Trapped Loveless Marriage Novels & Stories

"Because I loved him first, I allowed myself to be tortured." "Now your love is still with him?" Citra is silent. The expression on her face was thoughtful. "If you still love him, why are you still playing with my heart?" "I'm not playing you." objected Citra. "If you don't love him anymore, why won't you marry me?" Citra is silent again. See? She couldn't answer it. Indeed she still loves her ex, who often tortures her until Citra's psychological was damaged. "It's not that easy, Ishan."

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the man asked in a depressed voice. "The truth that made me realize." Max's eyebrows automatically deepened. “That I only use your body?” he wondered, tilting his head. "That you never love me," Gabriella's correction made the husband speechless. “Marriage without love will not last long. I'm aware of that." An incredulous sigh escaped from the man's mouth. He never expected that Minnie's words could be so precise. Apparently, it was love that Gabriella had a problem with. "Would you believe me if I confess my feeling to you now?" Max asked in a low voice.

she said softly, “but this isn’t just about me anymore.” Elena exhaled sharply. “I hate this. I hate that he’s forcing your hand.” Isla did too. But hate didn’t change the reality of her situation. --- That night, she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, exhaustion gripping her bones. The air in her tiny apartment felt suffocating, the walls closing in on her with the weight of everything she was about to lose. Was this really her fate? To be trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who only saw her as a liability to manage?

She was given special permission to marry with a judge's guardian, who is now preparing for a moment she will never forget in her lifetime. She's been married. Felt the same tension before. Sometimes even stole lyrics from the man who used to be her husband. Young, handsome, successful, and seemed to adore her. Seira hoped their marriage would last a lifetime. Always happy and never knowing the test called heartache due to a third party. They could rebuild the economy with diligence. Parental blessings could be obtained over time. For this one, Seira felt that everyone present approved. At that time, her parents were still around. Smiles always appeared on their faces. Seira could observe th

Lusy panicked again, as her daughter was now pregnant out of wedlock and without a husband. Cheryl lowered her head, unable to respond to Lusy’s words. Joya was also confused, looking at Lusy and Cheryl’s stepfather, who both appeared lost. Then Joya’s gaze fell on Langit. Perhaps Langit was the only hope to get Cheryl out of this situation. Joya loved both of her children and could not bear to see either of them suffer. “El, would you be willing to marry Cheryl?” Joya’s words clearly stunned everyone, especially Langit and Cheryl. Both of them stared at Joya, who was now looking directly at Langit.

“Look closely. This is the woman Adrain truly loves. Linda. She’s not only beautiful, but she’s also a princess. Everyone adores her. Tell me, Helen, how long do you think my marriage to Adrain l was ever going to last?” Helen’s face turned ghostly pale. Her lips trembled, and she collapsed helplessly onto the couch. Her carefully painted nails dug into the cushions as she whispered, “No… what should I do? I can’t live in poverty again. I can’t go back…” Her voice cracked, filled with raw desperation, but I had no sympathy left for her. I had carried her burdens long enough. I had been her puppet, her scapegoat, her silent sacrifice. Not anymore.

Since five years ago when she signed the marriage contract to save her family. She thought with time, with the love she gave to Junior, with being a good wife—maybe Daniel would change. Maybe he would see Alina as something more than an obligation. But she was wrong. Daniel would never change. And Alina? She was trapped. For the next five years. Or maybe longer. Trapped with a man she loved but who would never love her back. Trapped in a marriage that was a prison with bars made of legal documents and financial threats. Trapped with the fact that the only person she cared about in this world—Junior—could be taken from her at any time if she didn't obey.

“Lorenzo has sacrificed so much for you! You should be ashamed of yourself.” “Ashamed?” I replied incredulously. “I’m ashamed of how he’s treated me! This isn’t love; it’s betrayal.” She scoffed at my words, her face contorting in anger. “You think you’re better than him? You think you can just walk away from your marriage because you’re feeling sorry for yourself?” “I’m not walking away lightly,” I said firmly, trying to hold my ground despite her intimidation. “This is about my happiness too.” “Your happiness?” she laughed harshly. “What about Lorenzo’s? He deserves better than a wife who can’t appreciate what he does for her!”

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.