio recording blasted through his external speakers, echoing across the entire venue. Naomi's sweet and gentle voice could be heard saying, "Darling, once I pay off all my debts, let's travel the world together. I don't want anything else. I just want you." That was the promise she made me three years ago while we were having a simple meal of instant lasagna. Another audio recording was played. It featured Naomi's voice as well, but this time, her tone was scathing and full of mockery. "Jared is my investor and my real fiance. You're just some guy I picked at random to fulfill the role of my husband in this social experiment."

"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.

Article 1: The marriage shall last 365 days. Article 2: No physical intimacy without mutual consent (though public displays of affection are mandatory). Article 3: No emotional attachment. Article 4: Under no circumstances shall a pregnancy occur. I paused at Article 4. My heart gave a strange little tug. "No pregnancy?" "I am under pressure from my board and my mother to produce an heir and settle down," Adrian said, standing up. He walked to the window, his back to me. He was tall, his tailored suit fitting his broad shoulders perfectly. "The marriage satisfies the 'settling down' requirement. But I have no intention of bringing a child into a world of business deals and fake smiles. This

That evening, after her shift had ended and she finally had some time to catch her breath, Elira sat in the break room, alone, tearing the envelope open. The first sentence spun her head around: "This is a formal proposal for a marriage of convenience." She blinked. Reread it. Her hands shook now. The letter outlined conditions—a year, no intimacy necessary, payment that would take care of her mother's doctor bills and then some. And the signature at the bottom? Caelan Ferrer. Elira had no idea what sort of sick joke this was. But something in his eyes when he spoke her name—it had been like he knew her. Like he was expecting it. Expecting her.

A gentleman quickly approached and tried to intervene, sensing that all eyes were already on us. “Mom, people are watching.” Mrs. Laurent lifted her chin defiantly. “They’re watching because this is my event. They just can’t believe a guest would dare defy me. Was my request so unreasonable? Was what I asked so outrageous? I’ve been arranging a marriage between President Ferrero and my Miranda. So why—why did he suddenly marry Dr. Sinclair, who, I might add, is already engaged to another man?!” A few guests nodded subtly. I think the mention of Kyros jogged their memory.

“That’s—what even is that? You’re offering me a fake marriage for a real empire?” She nodded, deadly calm. “Exactly. And before you give me that shocked, morally outraged face—ask yourself something. Isn’t that what your father’s been grooming you for all along? Strategic marriages. Aligned empires. Family-first decisions. What I’m offering isn’t new. It’s just more honest.” I backed up a step, heart pounding so loud I couldn’t hear the traffic anymore. She was serious. Like really serious. Like… not-a-test serious.

Viso was horrified at his advice. Marriage! Fucking Marriage? "Hmm! I only bark after sniffing the relatable things, Compagno. I Am asking you to marry her, not impregnate her. She can't get pregnant on her own. Dog, you could be allergic to dogs can't you. And what is marriage, just a piece of paper. Sign a damn Prenup with her dammit. You can add all the things you want in that.” Viso hummed, knowing where his homie was going. He heard about these contract marriages a lot these days.

He had married me with a document already in place to take it from me. I sat in my office for a long time after I understood what I was looking at. I wasn’t falling apart. I was past the part where things broke me. But something settled into place that hadn't been there before, something cold and very clear. This hadn't been a marriage that went wrong. It had never been a marriage at all. It had been a setup with a timeline. So I called Serena. "I need you to file a motion to introduce marital property pre-planning as evidence of predatory intent," I said.

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