Predatory Marriage Mga Nobela at Kwento

I questioned, wanting his opinion. “Can’t you live not caring about your grandma’s fortune taking away from her?” he bit back, consuming the coffee. And I smile, showing my teeth. “Fair play. We don’t have any other way than this. What an ill fate!” I commented, and he nodded in agreement. “I had four bargains for this marriage,” I began. “One, I can do what I want as long as it doesn’t ruin our families.” “Fair, so am I,” he said, revealing his drop-gorgeous smile. The pleasures in his countenance, pondering for a second. “That’s a new one, huh.”

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

Your aim was to get married, you don’t care whether you are getting married to Dhruv or his brother. Anaya closed her eyes hearing his taunt, she tried to explain to him:” You are thinking wrong, I.” “Shut up! “ He shouted angrily and walked to the dressing table, he started removing his watch. Anaya stood like a statue for a few seconds, gaining courage she said:” Ahaan, I know this is forced marriage. We both are not ready for this marriage, this was unexpected. But, now we are married. You are my husband, I will fulfil all my duties as your wife. Please, a give chance to this marriage.”

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

"I wasn't lying about paying you back. But I need time." Calloway was quiet for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was lower. "I have a better idea." "What?" "Marry me." I blinked. "What?" "A contractual marriage. One year." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "You get protection, resources for the baby, a roof over your head. A statement to everyone that you're not some abandoned, pregnant ex-wife." "And what do you get?" I set down the water glass. "What does a billionaire need from a pregnant divorcée?"

"I know. But I'm—I'm asking anyway. Pretending you have a choice. Pretending this is—is something other than what it is." "What is it?" "Captivity. Ownership. Control. A man who can't let go and a woman who can't leave." "That's what we are?" "Yes. That's what we are. And tomorrow—tomorrow I'll ask you to marry me. And you'll say yes. Because you're conditioned to. Because you can't refuse. And we'll pretend it's a choice. Pretend it's real. Pretend we're something other than captor and captive." She stared at him. "You're going to marry me? Make it official? Legal?"

She said that sarcastically. “Yeah... I’d be bragging my bestie is his wife too!” Winx cheered. “I was joking, don’t do that.” Arya warned, dropping the phone on her laps and then putting it on her ears again. “Do you think contract marriages becomes real?” “Many times they do.” “You think?” Arya sighed. “Times it won’t be real is if both parties get to lose if it becomes real. Like say, the girl married the man to pay her debts while the man only wanted her to bear him a son. After that, they go their ways.”

It often happens in marriages for convenience and marriages for alliance, again, the offspring is most likely a tool for business partnerships. Like right now, the Valencia household must’ve held this candidacy event to also form alliances and partnerships. It is very unlikely that it is out of love, the man will marry a girl he doesn’t love, wherein their parents will love the political outcome of the said marriage. More partnerships, stronger backing, more wealth and power. While she was drawing, her thoughts wandering around things that she hasn’t had the time to think through, a voice suddenly spoke which snapped her out of her thoughts.

I'm practically spitting on her as I talk, walking closer to her with every word I spew. "Jory Payne was my contracted fiancé, and your wife seduced him and got pregnant. Yes, the marriage contract says that we can terminate once one of the parties gets pregnant or gets someone pregnant, but both parties have to agree to the termination, and I don't agree! I want to keep the contract, and on top of that, Jory and I will get custody of the brats." The bitch actually stands in her position with a smug smile.

"That's insane. Half the marriages in Manhattan start with prenups and financial arrangements." "But most don't admit it on national television," Margaret said, appearing in the doorway with her legal team. "I'm sorry to barge in, but we need to talk. Now." We sat down, and Margaret laid out the nightmare. "Richard's legal team is arguing that, by your own admission, you entered into marriage primarily for financial exchange. Isla needed money, Damien needed a wife for inheritance purposes. They're claiming this makes it a fraudulent marriage under New York Domestic Relations Law."