The Unwanted Marriage Novels & Stories

But wasn't there more to a marriage than having children? I had actually thought that Damian wanted our marriage to go on because he was in love with me. Love! That was a laugh. The man was incapable of love. The marriage he wanted was just one of convenience. It would be too inconvenient for him to hunt for another wife, to go through all that bother of getting married once again. He currently had a very docile, very tractable 'wife' in me already, someone who hadn't had a farthing to her name before he came along, someone he thought would be all too willing to what he was offering. I was to fit into the well ordered structure of his life so he could continue to be Damain Donovan, the envie

But that dream now seemed farther than ever. “Well, the mating bond is quite complex in its own way. It doesn't define your relationship but it creates the bond that makes a relationship possible. There are many wolves who live without their fated mates but they live in constant desperation, yearning to be with their mates. It's even worse when they get rejected. Rejection is one of the worst pains a wolf can feel and sometimes it never goes away” “It's like an obsession… an addiction. How can I feel something so intense for someone that doesn't love me?”

"Without friends and a wedding party, it wouldn't feel quite real, would it?" No, it wouldn't, Thomas begrudgingly admitted to himself. And therein lay the crux of the matter. This marriage, devoid of genuine affection and commitment, was nothing more than a pragmatic arrangement, a means to an end. Yet, as he gazed into Leah's pleading eyes, a pang of guilt gnawed at his conscience. Despite his reservations, he couldn't ignore the longing in her voice, the desire for a semblance of normalcy and authenticity in what was otherwise a charade.

"Can not I? Your reputation is hanging by a thread. The bored needs stability. Your current condition is enough to oust you as CEO. All your enemies need to do is create one more scandal and it is all over." I had wanted to fight and to rage against his ultimatum. But the empire my grandfather had built and my father had expanded, I could not let it crumble because of me. "Fine," I had spat the word like it was poison. "I will marry her." I stared at my wedding ring which felt heavy on my finger. Kate Delacroix was the perfect society wife. Although she had the... A sudden pain shot through my chest and a groan slipped past my lips. I stumbled forward, gripping the desk to brace myself. The

They couldn't help me now. "Mom," I said hoarsely. "I don't know what to do. I'm so scared." I took a trembling breath, looking to the chessboard I had abandoned earlier. The game-the one with me playing both sides to pass the time-felt so trivial now. Life was no game. Samuel had seen to that. I had no choice. No avenue of escape. I was to be forced into an unwanted marriage-all in the interest of a man who cared only about control. To whom was he marrying me off? And what would become of me?

"Nathan, I know you're just angry! Don't worry, I don't mind at all! "Once you've calmed down, we can go register our marriage, okay? I've got all the documents ready. We can register directly here in Utheria. This time, we'll definitely get it done." "Register?" I scoffed. I had scheduled dates to register our marriage 15 times. And what had she done? She'd abandoned me over and over for another man. Now that I'd finally let go completely, now that I didn't want her anymore, suddenly she wanted to register our marriage?

The moment he opened it, his breath caught. A divorce agreement. Both of their names were clearly written on it. His eyes widened as a sudden, inexplicable panic surged through him. Seizing the moment, Elena hurried to hook her arm through his, her voice turning sweet. "Luca, look. She left on her own. Let’s be together. I’m the one who truly deserves you. Everyone says we’re the perfect power duo." Luca violently shook her off. His eyes burned as he stared at her. "Clara is my Donna. You and I are friends. We will never marry. Now get out. Immediately."

Maybe she wasn’t. She cocked her head slightly, picking up on my tone. “Let me guess. You’re one of those men who never wants to get married.” “And you’re one of those women who has to get married.” She shrugged. “I don’t have to get married. If it never happens, it never happens. But I want to meet the love of my life, fall madly in love, and sleep beside him for the rest of my life. If that makes me sound boring, I don’t care. If that makes me sound unoriginal, so be it. Marriage to the wrong man sounds terrifying. It could be a trap with no escape, a commitment to misery. I never want to be married for the sake of being married. There would be no point when a man can’t offer me something

“Shouldn’t you? Didnt you just say you like the small party?” “I don’t know, baby. As much as I do not fancy aunt Janice, she is right. The crystal moon pack barely does large parties. We do have a reason to call people to gather just for the sake of alliance. Maybe my birthday can be a good reason.” “So I am guessing you and I do not plan to get married and have a befitting wedding. Because I remember you were telling me in the resort when you had your limbs wrapped around me like you feared I would run off that you cannot imagine life anymore without me in it. You even named the children we haven’t had yet. I guess the sweetness in your mouth at the time is why you can’t told a lie. I unde

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.