Predatory Marriage Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I almost laugh now thinking about it, it’s all a load of crap! Who would want to marry a man who buys you like merchandise? Who would wake up beside a man knowing the only reason you’re in his bed is because he could afford you? It’s obvious marriage isn’t romance in these men world, It’s a receipt and Proof of ownership to an extension to them. Especially with the ones who has depraved tastes. Many girls are living testimony to this. I heard the whispers in the dormitories at night when the light dimmed. How the lucky ones, the ones who gain the love of their master, those considered beautiful enough, obedient enough, and entertaining were given rings and turned into wives.

MARRIAGE BINDING AGREEMENT Proposed by: Celestina Vale This marriage constitutes a strategic and legally binding alliance, governed strictly by the terms outlined below: No Intimacy or Love The union shall remain free of physical intimacy, emotional attachment, or romantic involvement. Trust Clause Trust must be earned. No privileges shall be granted without proven loyalty and consistency. Equality of Rule Both parties shall hold equal authority. Neither shall dominate or override the other. Power Restriction Neither party shall use the other’s influence or resources for selfish or personal gain. Financial Entitlement Celestina shall receive 30% of all income and profits acquired by the seco

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.”

Once in her study, her fingers flew over the keyboard as she pulled up all the information she could find on the Powell family. Then, she dug into the details of Fawn’s arranged marriage. The man she was supposed to marry was a real estate tycoon, nearly sixty years old, who had already outlived three wives. Officially, they had all died of illness, but Maria discovered that each one had actually died from abuse. The tycoon had a twisted hobby—he enjoyed "sharing" women with his son. The old man from last night was none other than the real estate tycoon. Fawn wouldn’t surrender easily—she would try everything to escape this marriage.

What logical blueprint could possibly justify the integration of my youth into a marriage alliance with a geriatric patriarch? Compounding the absolute horror of the arrangement... stood the unyielding, dark reality of my clandestine association with Mr. Jefri. How could my internal network even preview the execution of a sanctified marriage covenant with an alternative human being, while the raw vulnerabilities of my flesh were continuously being dominated, claimed, and savored by my own university professor?

"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?"

"I'll fulfill the agreement." ​As they left, it hit me. I’d stepped into a marriage meant to control me. And somehow, without planning to, I’d already chosen a side.

Legalese, provisions, timelines. "It's real," he stated flatly. "I don't get it," she whispered. "Why me?" Caelan paused. Then sat across from her, his elbows on his knees. "Three reasons," he replied. "First, I have to be married by the end of this quarter. It's part of a trust I'm trying to access—one that will decide the fate of a very big merger." Elira blinked. "And…?" "Second, I require someone who isn't a socialite, or in the tabloids, or trying to make it to the top of my world. You're clean. Invisible. Private."