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

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.

He started. " You don't need to go that far, as I said all you have to do is talk it out with your dad," I mentioned throwing the cigarette in the empty trash can. " Do you know what dad actually wants from you?" " No, what is it that he wants?" " He wants to marry us off." " What, no way... What are you talking about?" I asked confused but what he is spouting. " He thinks you are suitable to be my wife, a hard-working girl who doesn't care about money and would love me for whom I am pulling me towards the top just like my mom did to him."

’’ ‘’But how does getting married help you take over from your father? ''I really don't know what goes on in my father's head.'' Jaire raises his glass towards me. ‘’All the best, my friend.'' ‘’Thanks.’’ ‘’So, is it anyone I know?’’ ‘’No, I don’t even know her.’’ ‘’What?’’ ‘’The old man’s idea and he wants me to get her pregnant too,’’ I state casually. Jaire turns to stare at me. ‘’I’m not even going to comment on that.’’

I couldn't help myself. -"I.....I..... don't know what...to say....please father don't cry...I cannot see you like this" -"We....we lost them all........"I said amid tears. -"Father I really don't care as long as we love each other. I have you and you have me. Right?" -"But honey.... how are you supposed to get married without dowry?" -"You know father I have something to tell you too....I am in love with a man. A noble man. And he loves me too. I am sure that the lack of dowry won't be a problem to him"

“Your father is against my closeness to you—he may not tell it directly, but I can feel it.” Typical elite parents who dislike lowly people. “He can’t control my life. I can make my own decision. So, please, I don’t want you to overthink—” “I am getting your father’s approval too.” “Then you’re saying you don’t want to marry me?” I pressed my lips and shook my head. “I like you—” “Then let’s get married….” I was about to open my mouth when he continued, “—privately.” My eyes widened, and it seemed like my ears were bombarded with a booming sound that made me deaf. My thoughts took me away from him, and I couldn’t think straight.

The rest of the few minutes were spent making love to each other in the bathroom and cleaning our bodies. We laid in bed after cleaning ourselves. He spoke up first, tracing his fingers on my bare skin. "I was so worried, pretty. Your call frightened me, did something happen?" I didn't know how to form my words, I was disappointed at everything and everyone. Pained that I wasn't free to choose my choices and I had to live the life my father wanted "I'm getting married Al, my father is insisting I marry one of the family's sons," I dropped the bad news I had come with.

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.

he whispered, his voice cracking, trying to revive the old pet name as a magic spell now powerless. "We were supposed to be together. We built everything for our future. If you were angry about Chloe... if you found out about that... it was nothing, I swear! It was just a distraction. I was under so much pressure from my father. I only did it to keep her family’s block aligned with us until we could marry! You know I love you. You know I’m the only one who can protect you from him.”

Her clinginess was tiring and annoying. "You two should get married," Father uttered, jerking me out of my reverie. "What? What the hell!" "Yes, she is a good girl. It's obvious you two are dating. Why is the mention of marriage making you tense?" he frowned, looking at my contorted face. Marriage was the last thing on my mind. I didn't want it. "We aren’t dating," I confessed. "Oh, you are just f*****g her?" He eyed me. "Her father mustn't know."

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?”