Forced Marriage

“My prince.” At first, Reina flinched at the sharp sound, but then, glancing back with raised eyebrows and tightly pursed lips, she immediately curtsied. As always, she looked off to the side with a detached expression, waiting for the taunts to end. Konstantin, pushing off the wall in a half-unbuttoned shirt and dark trousers tucked into high boots, took a couple of leisurely steps toward Reina, then bit his lower lip and arched his eyebrows. “And where have you been so late?” His curls didn’t strike Reina as charming, and his broad chin didn’t speak of masculinity; it only marred his already meager good looks. Besides, the prince was, by Reina’s standards, too tall, and so her neck often ached when they talked for a long time. “From your father, my prince.” Translated with DeepL.com

My father did not hand me to the enemy—he gave me an invisible dagger. Vard, the Night King, forged from eternal frost, brought me to his Citadel as a peace pledge. To him, I am just an obedient noblewoman with unusual eyes. He doesn’t know that the Source’s magic runs in my veins, powerful enough to turn his shadows to ash. My mission is clear: find his weakness and let assassins strike. Each icy touch from Vard awakens a force I’ve tried to suppress for years. My Light betrays me, drawn to his darkness with a hunger I can’t control. My duty crumbles beneath a growing, dangerous desire. Can I kill the man who mirrors my hidden soul, or will I be consumed by my own betrayal?

He did not intend to marry. She did not want to be a prize. Alana is the eldest daughter of a Laird, raised as an heiress. She dreamed of a marriage for love, but her father decided otherwise: he announced a competition where the winner would receive her hand — and the clan. Iain is the Laird’s younger brother, used to being in the shadows. He never sought power, but fate offers a chance he cannot escape: his brother signs the consent in his place. Four warriors. One girl. And a heart that has not yet made its choice. Will they have the strength to defy duty, intrigue, and their own fear?

They married me off to seal a royal alliance. I’m a southern princess. He’s the heir of the North—a land of frost, harsh customs, and eyes colder than winter. My new home is no palace. It’s a trap. Every step I take is bound by rules I don’t understand—and don’t dare break. My fiancé’s smile hides too much. Someone keeps trying to kill me. Over and over again. I must survive. I must obey. But I’m learning to breathe in the icy air. And my heart… it beats not for the man I was promised to, But for the one meant only to guard me. They call it an engagement. To me, it’s survival.

To save her brother from a deadly debt and clear her father’s name, Elara is given as a “peace offering” to Dante Vane in a five-year marriage of convenience. Dante doesn’t want her for love; he wants her to destroy her father from within. But in the Vane mansion, secrets are dead-end corridors, and what begins as a public execution of Elara’s dignity turns into a game of seduction where the first to fall in love loses their head.

Does everyone call Alexandra Moore a bitch? It doesn't matter, especially if it's true! I see the goal - I see no obstacles? This has long been her motto. Does life push you to go over people's heads? It's a common thing. But even such people want love. But you can't be nice by force. Or will you? This is the question that Nicholas Weng and his charming chosen one have to solve.

I’m being forced to marry a high dragon lord. But… three of his former brides are dead, and five others broke off the engagement before it reached the altar. Could it get any worse? Oh, it could. Because I’ve started to remember a past life—one where I’d already been here. With him. Back then, he loved me. And still… he killed me. Now, if I want to survive, I must uncover the truth. And whatever happens, I can’t let my groom find out who I really am— The same woman who once died in this castle… by his hand.

When a faery gets married, she’s given a magical potions — to love until her final breath. They call it love. But in truth, it’s a curse. I drank mine before the wedding to the prince. I smiled. Believed I was happy. And then I learned about his human lover — and understood: he is my pain, and I am his chain. This kingdom runs on potions. For thousands of years, not a single one has escaped. But I don’t want to love someone who holds me in contempt! They say, if one breaks the potions — all will be free. And perhaps, from the ruins of this fairytale, something real will be born.

The morning for Oster—the Emperor’s younger brother—was already off to a rough start. But an unexpected find in the garden managed to surprise even the Chief of the Secret Chancellery, a man who thought he had seen it all. A scruffy dragon tied to a tree with a note reading, "This is your son, Karion," does nothing to improve his mood. Who is this young dragon, really? A relative? Or a well-trained plant? And do the two necessarily exclude each other? What comes next? The Emperor does not forgive mistakes like illegitimate children. To make matters worse, a mysterious girl haunts the youth’s mind. Her inexplicable influence over him leads to significant and utterly unforeseen consequences.

She’s wild, headstrong, and refuses to be tamed — until they try to force her into marriage. He’s powerful, arrogant, and used to getting his way. She’s determined to escape the unwanted match and marry the man she truly loves. But he doesn’t tolerate defiance… and her stubbornness only fuels his desire to conquer her heart.

I always wanted him. That’s the most pathetic part of all. I wanted him when I was nothing more than the little sister of his best executioner, when he didn’t even know my name. I loved him in silence, with that foolish tenderness only naive girls are capable of. And I made the mistake of telling him. I handed him my heart, expecting… I don’t know what. Mockery? That would have been mercy. Instead, I listened to every poisonous word as he explained to Zamira, right in front of me, why someone like me—weak, sentimental, insignificant, and plain—would never, under any circumstance, be to his liking. I wanted to hate him. But my heart turned traitor, refusing to forget him. So I did the only thing someone who doesn’t know how to be cruel can do: I walked away.

She is convinced that he took advantage of her to get revenge on her brother. He believes that her virginity came to him by accident. And now each accuses the other of betrayal. Max Zverev and Lisa Rozovskaya... #unexpected_meeting #complicated_relationship #meeting_after_years #forced_marriage #shared_child “I know you,” the boy suddenly says, and I abruptly slow down halfway to my car. "Interesting... You know what? From where?“ I ask in surprise, turning around instantly. The boy looks at me without blinking, without a shadow of a doubt: ”My mom has your photo. She takes it out when she thinks I can't see... and cries. I think you're my dad..."

I was married off to a scoundrel and a villain! —or so you’d think, listening to my maid’s endless chatter. But there’s one little problem: if Alistair finds out he married the wrong bride, I’m doomed. The body may still belong to Milena… But the soul—and the life inside it—are mine. Now I have to survive this twisted gift of fate, hide the truth, and somehow find my way back home. But how can I escape… when just one look from my husband sends my heart into a frenzy?

She becomes a stranger’s bride to escape danger; he wants nothing more than to be rid of her. But she can’t let him go—not when his protection is the only thing keeping her safe. Hoping to hide behind the walls of his estate, she soon realizes there’s no hiding from the piercing gaze of his green eyes—or from the love slowly igniting in her heart.

What will the fearsome gentleman do when he learns that he was deceived and was not given the woman he was promised in the first place?

Marry against my own will? Or perhaps run away and hide, fearing that my father will find me and punish me for disobedience and for causing him to lose part of his business? Or maybe arrange things so that the groom himself wants to call it off? So many options, and yet nothing to choose from. But I know one thing: I won’t give up so easily and will definitely find a way out of this difficult situation.

- Why do you need me? You had an agreement for Khrystyna. Why test me too? - I like to cover my bases, - he slides an intrigued gaze over me. – And as you can see, not without reason. Your sister didn’t suit me; she’s ready to spread her legs for the first guy who buys her a cocktail. So, you will be my wife. - I don’t want to. I didn’t agree to this. Let me go. - Little girl, don’t you get it? There’s no going back. Consider yourself sold by your uncle. And you cost me a lot, considering how much money he borrowed from me. So, you’d better be good and worth that amount. - You’re insane. This is kidnapping. It’s illegal. - Don’t you know? In this city, I am the law, - he snaps at me, and I freeze. – So, sit quietly.

"You want to marry me off to the one who got me into this mess?" I say, unable to believe what I'm hearing. "Don't exaggerate," Mom brushes off my words. "I would've sent you to this college anyway. I didn’t have time for you." "I can’t stand him." "You were just kids back then. I’m sure you’ll find common ground now." "No. I’m not marrying him," I say firmly, trying to stand up for myself. "Nobody’s asking you," her face darkens, and all lightness vanishes from her voice. "It’s already been decided and discussed. The date’s even set. So be a good girl and do what I tell you."

Their first kiss was unforgettable. New Year’s Eve, a masquerade ball, a quiet corridor—and complete anonymity. At least, Prince Derek, brother to the King of Zolkhida, couldn’t see the face behind the temptress’s mask. Can he find her again, and what will he risk to do so? In the kingdom where the mysterious girl likely comes from, rebellion, unrest, and court intrigues are brewing—but none of that matters to him. There’s only one question that haunts him: which of the two princesses is his mystery woman? A standalone novel from the Marrying a Zolkhidian series. Can be read independently!

— What do you want? — I ask. He tilted his head to the side, and his gaze slid over my body, sending goosebumps skittering across my skin. — I want a lot of things. But you will be enough, — he answered in a low timbre that stirred a storm inside me. — Let me go. I’m not a thing… — You’re right. No thing costs as much as you do. I held my breath when the tips of his fingers brushed a dark strand of my hair. — You’d better behave, stay quiet and obedient… — No, — I shook my head. — I won’t… In a split second his hand was at the back of my head, forcing it back. I let out a sound more from fear than from pain, and went still when the man’s face came dangerously close. — Starting today, you don’t have the right to speak. You’ll do everything I tell you. You’ll be who I tell you to be