The Marriage Trap Novels & Stories

Amira was quick to find the TV remote control which she threw on the ground, she picked it up and turned on the TV. "JAYDEN HAWTHORNE AND MARINA JONES WEDDING CALLED OFF RIGHT ON THE ALTAR. " "MATINA JONES GOT MARRIED TO ANOTHER MAN RIGHT ON THE ALTAR." "JAYDEN HAWTHORNE THOUGHT HE WAS AN ORINXE AND COULD DO WHATEVER HE WANTED BUT A WOMAN PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE." "WEDDING OF THS CENTURY MY FOOT, THIS SHOULD BE CALLED EMBARRASSMENT OF THE CENTURY."

The company suffered a financial and social breakdown, but when it was about to be shut down completely, my husband, Jason Grey came to her rescue. He approached my grandparents and convinced them that he could and would revive the company only if he was allowed to marry me. My grandparents sold the idea to me, and I agreed. Little did I know that Jason Grey, who was now my husband, was as cunning as a tortoise. A green snake in green grass! Jason presented himself as the nicest man then, and he treated me like an absolute Princess for two weeks before asking me to marry him

“The hardest part will be your story. The affair. The rushed marriage. It will be picked apart. They’ll try to paint you as exactly what she said you were—unstable, opportunistic.” I felt Liam tense beside me. I placed my hand over his on the table. “I know,” I said. “But the truth is, I fell in love with a man who was trapped in a gilded cage. Our timing was terrible. Our choices were desperate. But they were our choices. We’re not asking to be saints. We’re asking for people to see the architecture of the trap.”

But I got my body taken away from me, leaving only my spirit. He beat and beat until I fell to the floor, still holding myself tight. He pounded on me with his shoes. I felt like dying but still held on. He continued until he got tired. Only heavy breathing came from him. Then I had the shock of my life. “Did you think I married you to have choices in my house? I married you because I was told you always slept with that idiot who calls himself Caleb.” It dawned on me that everything was a trap and I was caught in it. Misery will never leave me. Still lying down in pain with blood gushing out of my body, I cried bitterly.

"It’s the perfect scenario, as long as we stay married for one year. He gets his trust fund, the baby has legitimacy. I become the golden girl in the firm’s eyes, being married to a prestigious doctor and a bun in the oven. What could be better?” Abigail's gripping the arms of her chair, looking like she’s about to fall out of it. “What, did this guy plan this all from the start? Maybe he poked a few holes in the condoms or something." My drink shoots from my mouth. "Abby!" "I'm sorry, but this just sounds too weird and perfect to be a coincidence.” She sits back in her chair. “Wow. I’ve heard of women trapping guys into marriage with a pregnancy, but I’ve never seen it the other way around.

She was too real, too untouched by the games everyone else played in this crowd of masks and money. And he had set her up. For a moment, Chase forgot about the elderly couple blabbering beside him. He was no longer present in their business conversation. His eyes followed Delilah like a starving man watching salvation walk past. He knew then that this marriage wasn’t a trap for her. It was a fucking trap for him.

“Just to be clear, you don’t have a secret girlfriend? I’m not going to be some homewrecker? No angry ex is going to hunt me down and pull my hair?” A small laugh escaped him, rare and unexpected. “None. You’re safe.” I stood up, walking toward the glass window that overlooked the street below. The city lights blinked, and people moved like tiny dots, oblivious to the strange deal happening above their heads. “Then why real marriage?” I asked, gripping the railing. “Why not pretend? Say we’re married, but keep it on paper?” His voice came from right beside me. He had moved so silently that didn’t even hear him approach.

I struggled within my husband’s tight embrace, feeling a suffocating tightness constricting my chest and making my stomach tense more and more. "What do you need help with, Rex? Just say it clearly and stop beating around the bush!" "Helping you marry through the entire contract scenario he’s meticulously crafted since the beginning of our marriage," Rex said hoarsely, sighing heavily. As I came to terms with the bitter reality that my entire marriage to the billionaire was the result of a scenario orchestrated by Alex, a terrifying thought surfaced in my mind. I mustered every last ounce of strength to break free from his embrace. I forced myself to turn around and stare straight into Rex’s

“The reason I disappeared so completely was because I had already passed the audition for an out-of-town performing arts company. “I used the company’s paperwork to file for a court-approved divorce. The decree’s already been finalized. I have my copy. “Yours is probably buried somewhere in a stack of documents in your office, or maybe it never made it to your unit. But whether you know it or not, our marriage is already over. “Congratulations. You can finally be with Clara Bailey and the child you have with her openly.” At the mention of the child that had never belonged to her, a sharp ache still pierced through her chest. “No…” Daniel’s eyes were hollow as he murmured in a daze, “No… that

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.