Stolen Identity Forced Marriage Novels & Stories

I can’t just sit and wait for him to force me. He was planning our wedding, such an idiot. I am married already and still he doesn't care because apparently he thinks we are lying about it. The purpose may be hidden but still, we did sign the papers. As I sat again in frustration because I couldn't find anything in this closed prison, I recalled that ungrateful night. I was going home after college but was kidnapped, apart from this time I was really scared for my life. I thought I was done for but instead of death, I received a lifelong scar. I was raped.

“I'm not forcing you to take any specific decision, I'm just showing you the fastest way possible because I've taking quite a liking to you.” “Let's do it,” I muttered steeling my heart. That was what I was supposed to do from the start instead of trying to marry her off to some nobody. The deal was a marriage alliance with one of the Wales sisters, no one specifically said it had to be Layla. And if Layla surprisingly disappeared months before the wedding, Ethan would have got married to me. Easy peasy lemon squezy. I was too soft from the start. It was time to get serious. “But kill her off quickly. I don't want her to feel more heart break than she already does.”

The day which made me an orphan. The day I lost my identity as Shweta Rajput. The day I was forcefully married to him. The day I realized how helpless I am in front of him and how powerful he is. The day I was raped and my virginity was taken without an ounce of mercy by my so-called husband. Closing my eyes, I willed myself to once again remember all those events of that day. One week ago Getting a mind blowing kiss from my boyfriend, John whom I have been dating for last one year I ran to my house. The moment I opened the gate I came in contact with lots of high end cars and lots of men who were dressed uniformly. They looked like some sort of guards.

"Why not? I must say, I'm impressed with your investigative skills, whoever you are." He paused briefly before continuing, his voice mocking. "You shy away from your family's business, preferring to live a life like any other young woman, forging your own path despite being born into privilege. In the world of commodities, where wealthy and beautiful women are often seen as mere assets, you are a highly valued possession. Some might even say, priceless. The Italian princess. The marriage you were coerced into would solidify the family's position within the Massimo organization, bringing the Satoris into the fold as well. I can only imagine the fame, the glory, not to mention the influence ov

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

Georgina Af Forselles and Eevi Af Forselles. I went through a few notes. Where there are photos of my mother’s battered face and body. Somehow, she couldn’t put her husband in the cell because he’s powerful. There’s a written statement that she’s keeping me safe. But the only thing that they could do was to keep the assets until I came of age. “There are times that we swing by the residence many times. They would say that you already migrated to the US.” Jeffrey said as I looked away from the photos. “Your mother doesn't want you to know this.”

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. Love saved us—from life and from death.

"No way! I disagree!" Toby shook the little red book in his hand, "It was legal." "Don't touch me! The law also stipulates that force is not allowed! Our fake plastic marriage might say goodbye at any time!" Toby raised an eyebrow and said, "The marital status column of the Suarez family only had widowed, not divorced." Leanna was speechless. At that moment, Leanna realized that she had been tricked. It was already too late. She was bound by the shackles of marriage.

And yet, it felt like a prison. I walked slowly to the large window, my eyes scanning the distant horizon where the evening sky was fading into twilight. The life I knew was slipping away, and in its place was this new, unwelcoming world. I didn’t know if I was prepared for what lay ahead, but I had no choice now. The marriage was real. The commitment was real. I had no place in this world, yet here I was, standing in a room that would now bear my name, my new identity as one of the Skylar family.

I got up off the bed and I looked straight into his eyes "I didn't steal anything," I said. "I was forced into this. Your family forced me. Her family forced me. I never, ever, wanted any of it." "You could've said no." "I didn't have a choice!" My voice cracked. I didn't care anymore. "My father said if I didn't marry you he'd throw me out. No money. No friends. Nobody. I was trapped. I didn't want to be on the streets. I've always been trapped."