Novel & Cerita Father I Don't Want This Marriage

Morgan stepped back, rubbing his throat. "I'm not doing this willingly. Ever since my grandmother made this damned marriage agreement, we've all been trapped in this hell, eagerly waiting for this day. Do you think I'm happy about it? That I feel good about marrying an unknown, disfigured woman? Do you really think I'm living out the dream you're so keen on thwarting? No! This marriage is not about love or even the hope of any happiness. It would be impossible!" he retorted, irritated.

father said, “You’re already a disgrace so you might as well lose a few pounds to make yourself attractive.” “I am not getting married so I do not need to lose any weight.” I said defiantly as I picked up a piece of chicken. If he thinks I am going to give into this marriage so easily then he is very mistaken. I saw father’s jaw tighten and he dropped his fork onto his plate calmly. “You will stop this childish tantrum now,” he warned, “I will not have you disgracing this family,” I leaned back into my chair and refused to meet his eyes, “You will do as I say and you will agree to the marriage with Alpha Hunter.”

I glared at my father, then looked at Armando and said, “No offense but I want my ex-husband back and you aren't exactly good-looking like him. So if you are here to get my hand in marriage, I can tell you now I won't marry you.” Father slammed his fist on his desk, making me jump a little. I hated when he did that. He liked the fear he saw in his victims and I won't let him get to me; there is no way in hell. I won't fucking marry this man just to make my father rich. I already have plans and they involve getting my husband back. I dont need my father interfering in my life. “Did you read today's news?” Father asked, slamming a magazine on his desk.

Aaron said righteously. "F**k you, Aaron. I am ending our relationship for good. I don't want to see your face again in my life. Return the documents of my mother's institution to me. I don't wish to stay in this city anymore," I yelled feeling betrayed. "Have you lost your mind? Why would I marry a boring girl like you who didn't even let me have s*x with her before marriage if I don’t get the legal right of the new medicine your mother's research centre has developed," Aaron said viciously.

“Damn it… I really want you.” I closed my eyes, the image of his dark gaze filling my mind. I was a sinner, and I was falling for a man who was supposed to be my father-in-law. But in the silence of the bathroom, I knew the truth: I didn't want the son’s ring; I wanted the father’s fire.

Megan Jessie Andal, but you can call me MJ," she said, extending her hand. I took it, our handshake firm, a silent expression of my frustration. I was aware that my dad would murder me if I made an unwanted scene. Now that you have been properly introduced, let's proceed with the discussion of your upcoming marriage," my father continued, his voice heavy with unspoken expectations. I gazed at MJ, searching for a flicker of nervousness, perhaps even a hint of excitement. What I received instead was an arched eyebrow, and then a covert challenge hurled in my direction. I turned away, a queasy discomfort building in my belly. She's not like that at all.

He has this thought, 'That if only that woman refuses the offer of his grandpa, then maybe he wouldn't have been in a tight situation and wouldn't be forced to marry. The truth was he was already in love with someone, but his grandpa hated the family of his woman, so his grandpa disagrees with their relationship. But even though his grandfather did not agree to their relationship before, he still did not force him to separate until the woman he married came. That when his grandfather changed his mind and threatened him to disinherit if he disagrees; so he got no choice but to obey his grandpa.

At this point, he was reaching and I didn’t care. "No, but that's what you wanted to hear and it doesn't even stop there," I mumbled in my mouth. "What do you want?" His eyes angrily glared at me. I gritted my teeth, I didn't want to do that, but now that the news will be flashed all over the news, I feared Irvin would see me. This child was his, he has to deal with his shi** now. "I want you to marry me," I muttered, feeling disgusted for begging him to marry me, the same guy who never trusted me, but he was the father and he had to take responsibility but his punishment was that he would not even know he is fathering his own child.

"I don't want her to marry some roadside Romeo and risk our family name." "Like you will say and she will happily marry me." I raised my brow. "You will convince her. I am not paying you off this large amount for free. Do some hard work young man." "What do you mean?" I was confused, what hard work? "Make a love drama as she is very filmy, force her, or do anything but I am only concerned about the marriage, not the procedure." I had never seen any father talk like that before. He was asking me to do anything. Undoubtedly he deserves her every pounce of hatred.

“So what, don’t touch her? Easy. Done. I won’t lay a hand on your foreigner. But you and I both know, she’ll break before I ever touch her. I won’t even need to lift a finger.” My father raises his hand. “Stop talking over me, the two of you.” He says, flat, but the authority lands all the same. “I’m still here.” Then he levels his gaze at me, those yellowing eyes, his skin papery and dull. Liver failure. He thinks I don’t know. Thinks he’s still untouchable. “Son,” he begins, “marriage in the Drognov family isn’t something you do willy-nilly.”