Predatory Marriage Novels & Stories

Wendy laughed and said, “Nah, he’s not Sugar Daddy material. You should marry him.” “I can’t believe I’m actually considering it,” Kate said in bemusement. “It’s called a marriage of convenience,” said Wendy. “You get his name and protection, your baby gets a comfortable home to grow up in, and Tony gets a young beautiful wife to keep him youthful and happy. That’s an all-around win in my books.” “Yeah, that sounds pretty simple from your point of view,” Kate said tentatively. “But I doubt if it’s going to be that straightforward.”

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 constructed a cage for my wild and furious spirit and awaited the day of my wedding. A small part of me fantasized about falling in love like the princesses in my mother’s tales, dreaming of a day when I would be free. But deep down, I always understood that a happy ending was not in my future. So, I waited and I feared. And now the moment has arrived. Tomorrow, I will marry a man who makes wolves fight as if they were mere dogs. A man who threatened to treat me like a stray. His predatory gaze sends shivers down my spine.

"But I did it anyway. Now, she owes me her very life. She will be grateful to me forever. Every time she looks at me, she won't just see a husband she was forced to marry; she will see her savior. That kind of debt is a leash that never breaks, and I intend to pull it whenever I please." A slow, cold smile curves my lips. It is a predatory expression that does not reach my eyes. My mother stares at me for a long beat, her own eyes narrowing as she processes the cold logic of my obsession. "You are far too into her," she whispers darkly, leaning over the mahogany bed rail. "It was not supposed to be like this, Santino. This marriage was a business arrangement. She was a means to an end a way

"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

Marriage. Mating ceremonies in high-society packs were rarely about love. They were political transactions. Far out in the western territories, smaller packs often struggled to find brides for their older betas or scarred, disabled warriors. Those men did not care about a ruined reputation. They cared about securing a quiet, obedient female to manage their isolated households.

"Maxton followed me to my workplace. He grabbed me in the parking garage and tried to hit me. Kyle intervened. He offered me protection because Maxton has been his business rival for years. The marriage was a strategic arrangement that benefited both of us." The words sounded hollow even to me. Strategic arrangement. Like I was describing a corporate merger instead of the most desperate decision of my life. "You married a wealthy man weeks after leaving his brother," Dr. Morrison repeated, leaning forward slightly in her chair. "You receive significant financial compensation as part of this marriage. Can you understand how that appears to an outside observer?"

My wife, Isabel Wilson, had slept with more than a thousand men, yet she still refused to divorce me. Her family called me a useless freeloader who did nothing but live off his wife. The first time I asked Isabel for a divorce was five years ago. She didn't say a word. She simply had me locked inside the house for an entire month. A month later, she threw a positive pregnancy test in my face. Three years ago, I asked for a divorce a second time. Isabel went straight back to her family's home that very night. Right after that, I was reduced to seeing my child once a week. Today was the third time. This time, I could finally be free because I realized that my child didn't love me, and my

It would sooner kill the vessel than be used. And two hundred years later, a Varco and a Marwick had been forced together again. Not by chance. By a Bride Swap. By an ancient, sanctioned, respectable institution that exists for the single purpose of arranging marriages between the species for reasons of state, and that had, this cycle, arranged mine.

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.