Trapped In A Loveless Marriage Novels & Stories

It felt as though I had finally found an ally in this unforgiving world. At home, Emiliano remained as cold and distant as ever. His constant indifference only fueled my desire to spend more time at work and away from our loveless marriage. Each passing day solidified my resolve to regain control of my life and escape the shackles that bound me to this cruel and heartless man. As my bond with Richard grew stronger, I noticed subtle changes in his behavior. There were moments when his gaze seemed to linger on me just a little too long, or his smile held a hint of sadness that I couldn't quite understand. It was as if he were struggling with a secret, a burden he carried deep within.

" Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you. Whenever you want to try and fix your marriage with him, he makes you think there isn't a marriage at all. He makes you think that you are like a book he has in his bookshelf for years. Every time your heart breaks because of your efforts. One day you tell him that you want to leave and he barely heard you. Yo

"If I let myself fall, and he doesn't catch me... what then? I already knew-he has someone he loves. This marriage was never built on love. I've always known that. I'm just trying to shield my heart in case Damian throws me away. It'll hurt less this way." Jenny and Sophia exchanged glances and leaned closer, patting Livia's shoulders from either side. To them, Livia was being ridiculous. Who would ever want to let her go? If anything, even if she tried to leave, Damian would never allow it. "You're really such a silly sister-in-law," Jenny teased, giving her shoulder another light tap. "Hey, don't bully her," Sophia added. "Even if she's being stupid, no need to say it out loud."

A guy who ended his life for he could no longer endure the torment from his mate. That's why Lavina accepted Kagern's proposal to be his love even if they were not sure that they would really become mates. She wanted to be an opposite of that mate who tormented her second half to death. She wanted to give him an unconditional love, a love that Kagern never wanted.

Without thinking too much, I typed three words: Let’s divorce. I hit send. Brianna’s laughter cut through the silence. “Finally growing a spine, are we?” I ignored her, sitting back down in the leather chair. My posture stayed perfect, my expression calm, but inside, my heart felt heavier than it had in years. I thought of the day I married Adrian—his face calm, almost bored, as he spoke his vows. I had told myself that love could grow with time. But how could love grow in a house where another woman’s name lingered in every corner?

"Trust me, Natalia, I don't blame you for the choices Adonis made. Don’t beat yourself up about it. Natalia didn’t seem convinced, so I tried to lighten the mood with a joke. “Tell me what it feels like to be a married woman.” She rolled her eyes and a small smile formed on her lips. "Can you please stop being sarcastic? My "husband" doesn’t even look at me twice. I'm nothing but a trophy wife to him, and my dream of marrying for love has been shattered.” I felt sympathy for my friend, knowing that her heart was aching with every word and that the sparkle in her eyes had faded, replaced by surrender and a disconnection from the happy life she had known. She was trapp

I love him for the whole that he is, and the stronger person I become when he’s around me. This knowledge comes with a heavy price. I love him, but this is a doomed love. Even if he feels the same, which I doubt tremendously, he would still never truly be mine. At best, I’d have to share him. Watching from the sides as he walked down the aisle, marrying someone else. I don’t know if I’m strong enough for that. Nor do I know if I’m strong enough to leave – even if I could. I’m caught in a trap, with certain unhappiness in every direction. All I can do is watch the hurt come barreling toward me, like I’m standing on the railroad tracks watching for the engine to come my way.

“You can’t leave me for the next sixty-seven years. Remember the contract?” The contract marriage. The one he needed to secure a major deal. The one I had signed without hesitation because I loved him. I spun around slowly, rage burning through the heartbreak. “Did you make me sign that contract knowing you could trap me if you fucked up?!” Dylan opened his mouth, but I couldn’t stand the sight of them any longer. I stormed out of the bedroom, my heart so heavy it felt like lead dragging behind me. I was trapped. How was I supposed to spend the next seventy years with a man who had never truly wanted me?

looks like disgust. "A secretary that sits on his laps? Wow, what a new discovery." I choke out a bitter laughter. Surprisingly this lady does not hold back. She pours out what she has been holding back all these while, revealing her true colors. "I do not appreciate the manner you use to address me. I have told you I am nothing more than a mere secretary. If you and your husband have issues then fix it! Do not involve me in your paranoid marriage!" I gasp at her sudden outburst. Without wasting anymore time, I raise my hand to slap her in the face but surprisingly, Lucas grabs me by the wrist causing my hands to hang in the air. "WE ARE GOING HOME THIS MOMENT!" Lucas pulls me by the wrist,

He then yelled at me, "You bitch! You filthy bitch! Why don't you just die? How could you do this to us?" He wasn't afraid of being jailed, but now, I believed he was terror-stricken. … A year ago, I discovered I had AIDS. It wasn't because of intimate activities. It was because of a mistake during a blood transfusion. That was the darkest time of my life. Because of my illness, I couldn't spare much attention for Wendy, who was also in misery. It wasn't until she died had I realized something was wrong. However, at that time, I could no longer gather the evidence of their crimes.