Stolen Identity Forced Marriage Novels & Stories

, Valentino questioned "I know we had an agreement but how sure am I that we're even gonna get married with all that is going on? It's clear your parents don't want us to get married so why don't we have a baby", Mariana shouted, she was already getting pissed off. "And how does having a baby solve the problem", Valentino asked "It won't solve it but it will make me remain part of your life because I'll have your child and who knows maybe your parents might change their mind if they get to know I'm pregnant for you", Mariana reasoned

Maximo didn't know that the woman who saved me already warned me to pretend that I had lost my memory once I woke up because if I did not, Maximo would force me to forget. I pretended I had no memories of the past when I woke up, and Maximo introduced the woman who saved me as my fiancee. I pretended I believed everything he told me until he sent me home. He doesn't know that even if he forced me to marry the woman who saved me, it would end up null and void because I was already married before the accident happened. " I smiled. "Maximo is now behind bars. We found all his hidden illegal business, his drugs, and we caught all his men, and they will stay in prison until their last breath. " I

So she would surely end up at the whim of this disgusting man. She felt his hands wander over her thigh. She removed it with a superhuman effort and opened her mouth but no words came out. She saw him get up before taking her arm and forcing her to get up. The young woman pulled her arm from his with some difficulty. She glanced at the people near her but none of them seemed to be interested in her. " Come with me, you do not even imagine since the time I wait for this moment..." He whispered against her ear. " No...n... let go... Help." She said in a voice hardly audible while she struggled not to sink under the effect of the drug.

As for Patricia and her husband, Proud, showing up at the police station, the woman had her identity stolen and they were trying to explain the purchase of that phone. So, remembering something they tried to pass on and put, at that time, there was a newspaper service and snow cleaning, they used the fact that they cleaned snow, even sales of gym products or the fact that they had a beauty clinic for that they might entice their victims, and convert them into their slaves. - When they got tired of them, the wolves and women were killed and discarded, but that last time, they were caught, because they didn't plan according to their obsession with that woman in question.

When I presented my ID at the high-speed railway station, I was informed that my ID was fake because it didn't have a chip. Not long after that, the heir of the richest family in Bayville and two other men found me. They accused me of being a liar. Not only that, but each of them had a marriage certificate that had my name on it. They even had my photos. There was nothing else I could do but repeatedly explain myself to them. I told them that I wasn't a liar, and I was most definitely not married. In fact, I didn't even know them! However, the three men ignored my explanations and ordered their bodyguards to abduct me. They broke my legs and removed one of my kidneys before leaving me in an

Her eyes were red and swollen. "She's been treated well, all things considered," Marcus said. "No physical abuse beyond necessary restraint. We're not monsters, Mrs. Moretti. We're professionals conducting a business transaction." "Kidnapping a child isn't a business transaction," I said coldly. "It's terrorism." "Semantics," Marcus replied with a shrug. "Now, let's discuss terms. You surrender yourself and provide complete cooperation with our research into the Keystone. In exchange, young Madeline goes home unharmed, and we cease all hostile actions against your family and associates."

When he was done talking, I moved forward, poured myself a glass of tequila, down it and stared at him intensely before speaking. "All the benefits you just mentioned, can be achieved without a marriage alliance. I am certain you must have heard about my marriage. I am already married and have no interest in polygamy." "Aiden...you and I know this marriage is a charade, I'll be here tomorrow with my daughter. You have 24 hours to make a decision." "Or else what." I asked menacingly, pissed by his tone. Nobody dares to threaten me, not even an ally. "Or else your alliance with the Moreli ends."

“But one thing I know for sure is that the research I made in regards to this two things is not something I would wish even on my worst enemy, let alone my own children.” Silence. I handed my phone to Logan, instructing him on what to do. He did it at the moment, later the images on the screen shifted from the abomination Kane was performing on his wife to the research I had been making. I stretched my hand to the screen. “Take a look at this yourself.” They all leaned their heads closer, reading, gawking. “These are records of young children who were forced into marital alliance by their families or the opposite pack. One would think that they would be treated with love and respect, especia

I said. “The birth certificates.” He turned the laptop toward us. “Those blanks are from a batch stolen from a local government office in Enugu in 2019. Reported missing. Serial numbers on the record.” He tapped the screen. “Your photo of the top sheet shows the serial number. It’s on the list.” Amanda went very still. “So the papers he gave me,” she said. “For the registry. Daniel Cole, born in Enugu, 1994.” “Forged,” said Tobi. “On stolen paper. If he files those for a marriage notice, that’s a crime. A real one. The kind with a courtroom.”

She’d been destitute. Then, she’d realized she was pregnant. It was her last card. Her only leverage. Even as Marcus tried to pry her off, recoiling in disgust, she clung to him with a ferocity born of sheer survival. The child was her ticket back in. The scene was a grotesque comedy. Marcus’s own father, a man deeply concerned with human social standing, pushed through the crowd, his face purple with humiliation. He couldn’t strike a pregnant woman, even one like Liana. With a glare that promised later reckoning, he ordered Marcus to take her away, to deal with this “family matter” privately and save what little face they had left.