Predatory Marriage Light Novels & Stories

What logical blueprint could possibly justify the integration of my youth into a marriage alliance with a geriatric patriarch? Compounding the absolute horror of the arrangement... stood the unyielding, dark reality of my clandestine association with Mr. Jefri. How could my internal network even preview the execution of a sanctified marriage covenant with an alternative human being, while the raw vulnerabilities of my flesh were continuously being dominated, claimed, and savored by my own university professor?

He didn’t want to live in his son’s shadow, just as he already lived in his wife’s shadow. “Mom, I’m not going to marry just anyone,” he retorted, irritated. He really wanted the presidency, but not at the cost of marrying a woman who was only after his money—and, above all, without love. Yes, John believed in marrying for love. “That’s why we suggested a contract. Think about it: you get married, take over the group, and after three years, you’re free,” Martha argued. “No love, no emotional obligations. Just an agreement. And of course, a well-calculated compensation.”

"I'm married already." Margaret's grin waned. "To a Franklin. However, the board considers the partnership to be shaky in light of yesterday's attempted assassination." Freda took a step forward, her muscles tensing in rage. "You're telling me that after almost losing my husband and bleeding for this family, I must get married again in order to keep what is rightfully mine?" "It's customary," Margaret stated. "That is blackmail," Grace yelled. Freda remained still. She fixed Margaret with a glare.

' She cursed inwardly. Seeing that Charlotte was no longer saying anything, Amy decided to take the opportunity to humiliate Charlotte. It would be a little payback for yesterday. "I'm sure that the marriage between you and Sebastian is a contract marriage. There is no possible way it is a love marriage. I mean look at you. No man in their right frame of mind would want to marry you much less Sebastian Gerano," Amy taunted and the other models roared with laughter. Charlotte clenched her fists in anger. She was angry because Amy was right about the marriage between her and Sebastian being a contract marriage.

“I know how it sounds, okay? Believe me, I know. But they weren’t threatening me. They were... professional. Cold, but… polite. Like it was a business transaction.” She stares at me like I’ve completely lost it. “Polite? Alyssa, they’re the Valentinos. Polite is just another weapon for people like them. What did they say? Tell me why they gave you $5000?” The words feel heavier when I have to form them aloud. “They want me to marry their son.” Carmen blinks. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry.... what?” “Two years. I marry their son, Stephano. I give them a child, and then I’m free.”

“An unwanted child should not leave in peace right?” “How dare you! Emily! Don't forget where you are! This is not your hometown or your playground!” He fumed more when he heard her last sentence. An unwanted child needs no peace? Are you fucking serious? He knew that the marriage between them was none other than a forced arranged marriage. A marriage where they were both drugged and forced to get married. “What I did is to train him for the future! What wrong did I do there?” “You are a devil! A merciless devil! Ray is our son!”

She asked in total confusion. "You are only good at organising events, my friend. Because I have started thinking that business is not your thing." Mary said with a sigh. "Ouch! That's insulting!" Sarah scoffed at her. "But that's the truth." Mary said and rolled her eyes at her. "Whatever, there can be many situations like the boy is being pressured from family for marriage but he doesn't want a regular wife. So, he offers a deal to a perfect candidate who can act well in front of everyone but can put distance between her and the boy. They sign a contract for the deal. Or sometimes the boy needs an heir but he doesn't want a wife so he again finds a perfect candidate to offer a deal which s

He used a marriage certificate as a weapon. Now, Catherine is asking me to use a new marriage certificate as a shield. "The prenuptial agreement protects both parties," Catherine states, sliding a silver pen across the table. "It secures the Moretti assets against any future dissolution of the marriage. But you need to understand something very clearly, Isabella. A Moretti marriage isn’t a quiet suburban contract. It’s a very loud, very violent statement to every single family on the East Coast that you belong to Luca's house now. You operate under his name, and his enemies become your enemies."

“I didn’t know it would come to this.” “Desperation,” Dominic replied, “is how most contracts are signed.” He turned back to me. “You see,” he said, “I don’t enjoy coercion. It’s inefficient. I prefer clarity.” He gestured toward the folder on the table. “Everything is there. The debt. The default. The transfer.” “Transfer to what?” I demanded. “To marriage.” The word hit me harder than I expected. “What?” I breathed. Dominic’s eyes remained fixed on mine. “A legal union. Binding. Enforceable.”

As I drove off the restaurant's gate, heading home, I quickly recalled that Paige said she'd be returning from her trip today. Although she never told me where she was going, I was able to know through my friends who work in the aviation aspect. They were the ones who told me Paige was leaving the country with the footballer she has fallen in love with. Yes, I am still with Paige; we never divorced, but not because I wanted to. In honesty, I have tried everything possible to divorce her, but all was to no avail due to the type of marriage contract I signed. The marriage contract I signed was predatory. We agreed that our marriage was going to be infinite, and anyone who brings up the topic o