The Predatory Marriage Novels & Stories

She trailed off, speculating on the particulars of where she was or might be, what might have been the reason for her disappearance, of course, her high-profile marriage to the famed business tycoon. Literally, almost all sort of some powerful billionaire loses his wife, and she's alone and out somewhere, and here is Kai, desperate enough to put a reward on his own wife's head. I admired his grit. "Well," I whispered, "looks like I finally got what I wanted.”

I scoffed, my patience wearing dangerously thin. “Right. Condos.” We both knew the truth. This marriage wasn’t about real estate; it was about power. My family’s name would shield the Morunagas from scrutiny while their influence solidified our position. A match made in hell. “Were you expecting a different answer?” he asked, a faint smirk curving his lips. “Would you prefer I say I’m madly in love with you?” My temper snapped. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I shot back.

“Roshida, despite the fact that you and Felix are having marital issues, it's still his name you bear. If that name is tarnished in front of the pack, you will feel the burn of it too. Just help him out, dear.” This woman thought she could use being married to him to blackmail me. Well, that was also my card. “Let me explain something. As you said, I'm married to him right? It would be very wrong and against pack rules for me to allow him to marry someone else since polygamy isn't a wolf thing. It's against the rules. If we are caught, I would be punished too for paying for the wedding. Also, it would tarnish our image.” I was having fun turning them down. I never got tired of telling them n

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

"But I did it anyway. Now, she owes me her very life. She will be grateful to me forever. Every time she looks at me, she won't just see a husband she was forced to marry; she will see her savior. That kind of debt is a leash that never breaks, and I intend to pull it whenever I please." A slow, cold smile curves my lips. It is a predatory expression that does not reach my eyes. My mother stares at me for a long beat, her own eyes narrowing as she processes the cold logic of my obsession. "You are far too into her," she whispers darkly, leaning over the mahogany bed rail. "It was not supposed to be like this, Santino. This marriage was a business arrangement. She was a means to an end a way

I couldn’t fucking deal with an “I told you so, from my beta right now. How did she even sneak past me? The bitch must have used scent suppressants. A slow pounding began forming at the base of my cranium and I clenched my fingers into fists while ignoring the sharp pain that shot through me—guess the glass wasn’t all extricated. Coupled with the nausea, rage, and feverish heat burning under my skin, disgust swept over me and I almost crawled out of my skin. I couldn’t fucking believe the woman I was about to marry pretty soon wouldn’t stop drugging me. And without being told, I knew my mom must have helped her with this sick plan, otherwise, Vira wouldn’t have gotten the information of my w

Real. It had to come from me. I stared at the camera lens Wren set up, feeling the weight of the moment. “When I married Adrian Bellington,” I began, “I thought I was stepping into luxury. Power. A family legacy. I didn’t know I was marrying into a nightmare.” I told it all. The arranged marriage. The threats. The lies. I told them about Black Orchid, about the children trafficked like commodities, about the power men like Gregory held.

"I'm married already." Margaret's grin waned. "To a Franklin. However, the board considers the partnership to be shaky in light of yesterday's attempted assassination." Freda took a step forward, her muscles tensing in rage. "You're telling me that after almost losing my husband and bleeding for this family, I must get married again in order to keep what is rightfully mine?" "It's customary," Margaret stated. "That is blackmail," Grace yelled. Freda remained still. She fixed Margaret with a glare.

He had married me with a document already in place to take it from me. I sat in my office for a long time after I understood what I was looking at. I wasn’t falling apart. I was past the part where things broke me. But something settled into place that hadn't been there before, something cold and very clear. This hadn't been a marriage that went wrong. It had never been a marriage at all. It had been a setup with a timeline. So I called Serena. "I need you to file a motion to introduce marital property pre-planning as evidence of predatory intent," I said.

He made all those promises that he couldn’t keep and when she got pregnant, he threatened her until she married him just so that he could remind her every second of her life that she is nothing but a piece of trash. “This pregnancy must be a burden on you since you can’t sleep with every single man you see insight,” his eyes were dripping repugnance, her heart skipped a beat when he kept going on and on, and all this time, his grip over her arm only tightened, “Let’s get you some men, you can please them in million different ways you know?” that was it, he had crossed all the limits. He had no right to sl** shame her like that.