Romance Novels With Forced Marriage Novels & Stories

“NO, we can’t.” “What do you mean we can’t?” He asked and I could see the anger in his face as the truth of a forced marriage was starting to sink in. "If you and Jared want to keep your business and to keep your house and remain debt free, then we can't. Ace said that if I didn’t marry him that he would run your business to the ground and tear down your house that you worked so hard for and that he would pay all of your debts.” I said Alex’s eyes grew wide with shock. “You – you knew… about my house? The business?” He asked and I nodded. “Yes. I came over that day when the man in the suit talked to you guys. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but… and then the man left and I tried to leave too, but

“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.”

For time would pass over them, their years of youth would be ephemeral, and finally they would be lost among the yellowish leaves of history. Ezra Azzar knew very well the tricks that could be hatched by concubines and wives along with vengeful eunuchs. And although, she did not have a secret formula to avoid trouble, she knew she should not be the king's favorite. She just wanted to live quietly. Life in the harem seemed to be peaceful, but that appearance was only the surface of an immense castle of evil or a thin cloth that divided the elements of water and air. And that at the slightest movement he plunged into the black depths of his intentions.

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.

I just talked to my husband and his warnings were embroidered on my chest. "Ezra, why are you so eager to get me? You can any woman you want---" "Exactly! I can get any woman---" "Except me because I'm married." A stone stumbled my chest. "Marriage is not an exception if you didn't choose to get married in the first place. It was an arranged marriage, right? So I'm gonna get you out of it." "Ez---" "A forced marriage wouldn't stop me from wanting you. Call me an illicit man, but I'm gonna do everything to make it right. To turn the page around and make you mine again, Snow."

He asked me, suddenly bringing up the box. "I never got to open it. Before I knew Kashton took it with him and never gave it back, he blackmailed me with the life of my shuttles. My aunts I mean. And he forced me into the marriage," I told him, his head of repeated nod. "He did that?" He asked me, my head on the nod. "Well, what about his gift? What did his had?" He asked me, "How do you know about his gift?" I instantly asked him.

I had seen the hurt in her eyes, but I had ignored it anyway. The call with my grandfather that night had shifted something inside me. His voice still rang in my head as I thrusted myself deep inside her. His repeated warnings on how I wasn’t allowed to love her. Not allowed to love my wife! It's insane that this whole contract and marriage thing was his idea and now, I wasn't allowed to love her. She did not deserve any of this. The moment she signed that contract and agreed to that marriage, she stepped into a dangerous world that followed me everywhere. Now her brother had paid the price for it.

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 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!

“But… I can’t marry you! It doesn’t sound normal. Why the hell would I do that?” “Well, as you might have guessed, you don’t have a choice in this situation. You either agree to the contract marriage or I’ll send you back to jail.” My heartbeat accelerated at that threat and I realized that I was basically trapped between two hells. Return back to jail or agree to this atrocity. “Do not get the wrong idea, I don’t particularly want this. You'll be my last option when it comes to marriage.” He pointed out and I’d be lying if I claimed that didn’t hurt.