Break Me Down Marry Me Novels & Stories

“Lucas Knight, I fell in love with you the first time I laid my eyes on you when we were kids. I have loved you deeply ever since then and I have always dreamed of a life with you. Getting a job as a maid in this mansion was a sign of encouragement from the heavens and I took the chance to create memories of you both mentally and physically. I know you think I am a freak, stalker, psycho, and that I am obsessed with you. Yes, all of those things are true, I love you so much that it has driven me to insanity. I promise to stop all my obsessive acts at this moment since it makes you uncomfortable and almost made me lose you. I will try my best not to do anything you are not comfortable with an

BRYER’s POV. I angrily smash the vase on the ground and watch it shatter into a million pieces. As if that is not enough, I grab the other porcelain vase and smash it again. How can Malachi do this? How can he get married to her and that too, everyone has been talking about it. Every news house, every blog, every newspaper, everyone on the internet has been talking about Malachi Bromte’s mystery wedding. It should have been me, I should have been the one standing beside him and not that good for nothing bitch.

Chapter 177 Ellie I don't think I'm ever going to get married . I don't want to believe what happened just really happened. I woke up this morning next to the person I thought who's going to be my happy ever after. Just yesterday I was a happy person I had everything I ever wanted. My boyfriend who I thought was going to be my husband was under one roof with me and our son. It's too bad that on the day he said that he loved me and he wanted to be with me for keeps , he goes and breaks my heart.

I assured him. ‘’Finally we are talking face to face with no Frank and no Millie to glare at us.’’ He lay down in my bed, resting his arm under his head. ‘’Yeah, that is crazy.’’ I seemed to be at a loss for words. ‘’They both will make a perfect couple, you know?’’ he said, laughing at his own joke. ‘’What about Markeel? I heard he is pretty upset about his breakup with her.’’ I questioned,

"That is not—" "Then I guess," I said, "there is no point in waiting for a marriage that is never coming." He stared at me. "What does that mean?" I looked at him. At the face I knew completely. At the man who was a wonderful father and a frustrating partner and someone I had loved in the complicated, imperfect, exhausting way that real love always is. "I'm breaking up with you, Marcus," I said. The hallway went absolutely still. "You can't do that," he said. His voice tone had changed. It became lower. Something in it that was no longer controlled frustration but something rawer underneath.

His expression stays calm as if he is delivering a business decision rather than destroying our life together. “I fell out of love with you a long time ago, Poppy. I am tired of this marriage. Tired of pretending every day.” His gaze finally meets mine. It was cold and detached. “Tonight, in front of everyone who witnessed our mate bond six years ago, I reject you. I break the bond properly.”

"Please don’t marry him because it’s easier. Don’t marry him because I hurt you. Marry him if you love him. Really love him." The rain pounded like war drums on the roof. The windhowled. And I… I broke. I turned and threw myself into his arms, the sob ripping out of me like a secret I’d buried too deep for too long.

One moment, she was still in his office, and the next, they were in his car, driving to get their marriage certificate. She broke out of her stupor when the truth settled in on her. “Niklaus, don't you think we're rushing a little? Let's slow down, shall we? It's not too late to register our marriage a few days later.” Niklaus gave her a quick look before returning his attention to the road. “It's already too late, Elle. If it were within my abilities, I'd have married you the day I confessed my feelings to you.” Brielle didn't doubt his words. On the day he confessed, Niklaus really looked like he'd kidnap her and bring her to his side. She had never found him so intimidating before. The ma

A good sign I think. I heard footsteps come near the balcony. I knew it was Marcus. Without turning around I continued watching out in the open. "I'm glad you could make it," I said after a while. He took a few steps towards me without saying anything. "You'd be wondering why I called you here? Well, it has to do something to what you said yesterday. I've been thinking about it." I touched the pendant. The only thing that was giving me some comfort right now. And strange enough I was feeling warm and comfortable in Marcus's company today, "I think we should break up." I close my eyes and force my words out, " I can't do this to you Marcus. Especially when I know what I'm doing to you is not

"I don't mind; I'll let myself be your emotional punching bag. I'm ready!" "It's not just emotion, Seb. You married a broken woman, a woman with a messed up and chaotic mind, so it's not just emotions that will come out but all my dark sides. I'm sorry... I'm sorry you married a woman like me. I'm sorry you got trapped in all this mess. I'm sorry..."