Novel & Cerita Father I Don't Want This Marriage

At first I didn’t know that he was your father , but I got to know him anyway , and you know what since the day that I have known this man , I have become more happier than I ever was even after all those years that we have spent together . I made my decision to marry him ahd that is my choice , I don’t care what anyone has got to say or what anyone thinks about me , that has got nothing to do with me and I do not care what even you think . I don’t care if my own parents would turn their back at me , I had seen worse already and I don’t think that there’s nothing anyone would do that will ever make me break again . Your father makes me so happy and you see it from the way I glow and how happ

my father said. I stood up angrily from my chair, the chair fell backwards due to the force. "No, I will never accept to this" I told my father. "It is not a negotiation " my father said. "I don't care, I won't marry him" my voice became a little louder. "I am afraid you have no choice " my father said. "I said no, you want me to marry someone I hate, Elias is my enemy, he is manipulative..." "Show some respect, that is your future husband " my father said. I looked around the table and met the eyes of my mother and brother.

“I’ve always known…” I wanted to laugh, but this wasn’t the time. Instead, I held my tongue, not wanting to escalate things further. “Stop being so dramatic, Father,” I said calmly. “I never said anything about being gay, and honestly, I wish I was, but luckily for you, I’m not. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m not getting married, and I don’t want kids.” He seemed to shrink before me, his expression one of absolute defeat. “How dare you say that to me?” he groaned, clutching his chest like I had just struck him.

“I beg your pardon what? I insist on marring you? I am what, possessed and I have a bad personality? Listen mister, you don’t know me and you don’t know shit about anything. And breaking news, I don’t want you. Like you said I am beautiful and well off so I believe you should know that I have no need of you. 'Why do I want to marry you?' I do not. If you believe that women want to marry you like I ‘insist’ on doing, then why aren’t you married? Let me also ask you, what is so wrong with you that your mother had to go praying for you? Are you afraid of women or are gay? Or are you a player that does not want to settle done or are you impotent?” “Ha, ha, ha, I am a man in every sense and I am

“Let you run wild. You’ve never had to face the consequences of your actions. Now you will. You lit the match that started this particular blaze. It’s you who will have to put it out again. Not by violence, but by your own sacrifice. You’ll marry Calester Green. You’ll bear the children that will be the next generation of our mutual lineage. That is the agreement. And you will uphold it.” This is some kind of fucking nightmare. I’m getting married? I’m having fucking babies?! And I’m supposed to do it with the man I hate worse than anyone on this planet? “He crippled Sebby!” I shout, my last-ditch effort to express how utterly revolting this man is to me. “That’s as much on your head as his,

“Put your clothes back on.” Trembling, I watch as he walks away, heading for the stairs. “Wait,” I call out, my voice shaky. Ryan turns, impatient. “What?” “It’s cool,” I say, my voice hollow. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Ryan nods. “Good.” And just like that, he walks away, leaving me in a million pieces. ~~~

“You make it sound so simple.” “It’s simple.” I hate this. I hate it a lot. This is my life we’re talking about, not some joke. How am I supposed to let another man pretend to be the father of my child? That’s ridiculous. “We are talking about marriage, Sandy. This is not Hollywood; it’s reality.” “A fake marriage.” “My father wants a real wedding, a loud one.” She points at me. “So give him one. You said he only demanded that you bring the man home. He never said it has to be the biological father.”

"If your hand shakes so badly that you cannot pass a piece of fabric without making an exhibition of yourself, perhaps you should see the company medical advisor. Your father is very concerned about the family's health lately." "Stop talking about him!" Marcus stepped closer, his breathing ragged, wet, his heart hammering so hard against his ribs he could feel it in his teeth. "Stop throwing his name in my face every time I try to get a straight answer out of you. You used to be my wife, Diane. We lived in that tiny flat by the harbor for three years. I know who you are. I know what you look like when you're not hiding behind my father's bank accounts."

Silence stretched between them again — but this time, it wasn’t heavy. It was honest. “I don’t want a marriage built on obligation,” Amara whispered. “I don’t want to be the wife you tolerated.” “You were never tolerated,” he said firmly. “You were feared.” She frowned. “Feared?” “Yes.” His voice lowered. “Because you make me feel things I don’t know how to control.” The confession shook something inside her. Lucas Harrington — the man who feared nothing — was afraid of love. And suddenly, she understood.

He huffed, “This is the thing with you, always rigid. You are my wife, if I want to have sex with you…” I pulled away faster than he could imagine, “I am your wife, not your sex toy, if you want that, you know where you left them,” I hissed. His eyes darkened, “Why do you always act so...” he paused, shaking his head, “you know what, all you needed to accept was the fucking open marriage and we would be living our best lives now,” he said. His eyes hardened, “Don’t bother about the food, you have ruined the mood, I thought we could use this moment to celebrate, my stepfather called me to take over the company in a few days, you should be nice to me.”