Trapped In A Loveless Marriage Novels & Stories

Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only it's light, not it's shadows. -Paul Coelho Adelynn could barely recognize herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror with her face completely bare. She felt miserable and her reflection confirmed it. She let out a sigh and brought her ring clad finger to her line of vision. I'm a married woman, yet, I don't feel like one, she thought, her eyes misting over. She didn't feel happy and she was worried that she was going to remain very miserable for the rest of her bland life. As a teen, she'd always dreamed of tying the knot with someone she loved, but here she was, enduring a loveless marriage that was as a result of her father's insurmou

Coaxing him with no real input to give back. “She’s in her fifties, she’s resigned herself to the fact she won’t ever be able to find someone else and I guess she still has feelings for him. She’s trapped in a loveless marriage.” He looks back at me, a small sardonic smile brewing. The hurt evident on his face and it makes me want to reach out and take his hand, but I hold back. “A loveless marriage?” The thought is so sad, especially for someone as lovely as Sylvana Carrero.

But the path ahead seemed treacherous and uncertain, leaving me trapped in a web of obligation and familial expectations. I wished with every fiber of my being that there was an escape, a way to avoid this union with a man who had turned my life into a living nightmare. It pained me to think that a man who once saved me from the brink of death had become the source of my torment, trapping me in a loveless marriage.

My mind wandered aimlessly, trying to comprehend my cruel reality. I was married to a man who didn't love me-a man who considered me no different from a worthless piece of paper. And I was trapped, bound to him by a contract that I could never get free from.

“I am Steven Adams. And the very one you heard about, I wanted to find love, and someone who would love me for me not because I’m Steven Adams. But the truth is I wasn't okay with how it ended. I lost the woman I loved so much because I was acting up and turning myself into a loser, and in the end, I didn't find true love because we married under circumstances, we didn't marry because you wanted to marry me, If you weren't pregnant, you won't accept to marry a loser like me, you did because you didn't have a choice. So what was the gain of doing it in the first place? I’m trapped with a woman I don't love and a woman that doesn't love me. It was just a contract after all.

“I worked sixteen-hour days during those five years in the middle of nowhere. My periods stopped for months at a time. My hair was falling out in handfuls. I endured all of it because I kept telling myself that I would finally marry you when I came back.” The color drained from his face. “As for you, in those same five years, you got married, had a child, and now, you’re expecting another.” I let out a laugh. “I’m sorry.” “What good is your apology?” I looked straight at him. “Dan, you’ve made it impossible even to hate you. You’ve made me feel like a fool.” The rain came down harder. He opened the umbrella and tried to angle it over me. I pushed his hand away and stepped into the downpour.

"I told you the truth in the garden. Every word of it. But I won't pressure you. We're partners in this war. Whatever else we become—that's up to you." I thought about our three years of marriage—the coldness, the manipulations, the slow reveal of truths we'd both been too afraid to share. I thought about the man who'd carried me out of a burning building when I was fifteen. The man who'd pushed me to become something harder, sharper, stronger. The man who'd confessed his love the night before we risked everything. "Ask me again," I said. "What?" "Ask me what we are. What we could become."

these words sounds familiar to me, including his presence and scent, 'strike it out Melanie it's impossible' "Umm I'm Melanie the lady who is meant to be your wife" "Get out!!" " Are you really that cool, driving me out with out hearing me out, your workers must be suffering " I said almost commanding. " Go straight!" " Well I'm here to strike out our difference, I'm not willing to marry you and I don't think you're so let have a contract marriage " " Why?" " Cause I'm not interested in living with a stranger, and perhaps I've a mission I've to accomplish within one year, so let's have a one year contract marriage "

However, Letta's suspicions proved true when fate brought Letta back into Marco's grasp after just one week. However, an incident made Marco realize his fear of losing Letta. His body trembled when he saw Letta covered in blood, especially when Letta fell into a coma with their second fetus. Marco was afraid that Letta would never wake up again, or even worse, hate him. This dilemma made Marco feel incapable of facing it. However, fate sided with Marco again when Letta regained consciousness from the coma but lost all her memories. This allowed Marco to plan a happy marriage for both of them. This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billi

“You will, you don’t have a say here dear. A contract has already been drawn up for you two to get married. Trey did say that he told you.” His mother said a little to condescending for my taste. I lean back in my chair and cross my fingers over my belly. “Diane, please proceed with what we talked about earlier. Can you please add this contract to you list as well?” I said looking over at Margaret. “Yes ma’am, which room?” She asked “Up the hall way second door on the right.” I said turning back to Margaret fully. “That’s enough marriage talk for one day.” I said with a firm tone. I take out my phone and hear Margaret huh. I roll my eyes and text Trey about his mother being here. I get a tex