The Marriage Trap Novels & Stories

"Resh, remember, don't be fooled! Mommy, I don't know your dream's meaning, but somehow Mommy feels bad! Mommy hopes that you can think with a cool head later! Don't be reckless! Remember, you already have a chosen mate!" After speaking at length to remind her, Athena walked away, leaving Aresh stunned by her mother's words. What's the connection between my dream and the soul mate that has been chosen for me? It makes no sense at all, Damaresh thought. On the other hand, precisely behind the wall, as a link between the terrace and the living room, there was a pair of eyes watching the two of them. He smiled slightly and shook his head at the argument between his son and wife. Aristama steppe

“Lorenzo, how could you let this happen? You’re throwing everything away for someone who has already betrayed you.” “I didn’t throw anything away!” I shot back defensively. “Zia and I were never meant to be.” “Never meant to be?” Grandpa echoed incredulously. “You had a contract! You had a commitment!” Zia stepped forward, her chin held high. “That contract was never real for either of us. It was just a means to an end.” Henry scoffed from his seat. “And now you think marrying Raymond will fix everything? You’re making another mistake.”

Did she knowingly make him do it to get pregnant and then trap him into a marriage? "You only want to fuck me and not ready to settle down with me. So I let you fuck me without a condom" Aretha replied shamelessly and glared back at him. "You trapped me?" Alex became furious. How can a woman trap a man to marry her while pregnant? What if he doesn't love her? Marriage is all that mattered to her? Rita didn't answer him again. She just glared at him again and stepped out with the sentence "Do what you have to do quickly"

Something colder. “You’re married,” he said. Her breath hitched. “Not to you.” Silence stretched. He did not argue. He did not correct her. He simply watched as the realisation crept across her face, slow and horrifying. She looked down at herself then. At the unfamiliar silk of the nightdress. At the ring on her finger. Her stomach dropped. “This isn’t possible,” she whispered. “It is,” he said calmly. “And it already happened.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing too quickly, dizziness rushing through her. “This was a mistake. Whatever game you think you’re playing, it ends now.”

Amon said. “I’m a genealogist, not a fighter. I’d be dead in a week.” She met my eyes. “I know you’re trying to help, Camryn. Both of you. But there’s no way out of this. The wedding is in five days, and then I belong to House Sparrow. That’s how it works.” I thought about all the ways the system trapped people. The Wall trapped Hunters. The credit system trapped the poor. And political marriages trapped the nobility. Different cages, same prison.

“She’s mine. She’s always been mine. I’m here to take what’s rightfully mine.” Then he turned and walked toward the door. I stood there, my pulse pounding, staring at the photograph on the floor. Slowly, I bent down and picked it up. My breath left my body. It was a wedding photograph. Lena stood beside Alexander, dressed in white, her smile wide and real. Her eyes were soft. Happy. His arm was around her waist, possessive, proud. They looked married. No. They were married. A bitter laugh tore out of my throat. “Fuck,” I muttered.

In the moonlight, he looked almost young again—not the cold killer I'd married, but the man who'd fallen in love with a traumatized girl in a burning doorway. Fair enough. I'd fallen in love with the monster who'd made me a queen. The garden smelled of roses and gunpowder. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. Just another night in Brooklyn. Just another chapter in the story of the Moretti family. And we were just getting started.

‘And I can't wait to marry you and make you my wife,’ he said in his heart, watching the face he had been madly infatuated with for years. “Nothing. Let's go.” “But..” Brielle made a meek attempt to stop him. But the man was quicker than her and pulled her to him until she stumbled into his arms. “Better. Let's go.” With a nudge, he gently led her out of his office. Brielle had no idea how things had turned out this way. One moment, she was still in his office, and the next, they were in his car, driving to get their marriage certificate.

Wendy handled her like a pro, keeping my world spinning without a hitch. However, at the wedding, Ella lost it, crashed the party, and started flinging insults like confetti. "Jim, it all makes sense now. You're so eager to divorce me because you've been fooling around with this homewrecker. How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" Wendy slipped her arm through mine, beaming with a smile. "Not everyone gets their kicks from cheating like you do. We've got our principles, you know."

When my ex-wife, Clara Quinton, holds a wedding ceremony with her first love, they put me in a coffin. Sha says this is a new immersive experience at the cultural village and asks me to play along with a staged scene where the ex-husband crashes the wedding. The guests gather around the coffin and cheer. The host grins and calls out, "Bury the ex, and may the newlyweds live happily ever after!" Her first love, Kevin Irwin, is dressed in a suit. His eyes glisten with tears. "Clara, is this really okay? After all, Sam has been with you for seven years," Kevin says. Clara gently fixes his hair and says in a soft voice, "Back then, he was the one who forced you to leave the country. Becaus