Break Me Down Marry Me Novels & Stories

He is an adult and old enough to know I only got married to him because of the betrayal. "Oh! You think you don't know me but you do. Everybody knows me and I am sure you will be so glad you got married to me if you found out about my identity," He bragged. My brows creased at his statement. I was confused even though I paid little attention to it. "I don't think there is anything we need to talk about again. I hope you will leave a broken woman like me alone and let me go. Please, pretend as if nothing happened between us. Thanks for your understanding,"

"I am so sorry if we failed, Aunt. God knows, I-I tried to be his wife despite our agreement. I set aside our agreement for the sake of our marriage, I-I thought the child would be the reason for everything to become reality. But not-" "Don't say that dear. God is just testing you in your marriage now. I am just hoping to enlighten you. Talk again with my son, a month of being a part of is enough, dear. I know you can fix it. Try, try—" I shook my head and smiled slightly. "I have made up my mind to break up this marriage with him. Please, let's not push it anymore because I don't want it anymore and I want to be free, please?" I'm begging her.

“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

My mind stopped working the moment he said those words. These four words held so much shock and disbelief. I tried to sink in his words but my mind was not working anymore. Marry? Like wedding? Our wedding? Why was he so adamant to ruin my life more than he already had? Was this his another one of the ways to break me? Or was he trying to conquer me? wasn't breaking me wasn't enough for him that he decided to break my soul and dignity too. How could I marry him? How in the hell could I ever thought of marrying him?

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!"

Even my dreams of becoming a billionaire are coming to pass. *** "Hey man, what's up?" I asked Tanner as I sat down across from him at a booth he had reserved at the bar. "Mae broke up with me. She wants to get married, but that will never be something I can do. She wants to find someone who will commit to her," Tanner said, drinking a shot and then chasing it with a beer.

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…”