The Unwanted Marriage Pdf Novels & Stories

Article 1: The marriage shall last 365 days. Article 2: No physical intimacy without mutual consent (though public displays of affection are mandatory). Article 3: No emotional attachment. Article 4: Under no circumstances shall a pregnancy occur. I paused at Article 4. My heart gave a strange little tug. "No pregnancy?" "I am under pressure from my board and my mother to produce an heir and settle down," Adrian said, standing up. He walked to the window, his back to me. He was tall, his tailored suit fitting his broad shoulders perfectly. "The marriage satisfies the 'settling down' requirement. But I have no intention of bringing a child into a world of business deals and fake smiles. This

She asked in total confusion. "You are only good at organising events, my friend. Because I have started thinking that business is not your thing." Mary said with a sigh. "Ouch! That's insulting!" Sarah scoffed at her. "But that's the truth." Mary said and rolled her eyes at her. "Whatever, there can be many situations like the boy is being pressured from family for marriage but he doesn't want a regular wife. So, he offers a deal to a perfect candidate who can act well in front of everyone but can put distance between her and the boy. They sign a contract for the deal. Or sometimes the boy needs an heir but he doesn't want a wife so he again finds a perfect candidate to offer a deal which s

"I have to get away from my family, or they will make me marry to the man I don't want to marry. He is a gambler and a womanizer. I don't want to be with him. Look if I marry you, you can take me with you and I promise I will be a good wife. When I will settle in America on my own you will divorce me and we will live our lives happily divorced." My heart broke, and the pain was unbearable. She wants to marry me because she is in an unwanted situation not because she loves me. She already decided that we would divorce before we even got married. Will I lose the love of my life like this? All my dreams I want to complete with her will be shattered just like that? "Okay, let's sign a marriage c

Manuela frowned, rubbing her temples lightly. “Don’t judge him too quickly! He seems nice, and he looks genuine about his interest in you. I mean, don’t get me wrong—yes, you’re legally married to Mr. Urquio, but let’s be real: you married him to pay off your father’s debt, and he married you to get what he wants. I know you love him, but it hurts to see you suffering when he doesn’t feel the same way. What if… what if he’s not the one for you after all? What if Mr. Handsome over there—” “—Don’t say that, Suzie. Even if I’m the only one with feelings for Uno, our contract says I can’t get involved with anyone else while we’re married. I don’t want to disappoint Don Victorino either—he’s been

"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?

Xavier could walk in and see me talking to Theodore on a hidden video call and that would be the end of everything. “I was married,” I said quietly. “To Xavier. So technically I had spousal status.” “A marriage that was never registered legally,” Theodore said and there was something cold in his voice now. “A marriage that doesn’t exist in any court system in the United States. A marriage that Xavier deliberately kept off the books because he wanted you docile and dependent and completely under his control without any of the legal protections that actual marriage would have given you.” He set the papers down. “That doesn’t count, Morana. The board won’t accept it and I can’t override it. It

"She needs the protection and resources. She has nothing..." "Apparently she's willing to have nothing," he replied. "Rather than force you into an unwanted marriage." Yes, it was unwanted so why did her rejection feel like a slap? "She can't just leave," I said. "The child...my heir..." "This is ridiculous," I continued, this time I was standing and pacing. "She doesn't get to make this decision by herself, she's a woman.." "Actually, she does," he replied. "Marriage requires consent from both parties and she's simply withdrawing hers."

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."

As I looked at it, I couldn’t imagine how kids could bear to lose theirs in an attic or in the back of a car. As I thought about it, I got angrier. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I wasn’t even aware of it. The last thing I wanted was to be the talk of the town…especially when it came to being unwanted. My family had a lame tradition of marrying young and being wanted before the age of thirty-one. I just wanted to be invisible. I didn’t want to be the center of attention or unwanted talk at all. But with my dating history, I’d provided everybody at school some juicy things to talk about. I felt an arm around my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. I was startled to realize that I was no lon