The Predatory Marriage Novels & Stories

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

“I know how it sounds, okay? Believe me, I know. But they weren’t threatening me. They were... professional. Cold, but… polite. Like it was a business transaction.” She stares at me like I’ve completely lost it. “Polite? Alyssa, they’re the Valentinos. Polite is just another weapon for people like them. What did they say? Tell me why they gave you $5000?” The words feel heavier when I have to form them aloud. “They want me to marry their son.” Carmen blinks. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry.... what?” “Two years. I marry their son, Stephano. I give them a child, and then I’m free.”

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

Unfortunately, there was only a deliveryman holding a small box standing before him instead of the figure he was hoping for. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Hunter Jones? You have a parcel from Ms. Audrey White." Hunter eagerly signed his name and accepted the package when he heard Audrey's name. He was dumbstruck after opening the box. That was because there was a fake marriage certificate, Audrey's engagement ring, and several printed images of Sarah's past social media posts in the box. It turned out that Audrey had long known about his marriage registration with Sarah. Each of his affections toward Sarah was posted on social media and became the weapon Sarah used against Audrey.

Perhaps letting him loose on me when he is raw from his sire’s death and stripped of his usual playboy armor is a wildly dangerous move. My nipples harden painfully at the thought. His words sound so primitive, ringing with an ancient, possessive authority that makes my inner wolf rear up in fierce approval. We entered this marriage as a tactical arrangement, but right now, standing before him feels less like a contract and more like a surrender to an apex predator. The way he looks at me tells me he considers me his rightful prize, a valuable territory he intends to claim piece by piece. My lips part on a ragged breath, and his mouth curves into a slow, predatory smirk. “I am feeling except

Ivan had done what he could never dream of in the past. Alicia finished her wine. She felt tipsy and brave. “And with or without witnesses, everyone is aware of the story of how I became your wife. In a way, it’s no different from a predatory marriage. You drove your ship to Coulson all high and mighty and threateTed the royal and nobility to give up their princess. It’s obviously not normal.”

Her words seared through me, every syllable a dagger to my chest. “Who… who am I getting married to?” I asked at last, my voice barely more than a whisper. My chest felt heavy, each word dragged out of me like it weighed a thousand pounds. I looked at Claudia with pleading eyes, though I already knew mercy was something she would never give. “Adrian Blackwood,” she said at last, her tone dripping with mockery. “A poor nobody. No family name, no wealth, no future. Just the kind of man fit for you.” You should be happy he married you with your debt.

he affirmed, his voice steady and resolute. As we prepared to confront Carlo and unravel his web of deceit, I felt a surge of empowerment. With Clyde's support and a clear goal in sight, I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Our marriage, once a means to an end, now became a symbol of hope and defiance—a pact forged in the fires of betrayal, bound by a shared desire for justice. The condition laid out before us was clear: marriage. As I stood there, facing the expectant gazes of Carmine, Carlo, and Clyde, I felt the weight of my next words settle upon me like a heavy cloak.

“ I know that I was wrong, but that was because I needed to know you better, you know that is the truth, there is no way I would get married to you without knowing shit about you” “ But what you did was wrong” “ It was, and I apologise for doing that, I shouldn't have, and it isn't right that I make excuses about it, but I was desperate” “ Desperate?” “ Yes, my parents want an heir so they want me to get married, and that brings me to the term of our agreement” “ I haven't even agreed to it yet” “ All you have to do is birth an heir to take over the company and when you want to leave, you get 20 million dollars”

I felt tired; my temples began to throb again. "I slept with Howard." The wine glass in his hand shattered on the floor. His eyes turned crimson, disbelief etched across his face. "Teagan! How could you…" I calmly closed my laptop and smiled at him. "What? Are you upset?" I genuinely hoped we could just have a marriage of convenience, where we could both enjoy the benefits this arrangement brought. He could sleep with a different woman every night, and I wouldn't care. Meanwhile, I would leverage the Brookes' connections to gain more resources for myself.