Novel & Cerita Father I Don't Want This Marriage

My father flatly stated. Victors slowly looked towards me before a wry smile formed. "I guess we will be married forever than." He wryly stated. I blankly stared at him as I tried to figure out how I could get rid of him. He didn't want to be with me. The countless rumors of his infidelity told me as much. He could get a job away from my fathers company and leave me but instead he wanted to live a luxurious life while using my name.

I said frustrated “Even for your dying father?” He said nothing at the end “ Father… Can you stop using your health as a bait for me to yield?” I demanded “ I do not want to marry anyone and besides I don’t need another loveless marriage.” “ You loved her, that’s why you are still beating yourself up for what happened.” Father said “ Call Dmitri in two hours, we are going to the Grecos, there is no need to delay this alliance, no more engagement party—“

I expect my father to send me away and tell me to come back later, but he merely glances at me. “Cole Icardi should know what’s best for him,” my father says. “Offer him my daughter. It’s the best he can get. If he refuses, I’ll mow him down, and not even an alliance with the Di Domenico will save him.” My chest tightens. “You’re going to marry this time,” my father says to me, waving his finger at me. “If you fuck it up, you’re dead. Do you hear me?” I bob my head, even though all I want to do is scream. How am I going to marry someone when I’m pregnant with another man’s child?

He whispered to Tonia who was breathing heavily in his grip. "I never wanted kids, my parents are the one asking for that and you know I give no fucks about what they want! I don't care if they need grandkids, they're not my priority, you are. I love you and I'm not requiring you to make kids for me, ever. So, I'm not marrying her because she fills that post..." "I'm only doing this to protect us,, and moreover it's only for two years, okay?" He said softly, caressing her hair.

tell me why you want to marry my daughter it's for money. me:- she was my very good girlfriend and I want to marry her because I love her and understand her father:- love is not the reason to get married if you don't have 100 million dollars then I reject you amelia:- how I can marry someone who is a stranger father:- tell me how can you marriage someone who is that useless, begger,greedy,worthless and piece of shit. I reject him already and I am your father don't talk back. I didn't give you this kind of sacrament. and you now get out from my office

When she dragged me to the staircase, I heard Nancy say with a sob, “Dad, I don’t want to marry into that family! They can’t even afford servants these days. I’ll die over there!” “Nancy, don’t you worry.” George’s voice was sickeningly gentle. “I won’t let you suffer,” he said.

Julian lied, leaning forward, his eyes bright with false, desperate hope. “We can still fix this, Evie. My father... he’s an old man. He’s cold, he's ruthless, he doesn't know how to feel anything. He’s using you to get to your family’s shipping lanes. Come away with me today. We can fly to London, or we can file a motion to declare the marriage invalid on grounds of corporate coercion. My dad's lawyers can find a loophole. Just tell the press he forced you.” Evelyn leaned forward, mirroring his posture until her face was only inches from his across the table. The scent of her expensive jasmine perfume–a scent he had never bought her–filled his senses.

"Please, get married." I freeze, my eyes widening in disbelief. How can he ask such a thing? Abigail and I are not in a relationship, and the notion of marriage feels sudden and overwhelming. My voice trembles as I respond, "Dad, how's that possible? We're not together. We can't just—" But my father's gaze remains steadfast, his determination unwavering. He interrupts me, opposing my protestations and forcefully insisting that we should marry. His desire is clear—he sees Abigail as the perfect choice to become his daughter-in-law.

I don't want to see anyone right now. "We have to discuss your marriage" My father snapped. "You can't expect me to marry someone I don't even know! to get married just like that, to get married just like that? out of the blue?" I snapped right back anger coating my voice. "Yes, you will Dolores, and at the night of your wedding you will spread your legs and carry out your duty!" He deadpan. His eyes filled with rage. I glared at him. How can he be like this? why is he like this? "Why does it have to be me? I'm sure someone else would be more than happy to take my pla-"