Predatory Marriage Novels & Stories

"How ref‌reshingly adolescent. Let me educate you about something, my dea⁠r. Love is a fairy ta‌l‍e we tell ourselves to make th⁠e transaction of m‌arriage more p‍alatable. The realit⁠y is far more practical." She⁠ stood and walk‌ed to the window agai‍n, her silhouette sharp against the‍ bright sky. "M⁠ar‍riage, re‌a‌l marriage in families like ours‌, serves two purposes. Repro⁠ductio⁠n and str⁠ategic alliance."‌ She glanced back at me over her shoul‌der. "‍You‌ b‌rin⁠g no strateg⁠ic value to the Blackwood name. No business connections⁠, no political influen⁠ce, no soci⁠al s‍tanding. Which leaves o‌n‍ly one p‍ossible u‍se for you⁠."

Ivan had done what he could never dream of in the past. Alicia finished her wine. She felt tipsy and brave. “And with or without witnesses, everyone is aware of the story of how I became your wife. In a way, it’s no different from a predatory marriage. You drove your ship to Coulson all high and mighty and threateTed the royal and nobility to give up their princess. It’s obviously not normal.”

“And I need something...” “I have a condition to “help you,” he says, cutting me off, I tell him to continue.” Don't get married, if she is in love it will help in the process of softening her image to her parents, and she will have me to confront and justify it. Then calmly think about marriage. Nego shook his head. “She could be pregnant” I speak of my suspicions. Lorenzo snorted and smacked my forehead. Pregnancy before marriage is punishable. "Certainty?" question.

Unfortunately, there was only a deliveryman holding a small box standing before him instead of the figure he was hoping for. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Hunter Jones? You have a parcel from Ms. Audrey White." Hunter eagerly signed his name and accepted the package when he heard Audrey's name. He was dumbstruck after opening the box. That was because there was a fake marriage certificate, Audrey's engagement ring, and several printed images of Sarah's past social media posts in the box. It turned out that Audrey had long known about his marriage registration with Sarah. Each of his affections toward Sarah was posted on social media and became the weapon Sarah used against Audrey.

"Because then whoever married me would be stuck with me for five years and during that time I could destroy them from the inside." I laughed but it was not funny because Daniel had been smarter than I thought and more manipulative than I gave him credit for and he had set up a situation where the only way for his family to get his shares was to marry me and the only way to stay married to me was to keep me alive. "That is extremely devious," Patricia said. "That was Daniel." She pulled out another document and slid it across the desk. "There is one more thing you should know." "What now?" "The clause specifies that the marriage must be to someone who is not a blood relative. But it does not

"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.

Prey said loudly. “What is the excess of getting married to him that after his death I don’t entitle to any inheritance. Or do you think he will leave his children and give me more than them. I need a child too. Child is a powerful weapon to hold a stay in a home. Don’t you get it?” “I understand you so well, Prey. But since it has come like this you have to accept it like that” Prey looked up at Adeline. “So I should just be and at the end I won’t achieving anything. Or what do you think that make me to get married to him?” Prey asked loudly.

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."

I know that in just a matter of seconds — minutes, even — that I will be swarmed by a group of power hungry men who think that the way to my father’s high ranking positions in the Obsidian pact is by marrying me. Why is my worth determined by who I am married to? Why has my life been revived around my martial status? From a young age, I decided to marry Adrian and help out his own personal mission, singing a contract that gave him everything and more. Now that I am free from the confines of that marriage, my father wants to force me into a new one. It is all a game of politics in the criminal underworld that I truly have no care in the world to be a part of and yet here I am, the prize cow r

“I didn’t know it would come to this.” “Desperation,” Dominic replied, “is how most contracts are signed.” He turned back to me. “You see,” he said, “I don’t enjoy coercion. It’s inefficient. I prefer clarity.” He gestured toward the folder on the table. “Everything is there. The debt. The default. The transfer.” “Transfer to what?” I demanded. “To marriage.” The word hit me harder than I expected. “What?” I breathed. Dominic’s eyes remained fixed on mine. “A legal union. Binding. Enforceable.”