Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Forced Marriage

She was forced into a marriage in front of the man who had just rejected her. As the Priest began the dark incantations of a forced union, Dominic leaned down, grabbing Rosalie's arm. He yanked her to her feet as she stumbled, almost falling, but he kept holding her arm to keep her steady on her feet. "The Prince was a fool to let you go, little wolf," he whispered, his voice so deep it made her tremble. His warm breath caressed her hair as she flinched away. "I...I d... don't want this-"

"Yes, the reason is so that I will keep my mouth shut about your behavior at the bar and if you do agree to marry me, then you won't have to pay for the watches I gave to those three ugly men." "I don't want to marry you. Marriage is not a game, sir. You should marry the person you love, not me who is just your student," Anya refused, not wanting to play with a sacred bond called marriage. "I want that too, An, to marry the woman I love, but God doesn't seem to like seeing me happy, so He's pressured me to get married. Just so you know, I was also forced to ask you to marry me." "You can't blame God in any situation because God knows what is best for His servants."

Marci's neon eyes darkened; Marciello's eyes held in the evidence of distress. "Why all of a sudden?" He looks at me in dismay. I don't want him to suffer because of me. He looks so frustrated already, but I've to tell him the truth still. I shook my head. Without much thought, He voiced out. "Trust me, Lady Lorena, tell me the truth!" He looks at me with the look of expectations. He knows fully well that I can never lie to him. I gave up my elegance to tell him the truth. "I'm getting married in a week. And now, I'm being forced to go live with the man in his home,"

I wish your guilt over what you did will eat you alive, but knowing the man you are, I can’t even hope for that. My parents knew of Lorenzo and me. They forced me into a marriage with you so I could get over him. They lied to you and destroyed my life Even if I can’t hope for your guilt, I know that I can trust in your vengefulness ~] My breathing had slowed as I read Serena’s letter to me. I couldn’t move, could only stare down at her last words. I wasn’t sad about losing her. I’d never had her to begin with. She’d clearly been Lorenzo’s, even after his death. I felt a deep sadness over what this meant for Stefan and Sofia and a raging madness toward the people who were responsible for this

She fell asleep like that, in my arms, face peaceful, lashes resting against her cheeks. I stared at her for a long time. She was beautiful. Too beautiful. And it made me angry, angry that the same face belonged to someone else. To the twin who looked just like her but didn’t have this softness, this quiet warmth. I wanted to protect her. Even if there was no love in this marriage, even if everything between us had started as a lie, I wanted to make sure she’d never feel small again. I didn't blame her for forcing her way into this marriage. Maybe it was her only escape.

Afgan asked, focusing on the song even as their steps continued to move in rhythm with the dance. [The forced marriage arranged by my parents turned out to bring me the best partner. A song I sing to express my feelings. A feeling that was created unintentionally. Indeed, fate won't go anywhere. However, the love that shines through your eyes is real. A forced marriage that ended happily.] Adelia smiled sweetly, and Afgan couldn't stop looking at his wife. “It's almost the same, dear,“ Adelia whispered. However, suddenly, Adam Offel stood very close to the couple.

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.

"You didn't have a choice in the first place. I was just humoring you. Vincent gave me the strict order to pay for everything." I grit my teeth, feeling anger bubbling up inside me. Vincent's control is already suffocating, and we are not even married yet. But I realize that I must play along for now. "Thank him for me, Nathan," I say through clenched teeth, forcing a smile. Nathan nods. "Think of it as your payment for being forced into this marriage," Natalie whispers in my ear. Aha...that is true. I should spend this bastard's money even more then!

"I'm sure you know why I called you here", Mary said. "Yes", Valerie replied. "Good. Look, I know it's not your choice to marry Valentino but we insist on you both getting married", Mary said "And why's that? I mean he's dating my cousin Mariana and they're so in love..why don't you just let them get married", Valerie asked. "I know all of that but we don't want your cousin, what we want is you. You have to get married to Valentino", Mary said.

It fit perfectly, cold and oppressive. I looked from the ring up to his piercing blue eyes. I still couldn't understand what was going on. Why did it have to be this way? We could have started naturally under different circumstances, not him suddenly dragging me out of my life and forcing me into a marriage that made no sense to me. "Why?" I whispered, my voice laced with emotions I tried desperately to hide. "Why did you have to force me to marry you? You are Lucien Romano. You could have married any woman of your choice."