The Predatory Marriage Novels & Stories

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

I'm practically spitting on her as I talk, walking closer to her with every word I spew. "Jory Payne was my contracted fiancé, and your wife seduced him and got pregnant. Yes, the marriage contract says that we can terminate once one of the parties gets pregnant or gets someone pregnant, but both parties have to agree to the termination, and I don't agree! I want to keep the contract, and on top of that, Jory and I will get custody of the brats." The bitch actually stands in her position with a smug smile.

"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.

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

“Your mother is sick. The bills are overwhelming. You’ve exhausted every option. But you haven’t given up. That makes you... suitable.” My fingers curl against the armrests of my chair, digging in hard just to keep myself steady. Suitable. Like I’m being measured for parts. “This isn’t real,” I whisper, barely hearing myself over the pounding in my ears. “It’s very real,” Mrs Valentino says. Her voice doesn’t waver. “We’ll pay off all your mother’s medical expenses. In return, you will marry our son, Stephano.” Stephano. When I was researching them, I didn't even think to look into them having any children.