Trapped Loveless Marriage Novels & Stories

She's begging me with all her might as if she believes she can still sway my mind as she once did. "I'll never have the chance to plan my wedding again," she says, her voice breaking. "I'll never get a second dress or a second day. I just want something to remember, a small sliver of happiness in this loveless marriage." "Loveless?" I asked a hint of disbelief in my voice. I immediately regretted my lack of caution, knowing it could be used against me later. Attempting to do damage control, I added, "Love only leads to being burnt; I should know; you're the only one to betray me and still live."

“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.

Her mother would never force her only daughter into something she didn't want. The wedding news pulled Livia back into her own memories-her forced marriage to the young master she hadn't even known. Forget about being loved, she'd thought at the time-being treated decently as a woman would have been enough. Her parents had handed her over without a second thought. 'I just hope Lisa finds happiness in her marriage, from beginning to end,' she prayed silently. She didn't want Lisa to suffer through the same bitterness she had with Damian. "Liv!" "Ahhh! Why did you bite me?!" she yelped, smacking his back out of reflex. She'd been so lost in thought she hadn't even heard him call her name.

she says softly. Her words hit like a jolt. “There’s no love between us,” I snap, brushing away tears. “I just met him… two days ago. Our marriages are just papers.” His words echo in my mind. Not painful alone—it’s the thought that stings: I’m trapped in a loveless marriage, a pawn in a deal I never chose. “If he doesn’t care about this marriage… he could have married that woman and left me free,” I mutter, words catching in my throat.

guessed Athen. The handsome, sharp-nosed young man nodded and then took a long breath. It was tiring having nightmares and getting pieces of riddles that he didn't know the answers to. "What did you dream this time?" asked his mother, taking over the seat next to him. "A girl crying in the corner of the room with sad cries," Damaresh replied, looking straight ahead. Looking at the beautiful flow of the river was quite soothing. Silence. Both were busy with their thoughts. Damaresh was busy thinking about the puzzle pieces in his dream, while Athena was busy thinking about how long this shadow would stay in her family's life. The past events traumatized her enough that she didn't want to repe

I clear my throat, “I'm…I'm sorry okay? There's no excuse whatsoever for what happened the..the other night but please..” “But you're already trying to come up with an excuse, true or no?” “Dex…” He sighs, “for years I have endured your hate, your bitter comments, your…your sarcasm, I have stayed…I never left. We both weren't so excited to be married but voila we're here and I still stayed. But Matteo? The first opportunity he got, he left without turning back, I stayed!” his eyes glistening with tears, “we got married, we work together, you push me aside at every opponent you get, but I still stayed Lorraine…” a tear falls from his eyes but he wipes it away, “…I told you I loved you, becaus

The Story Begins… There was a time in the past when werewolves and witches had interceptions among each other in the same land. However, a mutual hatred had emerged from a different angle of the world as to who was the greatest. This caused a huge unsettlement yet it was not so in San Antonio, they interrelated but they did not interbreed, as it was seen as an abomination. Queen Lorelai held a candle in his hand and walked to her secret room while chanting some words. When she got there, she lightened up a mini fire which she fueled with a chicken's intestine.

Her fate lies in the vow taken with her lover. Can their love surpass the oppression faced by the family? Will their vow stick them together or be their doom? “Love is the most effective cure. In the crevices of disasters, happiness lies like a diamond in a mind, so let's instill in ourselves the wisdom of love. " “Let's, let's stay together.” The sky, mid-afternoon, is a beautiful canvas graced with sky blues and pure milky whites. The blue in the depths beyond and the smooth, rounded, sugar and sweet sun blaze up the sky so bright and creative.

"Don't try to tell me what to do. I think it's better for us to separate, Sofia. I don't want my good name tarnished by marrying a prostitute like you. Let's divorce, Sofia.” Nicholas turned to leave, looking very disappointed in me. Just a few days ago he had begun to be kind to me like a husband, and now our marriage was in danger of dissolving. I was contractually married to him, but Nicholas never knew that I truly loved him with all my heart. Behind his arrogant demeanor, he cared deeply for me and was so protective when I was with him. I had hoped that he would love me in our marriage. But it all fell apart because of slander from people who didn't like me. Inevitably, I can only accep

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.