The Unwanted Marriage Novels & Stories

Once again, like it was with that stupid doctor, my hands were tied once more. Since it all boiled down to the fact that no one wanted to listen to me or do my bidding anymore, then I would have to do this the way I initially planned. I no longer care if the consequences would be too much for me to bear. If Damon no longer wanted me, I would make sure the woman he wanted was buried six feet under.

My mother is still regretting the fact that she didn't get to marry the man she loved and I am hoping the same mistake won't happen to me. I am only with Zayden because of our child, we don't love each other. I want to love my life, aside from being his unwanted bride. I am already tired of being tagged unwanted, everything about me screams unwanted. The maids in the house knows that I am their boss's unwanted wife and because no one outside our home and immediate family recognizes me as his bride. It feels right but sad. I want to experience love in a good soul and I want to be loved. Finding love is definitely not here in Zayden's home.

"I’m not fine at all." Another sob wracked my body. They were right. My marriage, the foundation I thought I'd built a life on, was a sham. A convenient arrangement, a business deal disguised as happily ever after. For three years, I'd clung to the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, Regan's feelings would change. I'd tried to be the perfect wife, a silent shadow anticipating his every need. But I remained unseen, unheard, an invisible woman in my own marriage.

And, it was with a man she had known for less than 24 hours. But her lips also carried a bitter smile; her marriage was just a transaction, a story that began a week ago. Valeria's father, Ed Everhart, ran a small business, but recently, there were problems with the financial chain, causing him great anxiety. After graduating, Valeria worked at a magazine, a nine-to-five job as a magazine editor. She wasn't cut out to be a boss like her father, preferring to live a quiet life as a subordinate. However, since the heartbreak in college, she had been single for many years, not dating at all. If it weren't for her father suddenly coming to find her, she would have forgotten that she was supposed

"Everyone, it's confirmed! I stay in the same village as the female clown! I personally witnessed her mom marrying her to an old man who had been single forever!" I just tapped on "not interested in the post" option before putting down my phone. The past was the past for a reason. It was time for me to start a brand new chapter of my life.

We both had similar childhoods, dealing with nightmares. “That’s not going to happen, Elena. Sierra, my wife? I can’t allow that.” I didn't even plan on getting married if not for my stupid father's will that left me no other option. All this shouldn’t even be happening in the first place. Why does Uncle Marc want to make things worse for me?

Today, she was marrying Ethan Blackwood. The thought twisted in her chest. Ethan—cold, untouchable, and devastatingly handsome—was a man who had made it abundantly clear he did not want her. Their engagement was not about love. It was a transaction, orchestrated by his grandfather, Harrison Blackwood, who insisted on securing the family’s legacy before his health failed. To Harrison, Lydia was perfect: quiet, refined, and respectable. To Ethan, she was a stranger thrust into a life he had no desire to lead.

“You will not speak of me, Lily, my family, or our marriage. In fact, you must never admit that we were married.” “And if I do speak of it, of us?” “Then I’ll ruin you completely.” “And what if…” I paused, the words catching in my throat. I wouldn’t cry, not here, not ever, and especially not in front of him. “What if I were pregnant?” “This again?” he groaned, placing his hand over his face. “It’s not going to happen.” “And if it did?” “Why won’t you accept it?” David asked, his cold precision like needles in my chest. “I only want children with the woman I love. Not some pathetic woman who I was forced to marry. You’re not worthy to be the mother of my child, you never were.”

"The youngsters had always wanted to get married since they were kids. And now it just happened when we needed a distraction. Like catching two birds with one stone." "Exactly," Dominic adds, laughing along. I watch them, irritation curling up my spine. Old men romanticizing a forced, strategic marriage like it’s some kind of charming anecdote. They don’t care that the desire I once had to marry Natalya died years ago. That desire is gone—swept aside the moment I decided to reject it. And yet here they are, acting like it’s the most natural, celebratory thing in the world. "Son, what is this?" my father interrupts my thoughts. "Aren’t you excited?"

My mother is still regretting the fact that she didn't get to marry the man she loved and I am hoping the same mistake won't happen to me. I am only with Jordan because of our child, we don't love each other. I want to love my life, aside from being his unwanted bride. I am already tired of being tagged unwanted, everything about me screams unwanted. The maids in the house knows that I am their boss's unwanted wife and because no one outside our home and immediate family recognizes me as his bride. It feels right but sad. I want to experience love in a good soul and I want to be loved. Finding love is definitely not here in Jordan’s home.