Predatory Marriage Manwha Novels & Stories

" Each phrase fell into me like small stones, piling in a basket I would be forced to carry. Later that evening, after the last guest had left and the compound smelled of spilled beer and fried oil, Mama called me aside. Her wrapper was loosened at the waist, but her voice remained sharp. "You did well today, she said. You smiled even when you did not want to. That is the first rule." I looked at her, waiting for more. "A woman’s endurance is her crown, she continued. If you want this marriage to last, you must understand that your place is here. Under this roof. And under my rules."

"Marry me for one year." No emotions. No questions. No love. Just a signature that will save her job, her family from debt, and her reputation. He needs a wife to secure a powerful political–business alliance that will determine the future of his empire. It’s strictly business. Strictly contractual. Strictly no feelings. Until possession, jealousy, and forbidden attraction begin to break every clause they signed. And when the alliance is threatened, Scarlet realizes she was never just a convenient bride… She was a pawn in a dangerous game between powerful men.

“This is how I want to spoil you every day.” “Uhm, that feels great. But baby, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. Once we are married, this is how I want it to be, too. I don’t want these tramps interfering in our marriage. Have any of your connections given in and hired her? I want that wench to become penniless and homeless.” Those words out of the woman’s mouth that he was going to marry killed his libido instantly. She made his stomach churn like a storm, knotting tightly with guilt and dread.

“Read it.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Legal terms blurred together, but the numbers were clear. Medical expenses. Housing. Monthly allowance. Security. Everything my mother needed. “And in return?” I asked, though my voice already knew the answer. “You will marry me.” The words knocked the air from my lungs. “It will be a one-year contract marriage,” he continued calmly. “No love. No emotional involvement. Public appearances only.” I swallowed hard. “And… intimacy?” His gaze darkened briefly. “Not required.”

Henceforth, getting betrayed previously he choosed not to get himself hurt by any random women. In laymen's lens, in the present day, Contingently, women is unpredictable. None could guess who's right or wrong at respective place. Hence , he chossed to be in safe hand and let alone treat commonly. Unprecedentedly, he prepared Prenup agreement. He furiously ran his long thin finger in his silky black hair. He couldn't able to think rationally. He was frustrated. He was suffocated.his grandmother was making everything difficult for him. Marriage. The only thing he don't want. Why is it necessary to marriage.Vaibhav Shergill never ever wanted to marriage, he never thought to let himself bound

No one would have thought that the King family, the most powerful clan in Preagend, would be fooled like this. In a large and lavish bedroom, a tall, well-dressed man seized the woman in the magnificent bridal gown by the neck in an outburst of rage. “You're not Avery! How dare you and your family trick me into marrying you? You must be tired of living already,” he growled. The woman was forced to tilt her head back, but her slender and attractive neck failed to elicit any sympathy from the man. “Let... let go...”

The very place that had once felt like a home now loomed over her like a prison. Madison’s words stung like a slap. “Yes, Mrs. Asher, we will live in your mansion as my husband, Mr. Samuel , has signed a deal with your husband, Mr. Asher until they complete their project. We will live here; hope you don’t have any problems!” The hurt in Madison’s eyes was unmistakable, and Sophia couldn’t bear to meet her gaze. The hatred simmering just beneath the surface was too much to confront.

"Why are you married to that woman?" asked a man who had just arrived and was cooking vodka. "Why do you still ask? Obviously, I want to make her suffer." "Marry the girl and then make Renata suffer? Selfish!" Melvin looked at the man in front of him, shaking the glass filled with beer and a few pieces of ice. "Isn't it enough to bankrupt her by taking over his family's company?" "No! I'll make her suffer more, crawling on me, begging for mercy!"

She turned and went up the stairs, vanishing into the sanctum of her and Dad's room, leaving us in a thick silence. The sound of her footsteps had hardly dissipated when Josh, the eternal opportunist, made his move. "Fixed marriage? Man, you're seriously getting the bad end of the deal. Your marriage is like a subscription package, you understand? Limited-time offer," he said, attempting a joke, which fell on deaf ears amidst the charged air. He caught a sharp backhand from me, the blow making him jump. "Ouch!" he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head, his eyes widening in mock outrage.

We had a small wedding, and over time, I convinced myself the paperwork didn't really matter. But now it finally clicked. Rupert never wanted to register our marriage because he was already married to Mavis! If he filed for another marriage, it'd be bigamy. So, I'd been the other woman the whole time. And now, I didn't even have the right to ask for a divorce.