Novel & Cerita Father I Don't Want To Get Married Chapter 1

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.

"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 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.

Chapter three I almost got choked on the food in my mouth when l heard that statement, l raised an eyebrow at my father, l have always known my dad to be an ambitious man, who always gets what he wants "Who is he to control my life?"l said inwardly, all l ever wanted was to be happy, l never imagined that my father will force me into a loveless marriage, at that point l could hear my heart beating faster, A lot of thoughts clouded my mind, l was at the point of losing my chances with my prince charming, a stranger that I have fallen helplessly in love with, l felt a sharp pain in my heart, l shrugged back into my seat waiting for him to explain further

I used to spend most of my days as a child, coloring pages of color books while dad worked; the both of us enjoying the familiar comfortable silence. Now, neither one of us can stay in the same room with the other without a fight breaking out. "What was that about?" Dad's voice breaks me from my reverie. "If that is truly my groom, I want nothing to do with this marriage" I answer. "What is it about him? What do you have against him?" he asks. How do I tell my father that the man I am to marry is an egotistical idiot that I had spent a passionate night with while I was on the run from my arranged marriage?

"Raya, you will marry Sean. We will prepare for the wedding immediately." My heart pounds in my chest as I meet my father's unwavering gaze, a mix of determination and fear swirling within me. "I refuse to go through with this marriage. I will not be forced into a life I do not want," I assert, the weight of my decision hanging heavy in the air, setting the stage for a battle of wills within my own family.

“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.”

Eden’s Point of View “Smile.” Father encouraged, his voice slightly above the wedding march, as he clenched my hands tightly. “You look like you are being forced to do this.” “Aren’t you satisfied that I had agreed to sell my life to you?” I questioned back, because honestly speaking, there is nothing to be happy for. I was getting married to a mad man, my hopes, and dreams of ever having a happy home is all in the mud. “What more do you want from me?”

He is waiting for me to say what I wanted to say. Tomorrow is my wedding day with Vivian. However, I do not want to do it. I do not want to marry her. From the very beginning, I really thought of her as just a friend. Cali is the one I love. Cali is the one I want to be with forever. I can't afford to lose her. I can't live without her. "I can't do this, Dad." "What?" Dad's forehead furrowed. I could feel that he is getting angry.

She nodded and at that, he felt relief and started speaking. - Baby, my father spoke to me and he said I have to get married soon and that he wanted to have a grandchild. I did not want to get married because I was satisfied with my life, I had everything and I did not want to fall in love because I knew what that love did to him when he lost my mum. So when he could not find me a wife I felt relieved. But then a letter from your stepmom came and my heart hardened. he stopped to look into her eyes.