The Predatory Marriage Novels & Stories

"I wasn't lying about paying you back. But I need time." Calloway was quiet for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was lower. "I have a better idea." "What?" "Marry me." I blinked. "What?" "A contractual marriage. One year." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "You get protection, resources for the baby, a roof over your head. A statement to everyone that you're not some abandoned, pregnant ex-wife." "And what do you get?" I set down the water glass. "What does a billionaire need from a pregnant divorcée?"

“The contract marriage again?” She nodded, not moved by my tone. “After the gas leak, Stefan Myles reached out. He was… concerned. He’s proposing a strategic alliance, one that could consolidate our board against Gregor’s influence. A marriage, on strictly business terms, would link New Dream’s resources to Clawford’s legacy.”

"Marrying from all these tribes will not make you vulnerable to them. They would know that you have one of their own and they will be forced to live peacefully with you. They will not come to prey on you when you have an affiliation with them. Marriage will create bonds with different packs and they would stop fighting you.” He seemed to think the idea was absurd as he looked at me intently before laughing. "Do you think so? Have you not seen packs who have affiliation with fight each other? Surely you have, Lady. Some packs do not care about whatever affiliation they have with another pack, once they sense a weakness in another pack, they quickly move to prey on them. That is why I had emph

“And I need something...” “I have a condition to “help you,” he says, cutting me off, I tell him to continue.” Don't get married, if she is in love it will help in the process of softening her image to her parents, and she will have me to confront and justify it. Then calmly think about marriage. Nego shook his head. “She could be pregnant” I speak of my suspicions. Lorenzo snorted and smacked my forehead. Pregnancy before marriage is punishable. "Certainty?" question.

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."

I didn’t know how to react, especially when he said that the groom would only look at me because I’m unsure if the man I would marry would like me and if I would like him back, so I fake a smile. I have this presumption that maybe my groom was unattractive enough. If not, why does he agree to an arranged marriage for a woman like me? A girl without a good background and doesn’t have any achievements at all. I’m not even popular in school. The bottom line is I’m just an ordinary girl, but I do admit I have looks, although not as stunning as a celebrity does.

Wendy laughed and said, “Nah, he’s not Sugar Daddy material. You should marry him.” “I can’t believe I’m actually considering it,” Kate said in bemusement. “It’s called a marriage of convenience,” said Wendy. “You get his name and protection, your baby gets a comfortable home to grow up in, and Tony gets a young beautiful wife to keep him youthful and happy. That’s an all-around win in my books.” “Yeah, that sounds pretty simple from your point of view,” Kate said tentatively. “But I doubt if it’s going to be that straightforward.”

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.

Legalese, provisions, timelines. "It's real," he stated flatly. "I don't get it," she whispered. "Why me?" Caelan paused. Then sat across from her, his elbows on his knees. "Three reasons," he replied. "First, I have to be married by the end of this quarter. It's part of a trust I'm trying to access—one that will decide the fate of a very big merger." Elira blinked. "And…?" "Second, I require someone who isn't a socialite, or in the tabloids, or trying to make it to the top of my world. You're clean. Invisible. Private."

Article 1: The marriage shall last 365 days. Article 2: No physical intimacy without mutual consent (though public displays of affection are mandatory). Article 3: No emotional attachment. Article 4: Under no circumstances shall a pregnancy occur. I paused at Article 4. My heart gave a strange little tug. "No pregnancy?" "I am under pressure from my board and my mother to produce an heir and settle down," Adrian said, standing up. He walked to the window, his back to me. He was tall, his tailored suit fitting his broad shoulders perfectly. "The marriage satisfies the 'settling down' requirement. But I have no intention of bringing a child into a world of business deals and fake smiles. This