Mariage Forcé Novels & Stories

A thought struck his mind, "Doesn't she have a dad?" Nevertheless, he stood with an expressionless face. He didn't agree to this Marriage. It's forced upon him. So the one he is marrying is nothing but a FORCED BRIDE to him. "Take care of my daughter, son. She is my only family." Xavier was dragged out of his thoughts when he heard a elderly woman's voice. The woman looked at his mother's age. Xavier deemed her as his forced bride's mother.

It was his room when it was supposed to be their's. Standing outside the door, Sara wondered what it would have been like if she truly got married. Married to a man who cared about her - about Sara. Only Sara... Not the money that came with her. But, fate had something else in store for her. Even if she dreamed sometimes about a life where she was loved by everyone, she knew it was never possible. Even if she would have gotten married with her own choice, she was going to marry someone who was Powerful so she could use his power to climb the succession ladder.

Charisa raised her head, and their gazes met. “I want a real marriage, there is nothing to cover up, and you may not have another relationship with any male out there. I want your loyalty as my wife." Charisa swallowed her saliva, she was even seventeen years old, what kind of loyalty that mature man wanted, and might she not think about her difficult home work when night fell? Did he mean it? “And lastly, everything I say, my orders, my prohibitions are absolute, Charisa Zwetta Davis!! There are not negotiable!" Closed the men, and he threw intimidated glance on Charisa.

She was on the verge of crying. " Ok, so now you know that it was me. But nobody bothered to tell me anything. Listen I don't want to get married like this. Please tell your parents that you don't like me. " I told her in an angry tone. " I c-can't d..do that. My d-dad would never l-listen to me. I can't... " She was stammering. " What do you mean you can't?? You have to. We would never be happy. I am not happy about the fact that I am forced into this marriage. Let me assure you, if I am not happy, I will not let you be happy. " I blurted.

His entire family sickened Kendall, his mother was a whore, his father a thug and he seemed to take after the both of them. Once seated the festivities began, dancing, drinking, eating. Nobody cared that this was a forced marriage. She watched her husband as he nursed a scotch. To her horror the emcee announced the bride and groom dance, great that's all she wanted. Blake stood up and playing the gentleman escorted her to the dance floor. The lights dimmed and they started their dance. Kendall kept her distance in the dance. Blake cursed under his breath before he pulled her in so their bodies touched. "Smile it's your wedding day." Kendall kept her back straight, hating the way he thought t

"She wants it on Sunday, but since she cannot get out from here, I just call my judge friend to come over." "Uncle, let's not do the wedding," I whispered. "I don't want to do it as well as Mara. She doesn't want it. She'll hate me more for forcing her to marry me against her will." "I didn't force her. She's the one who told me she agreed." "But... But she was so mad earlier, and she's just doing this because she felt obliged." I wanted to tell Uncle, but I didn't voice it out.

Marian looked down on her bag and still listened to her father and mother quarreling about the arranged marriage. Marian clasped the bag tightly on her lap as her father shrieked back. "You just have to do what your parents did to you to marry me?! That is what we were, Marina, back then! We are married by force, right?!" Marion shrieked back which made Marina got puzzled by his words. He was so in a rage that he didn't notice that thing came out of his mouth. Marian clenched her grip from her bag more tightly and didn't expect that she will be hearing those words coming out from his father.

Inessa shut her up, clearly did not want to hear that thing at any cost. " I'll rather prefer to be a maid here willingly than to be something else forcefully , " Mirana exhaled a heavy sigh hearing those words of Inessa. "And for me, there's no existence of this marriage, " "But you can't deny the fact that now you're married to him. You both are husband and wife legally and... " "By force, Mi. I was forced to marry him, " Inessa cutted her words and got slightly angry. "And for me, a forced thing has no existence even if it's marriage, love or hate between two people, "

Perhaps my own damn fault. So why did I marry this pint-sized catastrophe? Because I had no choice. After Elle, my father betrothed me to Marieh. Our fathers’ “legacy ties,” “family alliance”—call it what you will. A gilded prison. Unless she leaves of her own accord, I’m shackled for life. She’s the one who manipulated her father into pressuring mine into forcing me down the aisle far too young. But she’s not stupid. She’s learned her place beneath my feet.

"That controlling, manipulative, selfish…" She stopped herself, pressing a hand to her forehead, her breath uneven. "I can’t believe this," she muttered. "Four months ago, he forced me into a marriage with you. Forced. And now that things didn’t go according to his plan, now that Vanessa kidnapped me and almost killed me, he thinks the solution is another forced marriage?" Her voice rose with every word, her hands clenched into fists.