Predatory Marriage Manwha Novels & Stories

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

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?"

I accept out of spite, drinking it while Lucien works on his laptop like I'm not there. Thirty minutes in, I break the silence. "How many couples will be there?" "Eight, including us." "Do they all have real marriages?" His fingers pause on the keyboard. "Define real." "Marriages that started without contracts." "Most marriages are contracts, Mara. Some are just more honest about it." "That's bleak." "That's reality." He returns to typing. "James and Victoria Worthington married to merge family fortunes. Oliver Grant married his assistant to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit. The Pattersons have an arrangement where he keeps a mistress and she keeps his credit cards."

“Simon, you really are something else. Having me out of your life—wasn’t this exactly what you always wanted?” Holding his gaze, I spoke in a cold, steady voice. “That day in the golf club lounge, I heard every word you said with Yara. “The man you saw tonight? The one I plan to marry? He’s the same one you paid to pretend to chase after me. “Simon, you don’t need to spend another cent to get rid of me. You’re finally free to be with the woman you love. “So, why won’t you just let me go? Isn’t this everything you wanted?"

I'm trying to initiate a conversation. "Look, I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to prove that you're a girl of good character, when you clearly know that you're not. Remember how you argued with me in the street yesterday, a well mannered girl will never do that. Ugly, listen. I just agreed to this marriage because of my Mom, I don't want to break her heart. We can be husband and wife on papers, but don't expect me to play the good husband" I can feel my eyes itching.

I didn’t know how to react, especially when he said that the groom would only look at me because I’m unsure if the man I would marry would like me and if I would like him back, so I fake a smile. I have this presumption that maybe my groom was unattractive enough. If not, why does he agree to an arranged marriage for a woman like me? A girl without a good background and doesn’t have any achievements at all. I’m not even popular in school. The bottom line is I’m just an ordinary girl, but I do admit I have looks, although not as stunning as a celebrity does.

There is a faint tightening in his jaw when he says it, and I can't tell whether it is the idea of him being the father of my future child, or the fact that I've gotten married to him without ever having known anything about him besides his name and status. “I may be your husband now,” he says, his voice rigid, “but if I wasn’t already clear before, I do not want you. So don’t expect anything romantic from me. Do not expect any love, or loyalty. Do not expect a partner from me.” I keep my face still despite how each word stings. He is simply setting terms, as if outlining another clause from the contract. I should have expected this. He didn't want this marriage either... but there is no rea

Ella was at a loss for words, and after a long silence, she broke down and begged, "Jim, I'll go right now and end this pregnancy, like it never happened. Can't we just try for another baby?" I looked at her like she was out of her mind and said slowly, "Even if you were the last woman on earth, I wouldn't want you after you've cheated." Ella seemed not to grasp what I was saying and screamed desperately, "However, now you're blind in one eye, a monster, a cripple. Who else would marry you but me?" I could not help but laugh bitterly. "I'd rather stay single for the rest of my life than concern myself with you."

“All of this, the dress, ceremony… Him.” Beside, Mr. Kim adjusted the cuff of his bespoke tuxedo and stared out the tinted window as if her resistance was a mild inconvenience. “Patience, Chaewon. Jian’s influence is a fortress—This marriage will secure the future we’ve bled for.” “I can’t do this,” she said under her breath, voice tight with fury. “I won’t become collateral in your ambition.” “You’re not collateral, Chaewon. You’re the prize, you’re my daughter. You carry the blood of the Kim dynasty. You were born for this.”

I heard James sigh as I scooted back to sit next to Shawn, who lifted his index finger to his lips, “Tonight was not the night for that, and you know it. I explicitly explained that I have to keep up appearances.” “But why does it have to involve her?” Marina spat the word ‘her’ as if it burned her to say. “We are married!” James shouted, “To everyone here, she is my wife. And I have already explained to you why I married her.” “Everyone here doesn’t matter,” Marina whispered, sounding hurt, “What happened to the man I knew before the accident?” James released a heavy breath that even I could hear from behind the walls of this clubhouse, “Come here,” he whispered.