The Predatory Marriage 소설 & 이야기

But I need your cooperation. I shook my head in confusion. "What kind of cooperation?" He was a little hesitant, like he was measured in the way he chose to say it. "A contract marriage." The room fell silent. I blinked, sure I must have misheard him. "A… what?" "A contract marriage," he repeated in a flat tone. "It's simple: You marry me, and in return, I give you the power and resources to destroy Adrian. I will make sure he feels the pain he's inflicted on you a hundredfold."

"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.

My wife, Isabel Wilson, had slept with more than a thousand men, yet she still refused to divorce me. Her family called me a useless freeloader who did nothing but live off his wife. The first time I asked Isabel for a divorce was five years ago. She didn't say a word. She simply had me locked inside the house for an entire month. A month later, she threw a positive pregnancy test in my face. Three years ago, I asked for a divorce a second time. Isabel went straight back to her family's home that very night. Right after that, I was reduced to seeing my child once a week. Today was the third time. This time, I could finally be free because I realized that my child didn't love me, and my

He used a marriage certificate as a weapon. Now, Catherine is asking me to use a new marriage certificate as a shield. "The prenuptial agreement protects both parties," Catherine states, sliding a silver pen across the table. "It secures the Moretti assets against any future dissolution of the marriage. But you need to understand something very clearly, Isabella. A Moretti marriage isn’t a quiet suburban contract. It’s a very loud, very violent statement to every single family on the East Coast that you belong to Luca's house now. You operate under his name, and his enemies become your enemies."

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.”