Stolen Identity Forced Marriage Novels & Stories

animal. I was so scared, I thought -- " "You should have thought of this before you ran away." His tone made her feel like a little girl again, like when she was five and her father scolded her for breaking a Expensive Plate. She met his disapproving frown with the lift of her chin. "I didn't ask to be kidnapped and mated to your brother, Loren. He can't force me to be his, just because it suits him." "Ah." Loren stepped up to her and she was forced to lift her gaze to meet his height. "He didn't consider my feelings when he took me. I don't think any of you consider the feelings of the women you take. Doesn't it occur to you that you could be taking her away from a loving family or a husba

I forgot all about the identity changes. He scoffed, leaning his lower back against the opposite island, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Ridiculous, isn’t it? When you look at the couple, you’d never think this relationship was toxic… you’d think it was the most ideal, devoted marriage in the pack.” “Wait, are you saying Marino forced Margot to marry him? That she's been a prisoner all this time?” His eyes swiveled back to mine, dark and piercing, before he confirmed my worst fears. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. He stole her from her life, killed the man she was supposed to be with, and brought her here to be his.”

A/N Forcefully Wedded, Ruthlessly Loved By The Billionaire Mafia is a dark romance, you might find some elements disturbing. Triggers includes but are not limited to detailed steamy contents, profanity, murder, smoking, blood, forced marriage, ruthless love, obsessive love, morally grey ML. If you still want to continue, enjoy! This 🌶️ 🌶️ will be used to depict steamy chapters. ***** “Your second daughter has to take her place, we can’t postpone the wedding, it is too late.”

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.

THE DON'S FORCED BRIDE "I can't wait to see you in those lingeries, princess." Harley Anderson never asked to be anyone's collateral. She was raised on scripture and small town grace, the pastor's daughter with a scholarship and a second chance at life, thanks to a heart transplant that should have been a miracle and nothing more. She never knew what her parents paid for it. She never knew who they owed. Until a contract lands in her hands with her father's signature on it, and one line that changes everything: if the debt isn't paid before her twenty first birthday, she belongs to the lender. Body, name, and future. His name is Don Carlos. Thirty five, ruthless, untouchable, the kind of

The black SUV screeched to a halt in front of the grand mansion. Before the guards could even step forward, Alex shoved his door open. He stepped around to the passenger side, unbuckled the seatbelt, and lifted Iliyana into his arms. Her head fell limp against his chest, her skin cold and pale. Alex marched through the front entrance. The entire mansion was dead silent. The house staff kept their heads bowed, not daring to breathe as the Boss carried his injured bride up the marble stairs.

“Yes.” The room went quiet. That mattered. The seven were not clean pieces of Marcus. They were seven people built from overlapping material— each with memories altered by the process that created them. The Curator said: “This case became one of the foundations of the One Identity Act.” Claire’s voice rose from below. “Because courts couldn't decide.” The Curator answered: “Yes.” “And your solution was to force the seven back into one legal identity.” “Yes.” “What happened?” Long pause. “They refused.”

Of the two cases I saw in which someone who had been rejected or lost their bond was given a second chance, they were actually marriages of convenience that the families arranged and forced the person and someone else to enter into. I saw a nineteen-year-old girl forced to marry a lecherous old man. Her mate died defending our border, and the lecherous old man is someone who never found a mate, I don’t even want to imagine why, but he has a lot of money, and the girl’s family is greedy. She didn’t want that marriage, but she was forced into it because the old man was desperate to get his hands on a poor young girl who hadn’t even made it to her bonding ceremony before becoming a widow.

"We agreed to this marriage alliance because your company was supposed to be the future of the digital sector. If you’ve been running an empire built on stolen intellectual property from a woman you discarded, our agreement is completely void." "Stolen?" I whispered, my voice cracked and dry. I finally forced myself to my feet, leaning heavily against the glass conference table. "I didn't steal it... she gave it to me. She loved me." "And you threw her in the gutter!" Valerie’s father snapped, grabbing his daughter’s arm. "Come on, Valerie. We are pulling our names from this disaster before the press catches wind of the child abandonment and IP fraud. He’s radioactive."

You've been targeting me all this time because you wanted my wife, didn't you? [You deliberately stole my wife's underwear so you could manufacture a chance encounter. You're unbelievably vicious.] [I finally caught you yesterday. What do you have to say for yourself now?] [You like being the other man that much? I bet some rich woman bought your apartment for you too.] I instantly exploded. Then he started flooding the chat with screenshots from his home security cameras. The images showed Vanessa holding her underwear as she walked out of my apartment. I was genuinely impressed. The man could turn black into white without blinking.