Father I Don't Want To Get Married Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

My father had already sealed my fate. “The agreement is final,” my father continued. “Our packs are bound together. You will marry Rex, and there’s nothing that can change that without a very good reason.” I felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room. I had failed. Even after coming back, even after trying to stop it, I was still trapped in this twisted game. I couldn’t breathe. The walls felt like they were closing in on me. “But… Father,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I don’t want to marry him. Please.”

Chapter 1. Nate’s POV “The fuck you mean I have to get married?” I demanded in a calm voice, my fisted hands laid by my sides as I dragged in deep breaths and puffed them out immediately to suppress the anger I could already feel building up in my insides. “Language, Nate.” My dad reprimanded but I only snorted before starting to pace in a small line. “I don’t care about that right now,” I snapped and ran my fingers through my hair frantically, “Why the fuck do I have to get married? Did I ever inform you that I needed you to help me look for a wife?”

Now she hates me because he and I are getting married. So? Your happiness first. You deserve it. Do you like the guy? I remember our little scene this evening and started getting wet again. I barely know him and he seems cold and unfriendly, but I guess we can get along. “Then marry him. Forget everyone else. Things just got a little more complicated this evening. How? Tell me remember I only listen I don’t judge. I hesitated, then told him about my dad’s plan. Your dad hates the guy but wants to make you marry his son so he can destroy him? Weird.

"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.

I have taken a lot of ill-treatment from the man I called my father but this plan of his was the one I planned not to take, I have spent my whole life trying to erase his narrative by doing his bidding so that he can love, it's not my fault that mummy died while having me, all my life I have always been an obedient child because I always wanted to clear off that image he has of me, but there is a breaking point to even strenuous relationship and this right here is my moment to break. I need to man up for myself, I can't be a daddy puppet doll forever, I lived to please this man, and he can't take what is mine away from me, and that is my happiness, Brian is the man I'm going to marry not som

It feels like they want to get rid of me. "I won't ask her anymore. Let's engage her before she decides to move to some other country." My dad harshly says. NO! I don't want to get married! And of course not with some guy my dad chooses for me! What am I going to do? ... (to be continued)

tell me why you want to marry my daughter does it 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 marry someone who is that useless, bigger, 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 sacrum. and now you get out from my office

“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.

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.

He was perfectly calm, magazine in hand, legs crossed, as if this wasn't the kind of thing that could break me. I hurled the paper back at him. “This is shit, right?” “Does it look like it?” he asked, finally speaking. Of course, now he can talk. What a dick. “I am not getting married to someone I’ve never even met,” I said, making Kim jump out of her seat. “Wait…who’s getting married?” she asked. “Daddy dearest wants me to marry some random girl,” I spat, sarcasm sharp enough to sting. Mom straightened, eyes flicking from me to her husband, a silent plea there I hadn't expected.