Romance Novels About Forced Marriage Novels & Stories

I needed space to sort through my feelings, even though I knew the ache in my heart wouldn’t fade easily. ‘Why did Ian kiss that girl? Does he love her?.... If this marriage is forced, why do I feel pain seeing Ian with another girl?...Am I falling for him?’ Why am I so confused!

Was this really the Xavier Blackwell that had a heart of ice and had no sense of warmth and compassion towards anyone? It made no sense but I couldn’t deny that how he kissed me and the utter look of confusion when he realized what he had done were all genuine. This was a contract marriage. Was it supposed to go like this? My head spun as I unwound the first time we had met. Back at Grace’s hospital room. He looked at me in utter disgust, like he wanted nothing to do with me and all he cared about was upholding his end so he could inherit his mother’s company and me?

“I understand.” Nathan trembled again, more violently this time, and a muffled “please don’t—” slipped out, but Damian talked over it gently, not unkindly. “I was the one who forced this marriage on you,” he said, the confession dragging slowly out of him, as if he’d never said the words aloud until now. “Forced the bond on you.” Nathan’s fingers clenched at that—shame, panic, grief, all fighting to the surface—but Damian’s hand came up to the back of his neck, firm and careful, holding him there, grounding him.

Never in a thousand years did I ever imagine that a day like this would come. I never asked for any of these. I never wanted to be here in the first place but I had been forced against my will. I had been forced to marry Rowan Sinclair two years ago after Emilia, his ex fiancée disappeared the morning before their wedding. Everyone had been shocked by this because she had claimed to love him. Wanting to save face from the public and not ruin the perfect relationship with the Sinclairs, my family made me a substitute bride for Rowan. I was forced into a loveless marriage with my step sister's fiancé, the ruthless billionaire.

I froze, my fork pausing midair, before slowly lowering it onto my plate. I swallowed hard. “You want a divorce?” Emily gave a small nod, her expression unreadable. I stared at her, my mind racing. Her marriage to Rome had never been a love story. I had known that from the start. She had been forced into it, sold into it by her foster parents—people who should have protected her but instead used her as a bargaining chip to secure their own financial stability. And Rome? He had bought her. She had been nothing more than a possession to him, a trophy wife to display in public while controlling every aspect of her life behind closed doors.

I wouldn’t be surprised that one day, they will turn their backs on me or they will start talking about me when I have my back at them. I smiled at David’s comment, plastering all of my emotions and my pain. I shouldn’t get hurt whenever Raven speaks to my sister. But I couldn’t help it. After all, Raven meant to marry Rosie in the very first place. Father just let her leave the country and make me a proxy so there will be someone… a collateral so that the company won’t fall apart. It’s just ironic. My first love… betrays me… he loves another. Yet I am married to him.

"Well, I have a feeling my father would want a wedding, so you will have to pretend to love me while in public. Especially if there's going to be a wedding." My curiosity heightened."I suppose, your father has something to do with your sudden marriage?" He turned to face me fully." How did you know?" I shrugged." I've read a lot of books, it happens a lot in romance novels. The Male lead is forced into marriage to save the company or has to marry to keep his position. Yours doesn't look any different." He chuckled; his eyes bore into mine, making me feel naked." yeah, things like that happen a lot among rich people, but Mine is different."

I walked past him. “Let's go.” He followed. The drive to the party was quiet. I looked out the window, my fingers resting against my lap. I had so many questions. About his fiancée. About the Blackwoods.About this ridiculous marriage. And most importantly, about why he had called me Yulia. But I knew better than to ask him again. Armani had a talent for making me regret asking questions. ************************** The party was already crowded when we arrived. The moment we stepped inside, several heads turned in our direction. I wasn't surprised. Being married to Armani came with a certain amount of attention, whether I wanted it or not.A few people approached us almost immediately.

"That controlling, manipulative, selfish…" She stopped herself, pressing a hand to her forehead, her breath uneven. "I can’t believe this," she muttered. "Four months ago, he forced me into a marriage with you. Forced. And now that things didn’t go according to his plan, now that Vanessa kidnapped me and almost killed me, he thinks the solution is another forced marriage?" Her voice rose with every word, her hands clenched into fists.

And for that, I was thankful. The last thing I wanted was to be seen. As if this day could not plunge any lower. A forced marriage. A husband who hadn’t even appeared. And now his cousin had me pinned, whispering filth. “Interesting.” His hands finally loosened. I rubbed my aching wrists as he slid back. “No need to take any interest in me,” I retorted. “I have none in you.” “We’ll see about that.” His head tilted toward the door. “For now, get out of my car.”