The Marriage Trap Novels & Stories

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.

Let’s get married again. I kick my legs slightly under the desk, frustration building inside me. The audacity. After everything. After choosing Selina over me. After cheating on me with her. Now he wants to marry me again? My head tilts as another memory resurfaces. “I’ll be around your neck like a rope. You’ll try to pull away, but you won’t be able to.” My stomach twists. Is this another trap? Of course it is. Saying to marry again out of the blue feels… deliberate.

“How quickly?” “Within a week.” Sophia stopped walking. “A week?” “Yes.” She let out a disbelieving laugh. “Damien, this is a contract marriage, not an emergency evacuation.” “I know.” “Do you?” “I do.” “Because you're acting like we're getting married tomorrow.” Damien was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “We're getting married tomorrow.” Sophia's mouth fell open. “What?” “The civil ceremony is tomorrow morning.” She stared at the wall as if it might somehow explain what she had just heard. “Absolutely not.”

His mind rolled back two months prior and he started to go over the events, thinking he could somehow find something that could prove to be his saving grace. Desperate to avoid the responsibility and commitment of marriage, Tony Scott had to find a good excuse to not marry Leyla, the girl his parents had set him up with. The wedding was in just over nine weeks and until two months ago, Tony had resigned to his fate. Despite his strong feelings against marriage, Tony had to marry Leyla only in order to fulfil his father’s final condition before getting the family fortune signed over to him.

After three hours of talking and assessing Anne's appearance, she left the cafe, saying she would call to answer them later. Ten years ago, an eight-year-old girl risked her life to flee human traffickers. Ten years later, the same girl was discussing the cost of selling herself to someone else at eighteen. Anne gave a bitter smile but didn't cry. Her life is a tragic drama with no way out, and the road ahead is dark and without light. Anne, perhaps accustomed to the darkness, no longer felt the same despair and grief she had before. That day, Anne was about to tell Rebecca to lower the price when Jessica called and told them the good news.

“Tell me everything in detail. And who proposed marriage? “ She asked with excitement in her voice. “First you tell me what makes you believe me? The moment I told you the truth about my marriage, you didn’t believe a word, and now you are sitting with popcorn listening to everything. It doesn’t sit right with me.“ “I didn’t believe you, but there was no way for you to prove your words. It was up to me to think about whatever I wanted to. Right?“ “Yes,” I said, nodding. “So, I played a little game.” “What game?” I frowned. “Jake game.” She smirked. “I saw Jake walking toward you at full speed, and at the same time, your husband came out of his office talking to someone on his phone. So, I pl

I say grimly. Natalie snorts. "Come on, Sarah, it's not that bad. At least the man you are marrying is a total stud." I glare at her. "A stud who just marched in and assaulted my lips and walked away without a second look. I think I am marrying a psychopath, Natalie." Natalie looks thoughtful. "He does kind of give me the Patrick Bateman vibe." Oh, dear lord, I am so screwed! "Ahem" I spin around to face the man who cleared his throat behind me. It's the same man who came with my future psycho husband. "Hello, I see you are still here. Do you want to go ahead and kiss me too?" I snarl at him.

"Clark, Calvin, and I are on our way there." In less than ten minutes, my friends arrived, seeking an explanation for the situation. All I could say was that Marthina had kidnapped them. A wave of relief swept over me when Knoxx texted the location where Marthina had taken Alison and Aceia. After everything that happened, we decided to wed again following the birth of our triplets. The joy on my face was undeniable when Aceia enthusiastically accepted my proposal. "They're here!" the wedding organizer announced, triggering nerves as we lined up for the entourage. The aisle walk, accompanied by the haunting melody of a violin, heightened my anxiety. Lost in my thoughts, I felt detached as we

At that moment, Chad finally realized there was no treasure there. Marshawn's diary itself was a trap. It was Marshawn's last means to kill his enemies. No matter who ultimately killed Marshawn, they would be interested in the treasure room after obtaining his diary. However, they would fall into Marshawn's trap if they went there. "Chad, if you don't like her, what about me?" "And me, Chad! I've been waiting for you for ten years. When will you marry me?"

She tried and succeeded. Where do I want to start? I slumped down on the chair and stared at the pictures the both of us had taken when we had just gotten married. Stanley and I have been married for the past two years and have been in a relationship for three years before that. I had gotten pregnant and had my kid a year before we married. He and I had met in college and since then we felt like we could work it out so we got married. I could have said that it was the happiest time of my life, I had grinned so hard that day that my cheeks had hurt and we had taken so many pictures to last for a decade but now… as I stared at him, I think I made a mistake.