Father I Don't Want This Marriage Novels & Stories

Father said so only the people who understood sign language understood what we were saying. “Father, I'm scared, I don't want to marry him,” A lone tear rolled down my eyes. Something didn't feel right; he didn't even know me, and he wasn't marrying me for politics, so exactly did he want to? “I want you to trust your Father; I promise you will be happy; just accept and leave this hell hole,” Father smiled. I tried my best to control my tears. “Get ready, tomorrow you will do all your shopping and the next day will be the biggest wedding of the century,” Justin cheered excitedly.

“You’ve been chosen to marry Nico Ravazzani, his heir. It’s a strong match, Ana. A privilege, truly.” A privilege? I stared at the man who once vowed I’d earn a college degree before ever thinking of marriage. Who told me I could choose who I’d marry. Empty promises. Every single one. “No way. I’m not marrying some stranger across the world. I don’t want a mafia husband. I’m starting school this fall.” My father’s expression turned cold, a mask I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t the face of my dad—it was the face of a ‘ndrina leader, someone capable of cruelty without flinching.

· Daddy, I want him to marry me; he must make amends. · That good-for-nothing isn't good enough for you, princess. · But he's the one I want. · Are you sure? You can find better than this one. · I'm sure, Daddy. · Do you think I'm merchandise? I'm here, for fuck's sake! No one will make me marry this liar. He stands up as he speaks. He faces my father; they are both very angry. My father replies: · That's what we'll see! My father calls his father. I didn't know he had his contact. He tells him:

P E D R O ‘Please man, can you come over to my place? I think I'm losing my damn mind.’ Roy’s tired grunt played over and over again in my head as I pulled over in his apartment. Honestly, I thought it was about my father and the sudden proposal of marrying Louisa. We hadn't heard from my father himself that he had partnered with Santos’, but we might be right since my father couldn't care less about the mother of his child. Since he could divorce his wife just for his business, I didn't think there was a thing my father could not do when it came to money and deals.

The moment I stepped through the door, I heard someone ask, "Adrian, do you regret marrying Clara?" He answered without hesitation, "I do. If I could go back in time to 10 years ago, I'd wish I'd never fallen in love with her." The pain in my chest became so unbearable that I could barely breathe. If 18-year-old Adrian had heard those words, I knew for a fact that he would've hated the man he'd become 10 years later.

his voice dripping in sarcasm. “This looks interesting,” I muttered, watching the drama they put on. Weirdly enough, I felt satisfaction wash over me as his father pointed out his flaws and shortcomings. “She isn't my wife,” he yelled, waving his hand furiously in the air. “You forced this marriage on us. I don't love her, never loved her, and will never love her. She is torn to my flesh!” he paused and stared at his father for a while before he began to speak again.

my mother repeated slowly, as if trying to process the words. “Yes,” I said firmly, even as my chest tightened. “I want this. No matter what it takes… I’m ending this marriage.” My father studied me carefully. “Natasha… you were willing to do anything just to marry that man,” he said. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” This time, there was no hesitation. “Yes, Dad.” Another silence passed between them before my father finally sighed. “If that’s what you want… then we won’t stop you.”

I jolted and instantly slapped my mouth shut, with my heart beating erratically against my chest. “I’d like to think I brought you up to be more respectful than this.” He thundered out angrily. I gulped and averted my gaze, staring down at my sandal clad feet. “You don’t talk back to me, or question my decision. Ever. Is that understood?” He demanded. The vein on his forehead was fluttering when I glanced up at him. I swallowed emptily and shifted my weight around as I nodded my head robotically. “Yes, Dad.” “Good. You’re getting married to the mafia Don and that’s final.” He added almost immediately after that, and once again, I felt my heart sink all the way to my stomach.

Father looked at me intently for several seconds after Fred was out. "So? You're not gonna say anything?" I broke the silence with impatience. "What do you think you're doing?" Father asked me. "What are you thinking bringing a man to my place to get married to?" "Because that's what I want and you said I should let you know before I make any decisions," I said with a shrug, seeing no big deal with it. "I love him and I want to get married to him." "What nonsense are you speaking?" Father shot at me. "You are not getting married to him."

His voice is strict. “Pardon my language father. I caught my fiancé having sex with his secretary at his apartment,” I reply in a sarcastic tone as I roll my eyes. “Mi hija, what you're searching for no longer exists.” There's a stillness in his voice now. You would think I really do matter to him. “I no longer want to have a wedding with him and nothing is changing that,” I respond. “You’re going to ruin my business with his father. This marriage was supposed to bring us closer. With his men and my men, I'll be unstoppable in this city.”