Novelas y relatos de The Predatory Marriage

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

“ That's a fucking lie! Stop lying to me!” Tania shrugged, taking some steps towards me. “ Believe what you wish,” her lips curled up further. “ But I'll make this very clear, you have nothing now…absolutely nothing.” “ W-What do you mean?” She stepped back, circling around me as she crossed her arms. “ Father's will stated that after three years of marriage, all his property would be transferred to your husband and— correct me if I'm wrong—today is your third wedding anniversary, isn't it dear sister?”

"You will be in it for the money. See him as a bank and the money he'd give you as a loan. He needs you for his own personal reasons and you need him. You're both using each other Lila, nothing is wrong with that." Lila shook her head at that. "Everything is wrong with it Ema." She said as he sat down on the couch. "I have dreamt of my marriage since I was a little girl. My husband would be madly in love with me and he'd be willing to worship the floor I walked on. And my children? I dreamt of having a lot of them. And some pets, a few dogs and a cat that would be the Queen of our house. A contract marriage is the complete opposite of that dream. Ema, I just can't."

He wondered if there was a glint of pain in her eyes, but when he looked again, she still had the same annoyed, ironic look of the woman he'd married. Anger cut at him for her ability to constantly make him feel uneasy. He didn't say anything wrong. She was married for money, and freely admitted it. Why did she have to pretend to be the innocent victim in this whole mess? He forced himself to put the thought of his wife out of his mind and focus on the group of businessmen surrounding Hyoshi Komo. Eric felt an important factor in securing this Japanese man's vote. Interest. Make it fun for Hyoshi Komo, and Eric will get the job.

"He came over to me and said he had an offer. I was not interested but I was curious and bored. Also angry." "Why were you angry?" "My father had just told me to get a woman to marry within a months time." I nod. "We went over to the tables and played. We went over and over." "He lost." I stated knowing that part too well. "Yes. He lost. He did not have the money so he was left with only one option…" "Me." He kissed my forehead. "Yes,you." "That's it?" "Pretty much all of it. You know the rest,you getting picked up,the marriage,you running away,me getting you,you falling in love,me having been entrapped by you first,the…"

So I'm not the only one who doesn't like this setup. I know that even if they don't say what they are talking about it is really obvious that they are planning the future for us. That they reconcile us. "Same here. I never wanted this kind of set up." I answered him. Because even I don't like it. I already told myself that if I was given the opportunity to get married at the right time and opportunity. I wanted it to be for the man that I truly love. Not this kind of marriage for convenience. Where is the love there if this happens?

she said, I remembered the guy I met that day on the beach before the marriage. “Windy, why would Hector hire someone to protect us?” I asked, “he hired him to protect you, since you’re officially married, Harris is very successful, and you are his weak point. They’ll do anything to hurt Harris, in order to do that, they will need to hurt you” she said, I gasped, “who would want to hurt him?” I asked, “his enemies, any successful man has enemies” she said, I was surprised, I had no idea that Harris has enemies.

The very place that had once felt like a home now loomed over her like a prison. Madison’s words stung like a slap. “Yes, Mrs. Asher, we will live in your mansion as my husband, Mr. Samuel , has signed a deal with your husband, Mr. Asher until they complete their project. We will live here; hope you don’t have any problems!” The hurt in Madison’s eyes was unmistakable, and Sophia couldn’t bear to meet her gaze. The hatred simmering just beneath the surface was too much to confront.

“You’ve lost your mind. You know, I’m already married.” “To Matteo Salvatore. I know,” he said, standing and beginning to circle me like a predator. “But let’s be honest… there are many kinds of marriages, and yours has a very interesting little detail.” I stayed silent, trying not to react. “A contract,” he smiled, stopping behind me. “You two married for protection. It’s in writing. What a beautiful reason, isn’t it? Love? Passion? No. Security. A deal based on mutual interests.”