Predatory Marriage Novels & Stories

"It’s the perfect scenario, as long as we stay married for one year. He gets his trust fund, the baby has legitimacy. I become the golden girl in the firm’s eyes, being married to a prestigious doctor and a bun in the oven. What could be better?” Abigail's gripping the arms of her chair, looking like she’s about to fall out of it. “What, did this guy plan this all from the start? Maybe he poked a few holes in the condoms or something." My drink shoots from my mouth. "Abby!" "I'm sorry, but this just sounds too weird and perfect to be a coincidence.” She sits back in her chair. “Wow. I’ve heard of women trapping guys into marriage with a pregnancy, but I’ve never seen it the other way around.

My marriage. My parents were still against it. Not because I married without informing them. That part offended my mother more than my father. The real problem was that, in our world, men like me married for three reasons. To secure an heir, for wealth, and for alliances. Marriage was business. A weapon. A strategy. And I had gone and married an American girl. Not Italian. Not from one of the families. Not useful in the way they understood useful. They wanted it undone.

a marriage agreement! At first, I thought that it was a joke. Isn't it something you can only read about in romance books? A sexy billionaire pays an innocent and poor girl to marry him...? Such clichéd things don't happen in real life! And of course, it was different than the romance novel situation. I wasn't the innocent type of girl, and Aren Lan sure as hell didn't consider paying me any money for being his wife. As he walked into the room, I could hear his threat instead. "You can either sign it or go to jail," he said harshly.

The man's voice was very thin and his lips were full of sneer. Lorraine laughed lowly, "Maxwell, we've known each other for so many years, don't I know you? You have no idea what marriage means, marriage represents loyalty, loyalty to each other, you leave Madam behind now, how do you expect her to live with herself, why don't you just settle her, she's nothing but a pet anyway or so, don't you think so?" Maxwell's brow furrowed, what was all this fuss about just getting married?

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.

Not one of them looked at me with pity. The Master of Rites stood at the front of the hall, his long robes touching the marble floor, and right beside him was Alpha Alexander, my husband. The word felt wrong and unreal in my head. It made me regret all the times I had wished for a husband of my own. He stood there expressionless, like he neither agreed nor disagreed with what was happening. If he hated this marriage, he did not show it. If he wanted it, he did not show that either. His face was calm, almost bored, like this was nothing more than another duty to complete.

“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.

She now has cute frown on her face. I spoke gently ''Siya. I don't know how to say this but we both got married last night. I wasn't the one who kidnapped you but one of my dadaji's old friend or you can say enemy. He tricked my family and you as well. After kidnapping you from orphanage he injected drugs into you and we both got married. He told me that you are orphan and also uneducated but don't worry I will never treat you bad. You are my wife and no one can change that fact. I will be your family. I know this is sudden to you but we have to accept it. In my family we don't do divorce.'' She was shocked with all the explanations. No worries. She is still digesting news of marriage. I gav

Not like he was even going to benefit anything from the marriage. "You can benefit a lot from this marriage." Jacopo said as if he was reading Marcello's mind. "The girl's late mother's family is part of Black Disciples. We can merge the two gangs together through one simple thing. Marriage. You don't have to love her or stay faithful to her." Silence filled the air–expressionless Marcello looked at his boss for a long moment without speaking After a while, he said, "No big deal." It's just a formality.

“Psychopath is dramatic.” “You kidnapped me.” “Fair point.” Instead of responding further, he slid a document toward me. “Sign it.” I glance down. A Three-Year Marriage Contract. He wants me to marry him? …You cannot be serious. “A contract marriage,” he said casually. “You marry me tomorrow. Three years later, you walk away free.” “You’re insane,” “No.” His voice stayed quiet. “Insane men act without purpose.” “Marriage?” I let out a disbelieving laugh. “You kidnap women and force them to marry you?”