Father I Don't Want This Marriage Novels & Stories

my father said, looking at me squarely. "No, Father. I will never end things with Jenna. You know what? Call your friend this minute and nullify this marriage. I don't care. I cannot marry Amara Nicholas. I don't want to see her here, and you should tell her not to show up. I am not interested. I will marry Jenna, not Amara or whoever you said she was," I yelled. My father’s dark eyes narrowed with anger as he looked at me disapprovingly.

I knew where this was going, they wanted me to get married in other to prove my capability. "They want me to get married?" I asked my father "Yes or they will shift their alliance to the vipers " my father said. "Fuck" I banged my hands angrily on his table. "How can they do this? After everything we have been through together" I said "Son,calm down. You are already old enough to have a partner beside you" my father said. "But I don't want to get married, I don't want to bring an innocent person to our world " I said. Being in the Mafia means constant danger so that was the reason why I don't do love. I want to fall in love someday like my parents but I am scared.

" - - - - her - - - - this . I am not marrying anyone out of their pity. " I said to my father. He just shurge his shoulders and said " It's not out of pity . It's time for you to get married and have your own family!. You are twenty seven years old and I want to see you happy". He finished and I looked at him as if he had grown two heads. " Doesn't matter to me I will do what I wanna do . She is nothing to me . I will go to my Mistresses and if she tried to stop me then clear ,I will torcher her and kill her but before having her virginity". I replied simply to him .

“And she never will be. You wanted me married. You didn’t specify who. Kaia is my wife now, and that’s the end of it.” “You…” His voice faltered, replaced by a sharp cough. My grip on the phone tightened as I listened to the sound of his laboured breathing. “Father, calm down,” I said evenly, though a hint of concern crept into my voice. No matter how headstrong I was, I couldn’t afford to be the death of my father. Mum would lose it. “Don’t you tell me to calm down, boy!” he snapped, though his tone lacked its usual force and I smiled. “This marriage of yours—it’s reckless! You don’t even know what you’ve done!”

he agreed, “but you need one to keep it.” I turned away from him, staring out of the window at the skyline that I had conquered, at the city bowed beneath my feet. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I was in control. I was in power. And in one sentence my father had managed to take all that from me, leaving me with only one impossible choice. Marriage. The one thing I had dedicated my life to avoiding. “Jonathan,” my father’s voice broke through the tempest in my head. “This isn’t just about the company. It's about you. I want you to have something real, something more than just numbers and deals. You need this.”

“Cut the crap. I know why you’re here. Let me guess—you’re trying to use my father to pressure me? Get him to force me to marry you?” I didn’t answer, just watched him quietly as he continued his little performance. “Listen here, you bitch,” he stepped forward, grabbing my arm roughly. “I’d rather die than marry you. That bullshit marriage contract your dead father left behind means nothing to me. I’m the Moretti heir, not your slave!” His fingers dug into my skin, leaving red marks. “Let go,” I said, my voice soft but cold. “Or what? What are you gonna do about it?”

His eyes were darker than I remembered, sharp with intelligence, not cruelty. He looked at me openly now. “Good morning,” he said. His voice was calm. Polite. Detached. I inclined my head. “Good morning.” A pause. “You are… my father’s wife,” he said, not as a question. “Yes.” Another pause. Longer. Something shifted in his expression,not desire, not yet, but uncertainty. As if reality had not aligned with expectation. “I did not realize he married so… recently.” Recently. As if time measured legitimacy.

"Getting married?!" Jason bellowed, unable to believe what he was hearing. "You can't be serious right now, Dad, please tell me this is not true!" "What's the matter, son, you should be happy that I'm finally getting married again since your mother died." "Father please you can't get married to this woman!" Jason's brows furrowed as he got closer to them. "Why not, isn't she beautiful?!" Logan asked, his eyes darting from his son to Mia.

We need to work out these things because otherwise we will both suffer from the consequences of our parents' actions and I don't want that to happen. It was past eight o'clock in the evening when the Enriquez family returned home. The couple happily said goodbye to my Mom and Dad. When our guest finally left, I immediately talked to Mommy and Daddy. "Mom, Dad I know that you are planning to set me up for a fixed marriage to the son of Mr. and Mrs. Enriquez. Please do not continue. I know that their family is good but Dave Arkiel said that he already has a girlfriend and he loves her very much. I also don't want to destroy the relationship they have. I don't want to be a burden to the girl th

her dad frowned at her. " If we are not in dept why are you insisting on me marrying him, " Evangel spat out like the word was the most disgusting thing to ever cross her lips. " What! You are marrying him, " Veronica screeched like a banshee. " No, " Evangel snapped sharply at the same time her dad and Trenton answered yes. " No, I am not marrying his, " she emphasized with a glare at Trenton. " Hey if she doesn't want to marry you, I am available and I assure you I will receive you with open arms, " Veronica drawled reaching out to stroke Trent's arm who looked to be enjoying her attention.