The Unwanted Marriage Novels & Stories

Never try to force anyone into anything, and a forced marriage only brings unpleasant consequences. I was brainstorming a million things in case I had to go through with a forced marriage. For every action, there is a reaction, and I wouldn't be any different. I was already upset about losing Melissa and having to marry someone I don't love, someone I never loved. Actually, my ex-fiancée isn't a bad person, just a bit spoiled. She was raised like a little princess, with a lifestyle above the norm.

"Don't you dare cry? You're always a crybaby, Beatrice. Why do you always make me feel as if I am the evil one here? If there is someone who is evil, it is your family who pushed you to marry me. Your family knows our family. Your Mom knows I impregnated someone in the past, yet she still pushed this marriage even if I don't love you at all." It was an arranged marriage at first. No. Mom was arranged to marry Dad. Everette, my younger brother, was also arranged to marry Christina. The same goes with me. Three years have passed. I thought we would be like Mom and Dad who were able to withstand all the difficulties of married life. But maybe I was only expecting that. Maybe I was the only one

"If you hadn’t said something, he wouldn’t have refused so decisively!" Tears began streaming down Fawn’s face, her expression filled with frustration. "You ruined it for us! Now I have to marry that old man! He’s nearly sixty, and I’m only twenty-three! Why should I marry him? Don’t you worry about karma for what you’ve done?" Maria raised an eyebrow at her, a bit surprised by the outburst. "Miss Powell, am I your parents? Am I the one forcing you into that marriage?" Fawn bit her lip. "If you hadn’t said anything to Sidney, he would’ve agreed!"

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

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.

"Maybe we should let people make their own choices about when and who they want to marry." Everyone looked at him, surprised by his comment. "I mean," he continued, "forcing people into marriages they don't want never works out well for anyone." Rita looked annoyed. "No one is forcing anyone into anything, Devon. We're just helping to arrange good matches." "Right," Devon said, he couldn’t care about who they get Damien married to, he could marry the devil and he wouldn’t care, his worry was for himself. Being in a relationship he didn’t want to just because it was an alliance fixed by his Nana.

But here I was, bearing the consequences of the offence I had no hand in. I have never had it this bad. The previous men I was forced to be with were able to do basic things on their own, and all I needed to do was to be stubborn to them, cause so much trouble for them, and they let me off the marriage. None of them requested a child. I can’t believe Rhoda would enter into such a deal without consulting me. I mean, how was I supposed to have a baby with a man that I do not love? My life was hard and miserable enough. Why bring an innocent child into it?

If he doesn't want that woman, he had tried, it's two years already, they could dissolve it and go their separate ways. Adrian loves Lola Carrero and not Ava Leon. What the heck! The young man is unhappy and sad, his family wants to ruin his happiness forever simply because a marriage was forced down his throat and they expect him to swallow it and stay calm. Not only Clem was thinking along that line, Adrian was also thinking. Why is grandfather doing this to him? How can he forced that thing from the gutters on him to marry? He doesn't love her. They don't belong to the same class or world. He has endured this torture for two years and now, that Lola is back, can't he make it right with he

Because I don’t want to look at her. That girl in the mirror. The one who keeps getting back up for people who never choose her. My lips tremble as another cry escapes. I should be used to this. I should be used to being the second choice. To not being loved. My parents made sure I knew what it felt like to be unwanted. They didn’t raise me. They trained me for profit. For men. They didn't love me. They sold me. At fucking thirteen years old. And now here I am again. Married to a man who can’t even pretend to care that another woman is climbing all over him while his wife watches.

The moment he agreed to let his mother arrange his marriage, he had given up the right to choose his own future. Whatever hopes he once held for love and freedom would eventually slip through his fingers, leaving behind only regret and resignation. In their polished, unforgiving world, countless people were trapped the same way, torn between what their families demanded and what they wanted for themselves. Marriage was supposed to be a promise rooted in love and commitment. But when family interests came first, it became little more than a business arrangement. Jasper closed his eyes and took a slow breath. If he couldn't fight it, then all he could do was accept it. He had no idea where thi