Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Forced Marriage

"You shouldn't, I expected better from you," "You should have thought of that before you forced me to marry him. My life doesn't concern you anymore, I am a Kingston now," Emily snapped. "We've never had one peaceful dinner, and this isn't any different." Layla sighed as she gulped down the juice from her neat glass. "I love Caden, and we are finally enjoying our marriage. Just let us be," Emily said again. Harper slammed his spoon on the table roughly. "You'll regret your decision." he stood up and left the dining.

Two beautiful peaches her curls pressed against Emma's muscular, hairy pectoral muscles. "Very well, my dear." Emma kissed Layla on the cheek, whispering. The pampered voice is completely different from the normal state. It is said that men in bed always turn into great cheaters. Make you think that you are the person he loves the most. Layla opened her mouth and gasped. She tried to get as much fresh air as she could. She never thought that a kiss could cause a person to die of suffocation. “When kissing, breathe through your nose.”

At least that was what I had been telling myself all these years, but now it just seemed like I was the real problem she had in her life. “The last man you declared your love for wanted to use you for your money and body. So sorry for keeping you away from that creep.” Pietro sighed from my side because he had known about that bastard as well. I added, “Now coming to what you said about being bartered away for some baseless alliance. No one knows how it feels to be in that situation better than me.” I had no say when Pa had blatantly declared my marriage to Fabiola without asking me when I had been grieving the death of my fiancée. He had not asked me about Bella either, but at least, in her

All four of them were trapped in this single house. Miya. Julian. Lily. Aurora. They were all functioning within the exact same structural walls. They were entirely bound together because Freya Blake had ruthlessly arranged two separate, highly strategic marriages exactly thirty years apart. The invisible, structural cage was massive and it was built flawlessly. Aurora closed her eyes tightly in the dark bedroom. She breathed in the freezing, absolutely quiet air of the second floor. She thought she could smell something sharp and incredibly bright. It was Miya's preserved lemon.

Love saved us from death. Now at the altar, in front of the pastor, we were renewing our marriage vows. A forced marriage that began with an illegal purchase was now becoming real. I wore a beautiful white dress while holding Gregory’s hand and promising to make him happy for the rest of our lives. “I love you, Emma Scott.” Those were the most beautiful words I could hear from Gregory’s lips. Because I loved him too and wanted to live by his side forever. We were married again, this time the right way, writing the right story so we could be truly happy. Every new beginning is good, and everyone deserves a second chance.

In the meantime, Gabriela couldn't stop thinking about Simon, his gaze, his arms that held her, and how he slowly leaned forward, making her heart thump like crazy. Gabriela screamed and buried her face in her pillow. Simon Ramsey was not the man to see in a new light, It was a contract marriage meant to be endured not an avenue to catch feelings. Especially not now that her father’s death could have something to do with the Ramsey Empire. No way. A few minutes passed and then a soft knock came. “Gabriela?” Simon’s voice resounded in her head. She hesitated at first, trying to calm down the tension in her voice.

Now I yearn for everything he do possibly give me, every single thing he could do to my body and I would take it like his good girl. Placing a kiss on my neck, he lifts my chin up, my head is pressed into the pillow and all I can hear and feel is his soft kisses. His teeth graze my skin, I may not have what is called an adam’s apple but right now I wished he would keep marks on them. Marks that would make people know that I belonged to him. Our marriage wasnt open to the world, a few people know I was married after being dumped on my wedding day. I wish I could show them that I have a better man than John.

Chris was right when he said she couldn’t escape him, he stole her heart and she was a willing victim. A forced marriage turned into the best marriage, full of love and happiness for Rita Jones. She loved her man with all her heart, body, and soul and the love deepened with each year spent together. Chris made her feel so valued and loved every day. That’s all that mattered to her. His love for her.

Anger simmered under my skin as I stood abruptly, knocking back the rest of my whiskey, and slamming the glass back down on the desk I wanted to yell, to hit something, to put my fist through the wall, his desk, and him. Instead, I nodded “Okay then,” I said. Inside I was still boiling, the heat and pressure building. “Good,” my father said. “The contract for the engagement is in a few days” Marriages in the Mafia world were meant to build alliances And for the first time since walking into that mansion…I wondered who the real enemy was going to be. The Steeles;my father or the woman I was being forced to marry.

I think the idea of the arranged marriage came from your father. "Dimitri said he wouldn't let me go," I muttered to him. We got off the path in the Red Forest forest, to get to the sparring place that Bastien used, we had to go through a road that was rarely traversed by humans. Because the place was quite remote in the forest. "Do you think he really likes you?" he asked seriously. I shrugged in disbelief. "I think Dimitri just wants the strong Lycan bloodline. He says feelings can manifest themselves over time."