Stolen Identity Forced Marriage Novels & Stories

"Who is this person? Have you been meeting with him behind my back?" I held my ground, raising my chin higher. "That's none of your business." In the blink of an eye, his hand shot out, vise-like fingers clamping around my wrist. I gasped at the crushing force as he yanked me closer, his breath hot on my face. "It damn well is my business! You're my wife!" Struggling against his iron grip, I spat out the truth that had been festering inside me. "You stole Charlie's identity from me! You're a thief, Fed, nothing but a despicable conman unworthy of being compared to even a fraction of the man he is!"

Meg wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “She started planning the wedding but your father got upset with her. He told her that I had to prove to her that I am who I say I am. Even though I never said that I am Ally, they assumed that I am. So I went along with the plans, but your father started threatening me, telling me that I will be killed eventually when the truth comes out.” Meg stares at Eric for a few moments. The more she tells him the colder his eyes become.

He had no fear of getting caught in the secret he is hiding from her for the past month from the day they married. Their story was simple. But she is not an easy one to get her acceptance regarding marriage. For her, he saw her in the crematorium for the first time and fell in love with her. That was of course true. Later he wooed her to marry him. It was hard to get her acceptance of the demands she did and to convince her grandmother. But at last, it happened. For he would think, he might use some kind of force or put any kind of pressure on them which would reveal his identity. But it was done smoothly... except for her demands to play on her words. Later they were married. The story is a

Noah had smiled, even with burnt lips. “I’ve already paid the price. Just make sure they don’t recognize me again.” The surgery took months. He healed in darkness. He read books. Planned. Waited. Watched. He stole a birth identity. Changed everything about himself. And when he returned… Noah Smith was gone. Jim Hawkins was born. Present Day- Jim moved away from the mirror and pulled on his shirt. His skin still felt tight from the grafts, but he was used to it now. He walked to a drawer near the corner of his room and pulled it open.

The crowd was cheering, photographers were capturing every moment, and everything looked exactly as it should have. Except I was here in this abandoned warehouse, not there at the altar. "If I'm here," I said slowly, the terrible reality sinking in, "that means Alora is about to marry the wrong man." Marcus and his colleagues exchanged grim looks as the full implications of what we were seeing became clear. Someone hadn't just kidnapped me to prevent my wedding - they'd kidnapped me so they could take my place at the altar. "We need to get to that hotel immediately," I said, adrenaline surging through my system. "Someone is stealing my identity, my bride, and my entire life."

While I was away, they stole the 200,000 I had been saving up for my own shop. When I begged and pleaded for them to return the money, they only scoffed and smirked at me. "We gave you life. It's expected for you to pay us back! "If our son didn't need money for his wedding, we would never have taken you in." They took away all my identification documents and forced me to work at one of those shady factories that overworked and underpaid its workers, all so the money could go to them. Not long after that, I drew the attention of Jason, that perverted man.

"Let’s see you try to break out of our legal marriage and take Isabella away from me. Don't you get it, Luca? We are meant to be together!" It wasn’t only my surgical wound hurting anymore. My entire heart was bleeding out inside my chest. How on earth was I supposed to get out of this nightmare? How could I escape a fake or forced marriage without dragging my innocent daughter into a bottomless pit of mafia mess? Cristo! I was completely doomed by Joan. Fuck! I cursed the very first day I ever laid eyes on her.

“She is the only surviving heir…” My heart began to pound. “…to the Stuart family.” The name hit like a shockwave. “No,” I whispered. Grandfather’s voice remained steady. “Their heir and his daughter were reported dead sixteen years ago.” “But they weren’t.” A pause. Heavy. “The Beckers had her the entire time.” Silence. The world shifted. Again. This wasn’t just abuse anymore. This was theft. A stolen identity. A stolen legacy. A stolen life. And suddenly—

"I feel that we have done a great mistake against our daughter, I did not tell her that she is not forced to marry because I did not really believe that we became the womb of the Andrew family and also a great honor for me to have Kristen Andrew my daughter-in-law, we did not even ask her if there is someone she loves or wants to marry him " "But didn't she say she agreed?" “We put her under a fait accompli, so she would only say yes.” In the evening "Shall we go out to dinner?" "No" "Why? I died of starvation." "I didn't say we wouldn't eat, but I said we wouldn't go out to eat." I sighed in desperation: "But I'm really bored from here, all day looking at the walls and when I got out I coul

I couldn't go to the police. I couldn't involve anyone in this. This was my battle to fight, and the only person who could get me out of this, was me. I had no other choice. And suddenly, I was sixteen again, crying and begging my father as he signed the contract to sell me off for marriage age to him and announce me as his s property to do with as he pleases. I was sixteen again, living with a man twice my age, who didn't even wait until I was legal to start molesting me. He took me by force and made me bleed. I was sixteen again, running away from the man who bought me, and trying to survive on the streets. I was sixteen again, and was thrown back into the same hell I fought so hard to esc