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he counters, as if that justifies it all. I nod, finally, the motion feeling like the shattering of my own fantasy. My sister is right. My mother is right. In their eyes, and maybe in reality, we did just get married for the sex. To legitimize a desire that felt too big and too wrong to contain. But this—the manipulation, the secret war he was waging on my phone, the catastrophic timing—this isn’t how marriage is meant to be. This is a horrible, twisted version of it. I wrap my arms around myself, feeling very small and very, very young. "You should go, Paul. I’ll send my attorney to deliver the divorce papers. It’s best if we sign them now, while we’re still in Vegas."

As the room erupted in applause, he leaned into my ear one last time. "Don't think this changes anything," he said, his grip tightening on my waist. "This isn't a marriage. It's a consequence. For you." I realized then that I hadn't just been forced into a marriage. I had been handed over to a man who hated me, and whatever came next would not be kind.

“Stop trying to blackmail me, mom. I’m a man now. I’ve been a man for a long time.” “If you don’t find a wife as soon as possible, I’ll be forced to get you one.” Dominic laughed. “Calm down, mum. Love is not forced. Allow me to concentrate on my work.” “God didn’t let you die as a soldier during your peacekeeping missions just so you can have a family of your own.” “Stop it, mum.” “I’ve told you. I will get you a wife sooner than you think.” She ended the call, fuming as her husband walked down the stairs, smiling.”

Emily turned back to Caden, she would have just ignored him and walked away if not for her father, the Stone enterprises needed this alliance more than the Kingstons, they are just doing them a favor and Emily couldn't afford to blow it or else her father would put her head on a stick. "What do you want?" Emily asked. "Sit down, we need to set some ground rules if we are going to get married, that's the only reason I actually came for this dinner" Caden replied and Emily sighed before sitting back down. "I'm listening," she spoke after she got comfortable. "You have to stay away from me. We are only married in name only, and that's it," Caden informed. "Fine with me, I don't see any problem

she quickly closed her eyes he chuckled and kissed on her forehead while taking her to his embrace will this forced contract marriage ever turn into marriage with love??? let's see in upcoming journey

“You’re not even looking outside.” His low chuckle vibrated against my skin. “I’m looking at the best part.” His hands began their familiar journey moving up my ribs, cupping my breasts through the dress, thumbs brushing over already-pebbled nipples. “Hhh-” I arched into him with a soft sigh, feeling the hard length of him nestle against my ass. But I wasn’t ready to give in yet. Not after months of wedding planning stress, not after two days of polite restraint. I wanted to tease until we were both shaking.

His entire family sickened Kendall, his mother was a whore, his father a thug and he seemed to take after the both of them. Once seated the festivities began, dancing, drinking, eating. Nobody cared that this was a forced marriage. She watched her husband as he nursed a scotch. To her horror the emcee announced the bride and groom dance, great that's all she wanted. Blake stood up and playing the gentleman escorted her to the dance floor. The lights dimmed and they started their dance. Kendall kept her distance in the dance. Blake cursed under his breath before he pulled her in so their bodies touched. "Smile it's your wedding day." Kendall kept her back straight, hating the way he thought t

I say resolutely. Lorenzo turned on his heel and gave me an incomprehensible look. "To marry?" repeats skeptically. I say shaking my head. “Is this just for revenge?! Is that what you want, to hold on to someone? You know that in the eyes of her father's Clan, only death separates marriage, and these are the rules of my organization. Atlas, son, think straight.” Advise. My plan was always to advance my career as a military man, my father's soldier and he always knew that hence his disbelief.

The amusement makes the anger burn considerably hotter. "You are a brat," I continue, because I have started and there is no useful reason to stop. "This entire marriage is a sham built on coercion and your family's inability to mind its own business. I did not ask for any of this. I had a life, I had a company, I had plans that did not involve you in any capacity, and now I am sitting in a Rolls Royce in Sicily in a wedding dress arguing with someone who just organised a technical escape from his own wedding kiss because apparently even the most performative thirty-second gesture was too much to ask." I take a breath. "Disgusting. The whole thing is disgusting. And pathetic." He says nothin

one of the books will be about Francesca Luciano and Gianpaolo De Santis, called To Tame my Mafia husband. Here's the blurb as a little spoiler. She ends up taming the ruthless Mafia's heart. Francesca Luciano was forced to marry a man whom she had never met. Rumors said that he kills without batting an eyelash. Burnt down buildings and massacred people who went against him. Kidnaps girls because he's a slimy old pervert. To escape from this forced arranged marriage, Francesca tried every trick in the book. But she didn't expect her slimy old pervert husband to have dangerously sharp jaws, piercing grey eyes and strong tattooed hands that ignite fire whenever they touched her in places that