The Predatory Marriage Novels & Stories

“Simon, you really are something else. Having me out of your life—wasn’t this exactly what you always wanted?” Holding his gaze, I spoke in a cold, steady voice. “That day in the golf club lounge, I heard every word you said with Yara. “The man you saw tonight? The one I plan to marry? He’s the same one you paid to pretend to chase after me. “Simon, you don’t need to spend another cent to get rid of me. You’re finally free to be with the woman you love. “So, why won’t you just let me go? Isn’t this everything you wanted?"

Alya is now sitting in a cafe with her friends, Alya sadly said: "I am regretting getting married to Dhruv, first I thought I will be happy with Dhruv despite someone else will be in his life. Even I thought, with time he will forget that bitch but I was wrong he is madly in love with her " Her friend looked at her and asked: "If he loves her so much then why will he get married to you ", Alya sadly sighed and said: "Because of his dad. His girlfriend is an orphan and works as his PA but his dad will never accept a low-class girl like her as Dhruv's wife and Mittal's daughter in law but he really loves her ".

“By tonight, I’ll be done with New York. By tomorrow, or midnight at the latest, we can leave this cursed country. I’m ready, Mike. I’ll marry you. We’ll do a court marriage immediately, and later, once everything cools down, we’ll have a reception. Please… I need this. I’m begging you. I know the mess I’m dragging you into, but I don’t have anyone else to ask for help whom I can trust with my babies.” Her voice cracked, desperation clawing at her. She pressed her forehead against his hand, trembling. “You don’t understand… Damon will make a move. He’ll twist everything. You have no idea what that man is capable of. He’ll use my kids as leverage, force me back to him. Will keep me locked aga

Instead, I was met with nods and perfunctory smiles that only deepened the chasm within me. At one table, I overheard a conversation about future business ventures and the strategic advantages that my marriage would supposedly bring. Their words were cold, impersonal, and it struck me how my personal happiness had become a mere footnote in a grand corporate strategy. Every detail of the wedding, from the floral arrangements to the seating charts, was dictated by those who valued power over individual desire. In that moment, I felt the sting of betrayal all over again—the bitter realization that I was a commodity to be traded, a means to an end rather than a person with hopes and dreams.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

The way he used to look at me like I was the only man in the world. I froze as the perfect shape of it began to form in my head. Public engagement meant narrative control……Marriage meant contractual unity. A prenuptial agreement crafted correctly could intertwine assets, voting rights, decision making authority. A marriage between Calder Dynamics and Carrington tech wouldn’t just calm the market. It would make me untouchable. I looked up to see Dante still watching me. “What?” he asked. I looked at him, really looked at him, then I said the first words of the plan out loud. “Marry me.”

No one would have thought that the King family, the most powerful clan in Preagend, would be fooled like this. In a large and lavish bedroom, a tall, well-dressed man seized the woman in the magnificent bridal gown by the neck in an outburst of rage. “You're not Avery! How dare you and your family trick me into marrying you? You must be tired of living already,” he growled. The woman was forced to tilt her head back, but her slender and attractive neck failed to elicit any sympathy from the man. “Let... let go...”

I know that in just a matter of seconds — minutes, even — that I will be swarmed by a group of power hungry men who think that the way to my father’s high ranking positions in the Obsidian pact is by marrying me. Why is my worth determined by who I am married to? Why has my life been revived around my martial status? From a young age, I decided to marry Adrian and help out his own personal mission, singing a contract that gave him everything and more. Now that I am free from the confines of that marriage, my father wants to force me into a new one. It is all a game of politics in the criminal underworld that I truly have no care in the world to be a part of and yet here I am, the prize cow r

I repeated slowly, letting the word settle on my tongue like I was testing it. He didn’t hesitate. “You will be married.” For a second, I didn’t respond—not because I didn’t understand, but because I understood too well. It wasn’t surprising. It wasn’t shocking. Their audacity! It was expected, and somehow, that made it worse. They were looking for a scapegoat. “To whom?” I asked finally. “A Northern Alpha,” the woman answered smoothly, like she had been waiting for that question. “A strategic alliance. His territory holds resources we require, and his influence will stabilize our standing. This marriage will restore financial control and reinforce our political position.”

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."