The Marriage Trap Novels & Stories

I can't help the disgust that crept inside me but I didn't let it show. "I am just marrying her so my business can grow, but I love you, trust me." He straightened up and placed his hand inside his pant pocket "I love you but not enough to lose everything I have for you," "I don't want to live as a mistress." "Just bear it for a while. Once I get what I want, I'll throw her out of my life and we can be together," And I thought this man couldn't get any worse. "Promise?" I questioned.

'I have no time and please never text me again, my husband will not be happy with me talking with other's. Clary deleted the other side and sighed, she is so confused and not sure if she makes a right decision, remaining with her husband and hoping one day he will completely change, and they will happily take care of their kids or find ways to help Jasmine catch the attention Damon William and she will be free from this toxic and unhappy marriage.

"Divorce Lucas, Florence. Marry me and get your revenge on him. He'll be half out of his mind when he found out that you married me. Our union will help crush him. When we get married, I'll let you live your life, and I'll live mine. We won't get in each other's way—We just have to stay married for only a year. And to top it all up, I'll give you fifty million dollars as compensation for helping me get the company." A picture of Lucas and Amy's cruel faces came into my view. I thought about all the sacrifices I made in my marriage with Lucas. I thought about everything I’d done for Amy as my best friend and how they choose to repay me. They both deserved to be punished, to feel the heart wre

I suppressed the urge to grimace in discomfort and forced a brittle smile on my face as he took my hand and pressed the cold metal band onto my finger with more force than necessary. I shot a quick glance at Felix and felt my cheeks warm up with embarrassment at the surprise etched across his features. "Yeah...I guess it slipped my mind," I admitted sheepishly while trying to defuse the tension building between Karl and me. " It won't happen again, promise." "Make sure it doesn't. You're off the market now because you're mine." Karl's response was curt and pointedly directed at me, even though his gaze never left Felix. Felix blinked in surprise before turning to me with wide eyes. "Wait...y

Instead of the poverty you're drowning in. "And what happens when the year is over? I just walk away?" "With a substantial settlement. Enough to never worry about money again." “And I'm supposed to believe it's not a trap?” “It's not. Like I said earlier, it's just business. A transaction that involves signature from both parties. Nothing more.” I exhale. I should say no. Every instinct screams that this is a trap, a trick, another powerful man trying to control my life. I barely survived one marriage. Why the hell would I sign up for another one, even a fake one?

“You let her into my life.” He swallowed hard. “I never meant for it to go this far.” Mara’s voice came again, softer now. “Open the door. Before they make the choice for us.” A chill settled deep in her bones. This wasn’t just exposure anymore. This was a trap tightening. She stepped forward, past him, hand reaching for the door. He grabbed her wrist. “Don’t.” She turned back to him, eyes wet but resolute. “You said no more lies. No more decisions without me.”

"Are you sure you can get out of this trap, Arka? The trap you created for yourself long ago." The sentence haunted Arka's mind every time he looked at the woman who was now sitting gracefully on his lap. Amidst the glimmer of crystal lamps and the sheen of a gold dress, his ex-wife, Kania, looked like a queen who had just reclaimed her throne. Arka knew they were no longer bound by a sacred vow. Their divorce was final, signed on stamped paper years ago. Yet, in this private room, with the aroma of whiskey and Kania's challenging gaze, Arka once again became the helpless, foolish man.

“This house is a mess. Your mother is here. Everyone’s on edge. You’re upset. I get that. But you don’t walk out of a marriage because of a little drama.” I dropped the sweater into a suitcase and zipped it halfway. “You call this a little drama? A little drama?” He stopped in front of me. “Yes.” I looked up at him. “It’s a child, Scott” I said. “I feel so trapped here.” His face fell. “That’s not true,” he said quickly. “You’re not trapped.” I shook my head. “I was pushed into it. You know that. This isn’t love, Scott. None of it is. It’s just all a deal.”

I waited for him to say anything more but the rock faced man was just about to walk out. “Is this how you people communicate?” “I don't follow.” I rolled my eyes. “Is Theo okay?” Not that it was any concern of mine but if the man who'd trapped me in this sham marriage were to die, that makes me a widow. He observed me for a second, scrutinizing me before speaking up. “He's wasted and I'm the only one that can get him.” He said. I tilted my head. “Wasted? As in drunk?” He nodded.

Mia snuggled against him. "He's such a joke. Three seconds and he's done. And every dime he makes goes toward buying formula for our son anyway." I stared at the screen, my temples throbbing. It felt like the blood vessels in my eyes were about to burst. The video kept rolling. Mia suddenly climbed off Andy's lap, pulled open the TV stand drawer, and took out a folder. The folder with our marriage documents. "Come here." She opened it. Our marriage certificate was inside, with a wedding photo tucked behind it. She pulled out the photo, laid it on the coffee table, and turned it until my face was staring up at them.