Predatory Marriage Novels & Stories

“ That's a fucking lie! Stop lying to me!” Tania shrugged, taking some steps towards me. “ Believe what you wish,” her lips curled up further. “ But I'll make this very clear, you have nothing now…absolutely nothing.” “ W-What do you mean?” She stepped back, circling around me as she crossed her arms. “ Father's will stated that after three years of marriage, all his property would be transferred to your husband and— correct me if I'm wrong—today is your third wedding anniversary, isn't it dear sister?”

Ella was at a loss for words, and after a long silence, she broke down and begged, "Jim, I'll go right now and end this pregnancy, like it never happened. Can't we just try for another baby?" I looked at her like she was out of her mind and said slowly, "Even if you were the last woman on earth, I wouldn't want you after you've cheated." Ella seemed not to grasp what I was saying and screamed desperately, "However, now you're blind in one eye, a monster, a cripple. Who else would marry you but me?" I could not help but laugh bitterly. "I'd rather stay single for the rest of my life than concern myself with you."

“That’s—what even is that? You’re offering me a fake marriage for a real empire?” She nodded, deadly calm. “Exactly. And before you give me that shocked, morally outraged face—ask yourself something. Isn’t that what your father’s been grooming you for all along? Strategic marriages. Aligned empires. Family-first decisions. What I’m offering isn’t new. It’s just more honest.” I backed up a step, heart pounding so loud I couldn’t hear the traffic anymore. She was serious. Like really serious. Like… not-a-test serious.

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.

When I was researching them, I didn't even think to look into them having any children. I wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t expecting any of this. My head feels too full, my chest too tight. Do they really want me to marry their son? I force myself to speak, even though my voice shakes. “And... what happens after?” Mr Valentino doesn’t hesitate. Not even a second. “The contract lasts two years. You provide an heir. After that, you’re free.” An heir. Not a wife. Not a partner. Just a vessel.

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."

He used a marriage certificate as a weapon. Now, Catherine is asking me to use a new marriage certificate as a shield. "The prenuptial agreement protects both parties," Catherine states, sliding a silver pen across the table. "It secures the Moretti assets against any future dissolution of the marriage. But you need to understand something very clearly, Isabella. A Moretti marriage isn’t a quiet suburban contract. It’s a very loud, very violent statement to every single family on the East Coast that you belong to Luca's house now. You operate under his name, and his enemies become your enemies."

Daniela's POV After Antonio Vinci hung up the phone and saw how swiftly I had signed, he suddenly smiled. He slid his arms around my waist and intimately asked, "Why are you so obedient, Daniela? If I asked you to die for me, would you do it?" "Maybe." Resting his chin on my shoulder, he closed the folder and said, "This is a marriage agreement. Are you happy that I'm finally marrying you?" I gave a slight nod. "Weddings are a lot of work. That includes setting the date, picking the rings, dress fittings, and arranging the guest list. We're going to be busy."

And vulnerable men didn't stay in power long. But marriage... the thought still made my jaw clench with distaste. I'd watched my father parade his pregnant mistress through Florence society while my mother wasted away from cancer and heartbreak. I'd seen how marriage could become a weapon, how love could be twisted into control. No. Marriage was not the answer. But tonight had clarified something else for me. Adriana's clumsy attempt to drug me, to force intimacy between us. She wasn't content to wait for a formal engagement announcement. She was actively scheming to trap me, to use pregnancy as leverage to force my hand.

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.”