Novel & Cerita Break Me Down Marry Me

“They won’t believe me even if I try to explain. It’s a known fact that I’ve been spending the past few months with you. Can you please stop being angry? My parents are actually quite fond of you. Truth be told, I do think you’re a good person. Let’s get married. We can discuss the conditions. As long as there’s a house and a car, we can discuss everything else.” Brian frowned. “Do you not get it? I won’t marry you, and I don’t want to marry you. Isn’t breakups normal? What? Must all relationships end in marriages? Is there no such thing as a breakup? Initially, I had already intended to marry you, but you’ve gone and screw it up. This is it. I have nothing left to say to you. Don’t look for

Now with a tone that brings determination with no hint of regret. The tears roll down my cheeks as I remind myself of what exactly is happening. My fiancee want to break up when our wedding is tomorrow! Who does that on the wedding eve? I grabbed onto him. "You can't do this, Mike. Tomorrow is our wedding day! We are getting married tomorrow, you can't just break up with me now!"

Boom! I got the greatest shock of my life how possibly am I going to marry someone I don't even love a bit. " What? what did you say?" I asked with my voice breaking . " I said marry me Bryan, I don't need your money and villa they aren't worth what I gave you" " See Mariel I don't think it's gonna work between us..." she cuts in " I don't want to hear those shits you haven't tried calling for me that's why it's hard for you" she stroke my hair softly.

The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse. “C-Celine—” Adrian stammered, shoving Marielle off as though it made a difference. “How long?” My voice was a whisper, fragile and sharp all at once. “Wait, let me explain,” he begged, his hand reaching toward me. Marielle smirked faintly, her dress slipping from her shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t marry a man you can’t keep, sister.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “Explain? No. You already have.” My trembling fingers tugged off the engagement ring. The diamond that once blinded me now mocked me

“I swore if I ever got the chance again, I wouldn’t miss it.” The plane broke through the clouds, and golden sunlight poured in through the windows, bathing us in a warm glow. Looking into Jasper’s deep, steady eyes, I felt for the first time that marriage could feel like something worth dreaming about.

Making me look straight into his cold eyes. “I didn't marry your mother because I liked her. I married her because, unfortunately, she was my mate and I knew I would benefit a lot from her family if I married her. Marriage is not about love or whatever your little head tells you. Marriage is about what you would benefit from it.” he spat out, forcefully let go of my chin and I staggered backward. Stunned by his cold, heartless words. “You…”

I said, though my voice sounded weak, even to myself. “Am I?” she mocked. “Maybe you should ask him yourself. Oh wait—you can’t. Because you’re no longer his wife. You’re just… his past.” Tears burned behind my eyes, but I bit down hard on my lip, refusing to let her hear me cry. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I hung up on her. The line went dead. Silence rushed in, heavy and suffocating. My heart broke all over again. How could he? After everything… after I had loved him so much.

That infuriated her so much that she went off on a bout of swearing before saying she wouldn't bother with me ever again. Now, it looked like everything Winona had said was true. "I don't want to marry you anymore. Kiara Sommer, I don't love you anymore. I just want to go home…" My expression was stony as I ripped my wrist from her grasp. A tinge of violent malice flashed in Kiara's eyes when she heard that. "This is your home. Where else are you going? Who are you going to marry if not me?" "Kia, since he's discovered the truth, let's not wait till tomorrow," Cain stated lowly.

The message read: "Sarah, what's our son doing now?" I froze, briefly wondering if I had sent it and her phone was just slow to receive it. But the unfamiliar profile picture, contact name, and screen full of intimate chats shattered that foolish hope. Sarah and I met at university. After five years of dating, we married soon after graduation. I was an orphan, but Sarah said she didn't care about my background or wealth, marrying me despite her family's objections. Feeling indebted, I vowed to work hard and give her a better life.

The interview went on for about thirty minutes with a few breaks for commercials before Alice said, “Now, Bree, tell us about your most popular song. Anyone who listens to radio stations like ours that play up and coming singers will recognize it. It’s called ‘Meant to Marry Me.’ What was your inspiration for such a beautiful, heartbreaking song? You’re not old enough to be thinking about getting married, are you?” Bree laughed, though Alice had asked a question that pained her to think about. “I’m old enough to get married now, but when I wrote it, I probably wasn’t really. I wasn’t ready to anyway. It isn’t really about getting married, though, obviously. If you listen to the lyrics, you’l