The Marriage Trap Novels & Stories

Her hands clenched tightly around her knees, her nails digging into the silk of her dress. ‘Those disgusting, scheming animals.’ A sickening wave of nausea washed over her as the realization hit like a physical blow. Even that first blind date six years ago had been carefully orchestrated. Maureen and Desmond hadn't just gotten together behind her back after the wedding—they had been lovers from the very start. The entire marriage was an engineered trap designed to isolate her, strip Benjamin Shawn’s fortune, and steal her baby while she played the dutiful, doting wife. ‘God, I was so stupid,’ she thought, her teeth grinding together in venomous self-loathing. ‘All my life, I danced on their

Max joked, successfully making the corners of his brother's lips twitch. "Tch! Did you marry because you wanted children? No, right?" A second later, Max folded his arms across the chest. “You can't use us as an example, Julian. We are a special case. Our story is very different from others.” “Are you insinuating the trap I set up earlier?” Herbert joined the conversation as he had been standing on the side of the bed. "Not insinuating, Dad, but talking about reality. It's true that initially, our marriage was the aftermath of your trap. But then, Gabriella and I are grateful because we really love each other and really want to be together forever."

I asked him. “Right. I think you were in high school the first time I laid my eyes on you.” He answered. I nodded. “So? You planned to make me fall head over heels in love with you and then what?” “Trap you in a marriage that you wouldn’t feel the least bit loved. I married you to make you go through the same pain that my mother went through. I planned to trap you in a marriage where your husband doesn’t give a fuck about you but you still wouldn’t be able to leave him.” He said.

He couldn’t process it. His phone was ringing. It was Hank. Trent had a feeling he’d put things together and realized that Bree had swiped the photos and that she was going to tell him. How could Trent marry a woman standing next to a best man who’d been sleeping with the bride while a woman sang a song about how she was in love with the groom? It was like one of those soap operas his mom used to watch, only not quite as believable.

Or hijack a plane even! “Are you sure? I mean…” “See for yourself,” she cut in his sentence midway producing a paper. It was the marriage certificate which had initiated the whole set-up. The one he had signed instead of his father. The one which bore his signature at one end and Rachel’s at the other end. It read that he was agreeing to marry Miss Rachel Lloyd within three days – which he had and that he wouldn’t be able to get a divorce till Devin Crighton gave his approval.

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.

But since she needs to get to her parlour appointment and she needs someone to take care of her bags, she was considerate enough to let me sit in the car. An hour or so pases and Lisa walks out of the parlour with her almond brown hair glossy, her nails and eyebrows done. I look at my own reflection in the car mirror. My eyebrows were never considered from the time I was eighteen, nor my grooming. Since I am not their daughter. And she gets everything as now she is eighteen and ready for the marriage trials. Also, she is the perfect mate type because all she thinks about is marriage and spending the money of her husband. I don't fall into that. I wish I did though. Maybe then I wouldn't have

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.

Kenny replied. "Okay, thank you, Uncle Kenny," Liora said. With that, Kenny departed. Liora glanced at Chester and Isaac, who were seated nearby. Chester appeared composed, but Isaac gazed at the door with sorrow. Taking a seat, Liora asked Isaac, "What's on your mind?" "Lia, why did the man become enraged and murder his wife and daughter over an affair?" Isaac questioned. Liora leaned against her chair. "Self-conceited individuals often deflect blame for their errors onto others. What purpose does marriage serve? It's merely two individuals coming together to lead ordinary lives.

His eyes linger on her face and the women gulps before she lowers her eyes blinking several times unable to match his intense stares. Flashback- Adam was in the washroom when he heard a female voice and turned. “I’m here to offer myself in exchange of my husband’s business...” Saying the woman slides down the string from each side of her shoulders and the beautiful red dress pools down around her feet revealing her perky boobs half covered in red expensive pushup bra and her silky soft skin around her belly. Adam takes in her appearance slowly and finally lands on her red net designed panty before sliding down her legs that grazed against five inches pointed heels.