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

“But… despite everything, you’re still my father.” His expression froze. I swallowed, gripping the phone a little tighter. “I just wanted you to know that. Even if you never saw me as your daughter the way you should have… you are my father.” His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. His fingers, once curled into tight fists, loosened. For the first time in my life, Edmund Hart looked… small. “I’m getting married,” I continued, my tone steady but kind. “I have a beautiful son. And I will never let him grow up the way I did.”

Maybe he will understand. Don't get me wrong, I want to marry Dante and be a part of his life. I am just not sure that I am there yet. I know the reason why they want me to marry him on Saturday is so that I can be under his protection. But maybe they don't understand. I want to protect myself. There are only a few days left. I need to talk to my father. I need to explain to him that I need some time. Maybe I don't. I love Dante, and I want to be with him. I always want to be with him. He is everything I need. I want to lie in his arms every night and not feel guilty. I want him to know that I will always be there for him, and I will be his wife. After all, I love him a lot, because I am the

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.

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’m getting the hell out of here right now!” He is unmoved. “Go ahead, leave, and the truce goes to hell. You and your family will wish you’d never met us, and the Ferrettis will get their alliance.” My eyes flash, and I curse everyone who led us to this situation, and myself for giving in. I thought we would be a marriage that at least got along, but it’s clear that’s not the case. And yet, my father wants me to get pregnant by this son of a bitch.

he said bluntly. I wanted to punch him,to scream at him.But mostly… I just wanted to stop feeling like the ground beneath me had vanished. He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a sleek black file, placing it on the table in front of me. My pulse skipped. “What is that?” “My request,” he said."No,my final wish.” I didn’t touch the file. I didn’t even want to look at it. “Father...” “You will get married.” The words were Cold and Final.

“Do we really have to do this?” His brows hardened. “You must be joking, right? Did you just ask this foolish question after what you did?” Saliva rose in my throat. I swallowed hard, my hands rubbing against each other. “I don't want to get married yet, Dad…” I blurted with the last ounce of courage in me. His eyes rested on me, flared. Then he rose to his feet, moving closer to me. He leaned forward with only inches beaten us. “I never said you had a choice in this, did I? You are getting married and that's final.”

Mating bonds barely happened between two werewolves, and to continue the line arranged marriages are formed—Mating bond or not. I never wanted to get married, neither did I want a mate but I had no choice. The moment Zayn asked for my hands in marriage father was ecstatic, he threw a huge party just at the announcement of our engagement. An engagement I definitely didn’t want. “I don’t want this.” I said to him. “You’ll learn to love the Alpha.” Father responded back, “It’s important you do, for the sake of the pqck.” Now here I am, adorned in the most hideous of dresses and getting ready for my mating ritual with a husband I didn’t want. My ears pronged as I heard footsteps from outside the

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.

I smile and look over at my father who was sitting on my right. My father has been quiet this whole time, he hasn’t said a word and looks off in front of him. Kyle jumps up from his seat startling me. “The next logical step? The next logical step would be to meet your family not marriage. What if we don’t like this punk? Why the rush to get married are you pregnant?” he glares my way. I flinch at words. That causes my father to look at me. “Ana, are you?” he asks softly.