Predatory Marriage Novels & Stories

My voice had returned, but my throat was dry. "That's right. It was just a trial," she confirmed with a scornful laugh. "I needed to prove to the board of directors that, even in the most desperate circumstances, I can still attract a loyal partner and build up everything from scratch. "Jared is my investor and my real fiance. You're just some guy I picked at random to fulfill the role of my husband in this social experiment. It just so happened that you and Jared have the same last name, Lewis." "So that ten-million-dollar debt…"

Unfortunately, she had kept her face tense, as if she was dissatisfied with the engagement. I was afraid she would refuse it. So I immediately prepared a divorce agreement set three years later. I told her that both families had decided on the marriage. Even if she wasn’t satisfied, she had to accept it for now. After three years, we would separate. That was why I handed it to her in advance. Nevertheless, I played a small trick. I deliberately made the safe damp, blurring the text on the agreement. Three years later, she would still be mine. Elena said she wanted to treat me to dinner. I deliberately chose the same restaurant Clara had mentioned yesterday, planning to pack her favorite dish

Third POV “We can live here again if you become my wife and bear a child for me. I need to become a husband and a father within three months to take back this failing pack.” He sniffed in. “Maybe I'm too quick but this isn't what I intended for you.” “Let's make it a contract marriage. I don't want to mingle in your future, I'm not sure if dad would accept a long term marriage between us and our marriage can only be blessed should your parents accept it. A contract marriage wouldn't require that either. I can get you pregnant.”

"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.

"You know what I’ll check myself, as I told you yesterday, you can tell a lot by fingering a woman's. ..." "Stop it your vulgar! I've already told you that I haven't been with anybody before. Father wanted me to be pure for my marriage. Of course that was a complete waste of time considering I ended up with you. I guess I'll have to make up for the lack of sex now. Suppose I can have my fun while being married." "You honestly think I'll allow my wife to fuck around? And again I don't think I believe you about your partners." Kendall was fed up with Blake.

She saw how her sister-in-law aged overnight and how her niece and nephew grew up too fast, learning early that promises didn’t always mean security. Marriage was not just about love. Sometimes, it was about survival. Stability. Convenience. Not everyone had the luxury of a fairy tale. Some people just needed the right partner for the right situation. That’s when it hit her. She could create that. Fedora had spent years helping businesses form the right partnerships to succeed. What if she applied that same strategy to marriage? Temporary engagements. Fake weddings. A service that provided the illusion of love when people needed it most. People needed convenient partners. Someone to silence

I repeated slowly, letting the word settle on my tongue like I was testing it. He didn’t hesitate. “You will be married.” For a second, I didn’t respond—not because I didn’t understand, but because I understood too well. It wasn’t surprising. It wasn’t shocking. Their audacity! It was expected, and somehow, that made it worse. They were looking for a scapegoat. “To whom?” I asked finally. “A Northern Alpha,” the woman answered smoothly, like she had been waiting for that question. “A strategic alliance. His territory holds resources we require, and his influence will stabilize our standing. This marriage will restore financial control and reinforce our political position.”

I drank myself sick at business dinners and fought my way through one negotiation after another until I finally helped her take the CEO’s chair. But once her career became stable, she wanted to “test” my sincerity. She said she would only agree to marry me after I passed the fifty-two premarital tests designed by Ryan. So Ryan used the word “test” as an excuse to torment me. He made me collect 9,999 handwritten blessings from strangers. He deliberately dumped ice water over my head when I walked into the office. He slipped laxatives into my water so that during a partnership meeting, I was running to the bathroom in front of everyone and humiliating myself.

"What this document shows is not a husband who took advantage of financial access inside a marriage. It shows a man who identified a target and began extracting from her before he had any legal standing to do so. Before the marriage existed. Before any claim could be made." Nicole sat across the table. "It demonstrates premeditation," her attorney continued. "Which changes the entire framing of the financial fraud. This is not opportunism. This is not a marriage that went wrong and produced bad behavior. This is a calculated plan that the marriage was designed to enable." She put the document down. "Margaret's entire counter-narrative depends on framing you as a bitter wife retaliating with

Elytra said, as if that alone should have been enough to make him fall in line. "What does any of this have to do with me marrying Sandra or whatever her name is?" Darius shot back, his patience already running thin. "Don't act like a child. You know exactly what that means," Elytra said. She was right. Marriage of convenience or for merger purposes wasn't a myth. It was very rampant among the elite to ensure that both companies continued to work together for generations to come, solidifying power and monopoly in the country. And Darius? He was about to fall victim to it. The irony wasn't lost on him—his father had escaped this world, and now his mother was trying to drag him right back into