Trapped Loveless Marriage Novels & Stories

He took a deep breath and stood up walking towards me “I’m sorry. Believe me I really am. I love you very much. And I’ll do anything humanly possible to protect you. To make you happy. And make you comfortable…” “But I’m not happy! I’m not! I feel entrapped. I don’t know what else to do with my life” I could feel a tear trickle down my cheek as I spoke. “This is not the life I wanted for myself. I feel like my life has been cut short and I’m trapped. This is not how I wanted my marriage to go. I didn’t plan on getting married to a man I barely know and I sure as hell didn’t plan on marrying a man that will bring another woman home on our wedding night and have sex with her!”

"It's not even a real wedding!" "Now me I'll do the best I can!" Grief leaked out for a moment with the truth of her desperate state. This would never be a real marriage, and something that would be ruined forever once Eric slid the ring onto her finger. She always dreamed of eternal love, a romantic relationship and lots of children. Instead, she received cold coins and a husband, who politely accepted her. She would be cursed if her sacrifice failed because he was incapable of feigning affection for her parents. She stood on tiptoe and grabbed his biceps. Her nails dug deep into the fabric and dug into his flesh. "You better fix it," she hissed.

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 "

I furrowed my gaze at her. She drew back a little. "I'm sorry, ma. I went for an urgent help in the lighting department. Sorry, I didn't come just in time." She said, "You can't be serious right now. How dare you do that? I told you to wait for me, yet you disobeyed and went another, coming here to tell a story." Loveth is a newly employed employee. I took her in after seeing the state she was in then. Although she came begging me for an assistant, I refused and demanded that she work for her money instead.

"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 trapped in a loveless marriage

the man said. "I'm married, and I have a son, I love my wife, so I think you shouldn't do anything that will harm you later, Mr. Lionel, I hate being trapped, and being considered like a man who's willing to be offered a beautiful woman!" Lucas said, his voice starting to rise, his face already looking dark.

I shook my head. "Of course she haven't, but I will also not give up on convincing her that this is what I want and I want also to have her own life. She hasn't even had a boyfriend since my parents died in that car accident. I don't want to be a burden anymore." She made a forced smile and eat another lettuce. "Jesus, I won't be surprised if you'll become a goat because of the kind of food you're eating. She rolled her eyes and made a "Meh" sound. We both burst out laughing.

I enquired further. He paused for a moment before responding. "Sometimes you have to make a few sacrifices for the greater good," he explained simply. "I did what I could for the family." "At the cost of your love and happiness?" I pressed on. "My dear child, things were different back then. I was brought up in a different generation. My happiness lay in upholding the family's honour and protecting the business… My wife was brought up in the same way with similar values. When we got married, she was unhappy initially, and so was I. But we grew to respect, honour and love each other. We may have never spoken the word out loud. But I am sure it was love. I used to be worried sick when she fell

The words flow like water that has been held back for too long. "My first marriage started with a contract. Every day, I was trapped in the same house with someone who was supposed to love me, but instead hurt me. I couldn't leave because I was bound legally, socially, financially. I had nowhere to go. I had no money. I had no one. Marriage taught me that love is a prison, and I don't want to enter another prison," I say. Leon listens quietly. His hand is still holding mine, warm, but I can feel the tension in his fingers.

“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.