Predatory Marriage Novels & Stories

But I need your cooperation. I shook my head in confusion. "What kind of cooperation?" He was a little hesitant, like he was measured in the way he chose to say it. "A contract marriage." The room fell silent. I blinked, sure I must have misheard him. "A… what?" "A contract marriage," he repeated in a flat tone. "It's simple: You marry me, and in return, I give you the power and resources to destroy Adrian. I will make sure he feels the pain he's inflicted on you a hundredfold."

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."

She spoke plainly. "I was born rebellious and never learned to behave. As for your wonderful nephew who betrayed me, he is still wandering around San Diego. I am very vindictive." In elite families, how many people truly controlled their own marriages. Many married to expand business empires for the benefit of two families. Afterward, husbands and wives appeared harmonious on the surface while living separate lives. There were also domineering men who controlled women completely. Capable and brilliant women before marriage were slowly worn down afterward, their sharp edges dulled, imprisoned in something called marriage.

"That's insane. Half the marriages in Manhattan start with prenups and financial arrangements." "But most don't admit it on national television," Margaret said, appearing in the doorway with her legal team. "I'm sorry to barge in, but we need to talk. Now." We sat down, and Margaret laid out the nightmare. "Richard's legal team is arguing that, by your own admission, you entered into marriage primarily for financial exchange. Isla needed money, Damien needed a wife for inheritance purposes. They're claiming this makes it a fraudulent marriage under New York Domestic Relations Law."

I didn’t know how to react, especially when he said that the groom would only look at me because I’m unsure if the man I would marry would like me and if I would like him back, so I fake a smile. I have this presumption that maybe my groom was unattractive enough. If not, why does he agree to an arranged marriage for a woman like me? A girl without a good background and doesn’t have any achievements at all. I’m not even popular in school. The bottom line is I’m just an ordinary girl, but I do admit I have looks, although not as stunning as a celebrity does.

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.

" Oh, so it is all about what I told my friends... So what would have I said about you?... That she is a girl I was forced to marry. That though, I don't even know her, but I have to spend the rest of my life with her. Oh, come on... what would my friends say about me. Who in this century gets betrothed for god sake?? How could I have explained my marriage?" " That means you are ashamed to get married to me. You can't even tell your friends that I am your wife. If you were betrothed to me I was also to you. I am also in the same situation. I didn't know you as well. But now we are married and I don't have a problem with that. But it seems like a very big issue with you and you avoid me like

I felt tired; my temples began to throb again. "I slept with Howard." The wine glass in his hand shattered on the floor. His eyes turned crimson, disbelief etched across his face. "Teagan! How could you…" I calmly closed my laptop and smiled at him. "What? Are you upset?" I genuinely hoped we could just have a marriage of convenience, where we could both enjoy the benefits this arrangement brought. He could sleep with a different woman every night, and I wouldn't care. Meanwhile, I would leverage the Brookes' connections to gain more resources for myself.

I was happy that there are no chances that she can love me. She felt disgust and hate for me. That intense detest can never be removed and it worked in my favor as I don't have to go through that feeling of betrayal again. When I don't love her, why'd I marry her? I have to get married to her but I can't give her love and moreover, I have turned this marriage into nothing but a mere display of ravish and repugnance for her. ‘That poor soul doesn't even know a thing. She just thinks that she married me to satisfy my lust as I'm gonna afford her expenses.’

I'm practically spitting on her as I talk, walking closer to her with every word I spew. "Jory Payne was my contracted fiancé, and your wife seduced him and got pregnant. Yes, the marriage contract says that we can terminate once one of the parties gets pregnant or gets someone pregnant, but both parties have to agree to the termination, and I don't agree! I want to keep the contract, and on top of that, Jory and I will get custody of the brats." The bitch actually stands in her position with a smug smile.