Predatory Marriage Manwha Novels & Stories

Christian said, leaning back with a smirk that told me he thought he’d already solved my life. I looked at Eunice. She was swaying to the new rhythm, her dress riding up her thighs, eyes locked on mine with a hunger that was far too loud. I needed to kill this before it started. "Just so we’re clear," I said, leaning into her space. I didn't lower my voice. "The marriage is twelve months. Exactly." She didn't flinch. She just nodded, her tongue tracing her bottom lip. "And," I added, my voice turning to ice. "There will be no sex. None. Ever."

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.

Is this a marriage or like… a temporary hostage arrangement? I laughed out loud, the sound startling in the quiet room. A little weight lifted off my chest, even if it was only for a moment. K: Guys, relax. I’m okay. Shocked, confused, borderline dizzy, but okay. Malik: “Okay”? Kimani, you literally just married a man you met THIS MORNING. Zendaya: Bestie, no offense but… what if he’s a vampire? This has romance novel energy. Denise: No, vampire would be cute. This has more… mafia vibes. Like, “marry me or else.”

I took a deep breath, opening my mouth to speak, but Davy beat me to it. “No,” he shook his head firmly, his gaze on me, letting me see and hear his opinion. “Anna is her own person, so she can do whatever she likes. It is a marriage, a partnership, not ownership. And honestly, who cares? I am hopelessly in love with my wife; shouldn’t it be a good thing? I admit I overlook a lot of things, but this is our marriage, and we will do as we please as long as it works for us.”

I vaguely explained, reluctant to divulge more details. "The good thing about her being married is that," Simon starts, attempting to find a silver lining in my complicated situation. "What?" I interrupted, unsure where Simon was going with his thoughts. "Think about it. If she's upset now, her husband will deal with it, and you just get the good part, wild sex! You spent the afternoon having sex with her, and now we're going out at night to pick up some hotties. After all, you're free. Since she's married, she can't be in your case, making demands and having boring discussions. You just get the good part!" Simon suggests with a mischievous grin, trying to lighten the mood with his unconvent

she shouted. Greg looked up lazily. “I’m clearly cleaning stains from my wife’s face, Jane. You can see that, can’t you?” Jane swallowed the words confusedly. “Wife? I am your wife. We are legally married, Greg.” He smiled. “Sorry to tell you this, but our marriage was fake. I actually married Lila, not you.” He leaned back comfortably. “I was only with you because I had a mission.” Laughter burst around the room, and Jane looked from face to face.

"He came over to me and said he had an offer. I was not interested but I was curious and bored. Also angry." "Why were you angry?" "My father had just told me to get a woman to marry within a months time." I nod. "We went over to the tables and played. We went over and over." "He lost." I stated knowing that part too well. "Yes. He lost. He did not have the money so he was left with only one option…" "Me." He kissed my forehead. "Yes,you." "That's it?" "Pretty much all of it. You know the rest,you getting picked up,the marriage,you running away,me getting you,you falling in love,me having been entrapped by you first,the…"

“ That's a fucking lie! Stop lying to me!” Tania shrugged, taking some steps towards me. “ Believe what you wish,” her lips curled up further. “ But I'll make this very clear, you have nothing now…absolutely nothing.” “ W-What do you mean?” She stepped back, circling around me as she crossed her arms. “ Father's will stated that after three years of marriage, all his property would be transferred to your husband and— correct me if I'm wrong—today is your third wedding anniversary, isn't it dear sister?”

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

“I’m not surprised.” “Then why do you look like that?” “Like what?” “Like you’re preparing for a disaster.” His gaze sharpens slightly. “Preparation prevents disaster.” “You’re impossible.” “Yes.” That answer comes easily for him. Too easily. I walk past him toward the window. The glass reflects both of us faintly against the darkening skyline. For weeks this penthouse has felt like a battlefield disguised as a home. Strategic conversations. Careful boundaries. Unspoken rules. A marriage built on revenge and opportunity.