Father I Don T Want To Get Married Mga Nobela at Kwento

Shouldn't there be things to discuss, like how we are being made to marry him. "Nico, wait!" When he paused, I said, "Are you okay with this? Us, getting married, I mean. Wouldn't you rather choose your own bride instead of marrying some random?" His eyes were flat and resigned, hardly the excitement of a man about to be married. "It doesn't matter what I wish. It only matters what he wishes." "You can't possibly expect me to believe there's nothing you can do. You're his only son. We could help each other, tell him we don't suit. You could come up with a complaint or accuse me of something.”

The moment I stepped through the door, I heard someone ask, "Adrian, do you regret marrying Clara?" He answered without hesitation, "I do. If I could go back in time to 10 years ago, I'd wish I'd never fallen in love with her." The pain in my chest became so unbearable that I could barely breathe. If 18-year-old Adrian had heard those words, I knew for a fact that he would've hated the man he'd become 10 years later.

“I’ve always known…” I wanted to laugh, but this wasn’t the time. Instead, I held my tongue, not wanting to escalate things further. “Stop being so dramatic, Father,” I said calmly. “I never said anything about being gay, and honestly, I wish I was, but luckily for you, I’m not. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m not getting married, and I don’t want kids.” He seemed to shrink before me, his expression one of absolute defeat. “How dare you say that to me?” he groaned, clutching his chest like I had just struck him.

"Could you do this?" "No." He roughly pushes his father's hand away. "I don't want to get married. And much less to a woman I don't know and don't love. Forget it." "Is it because of that woman?" he questions. "She's not at our social level! She can't help us!"

I turned towards my father hesitantly, biting my lip. "Dad... I don't want to get married yet. Not until the baby comes." I stated, looking up at him shyly. He smiled brightly and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "That's perfectly fine with me dear. You deserve to live your life without worrying about anyone's opinion on whether you're ready to marry someone. Besides, you already know that they wouldn't be able to make you happy anyway." He explained. I gave a weak smile and nodded, leaning my head against his chest as he held me close to his chest. After a few minutes, he released me from his grip and looked towards the clock on the wall, noticing that it had gotten late.

Mum inquired, looking at me with curiosity and frustration. “He’s just too famous for my liking,” I covered up, sighed and looked away in defeat. “Nonsense!” Mum scoffed. “Isn’t that what you young girls want nowadays? To marry a rich, famous, tall, and handsome man? You practically got it all handed to you on a silver platter.” “It’s just…it’s just that…” “Enough of this!” Father instructed, cutting me off as he was already angry. “You shouldn’t be this negative on a day like this. You’re getting married to that young man and that’s final. No word on this ever again. Is that clear?”

I couldn't imagine myself getting married to her or anyone else, and not even because my parents want it. "Mom, dad," I looked up at them and shook my head, "I have said this before and I will keep saying it, I don't want to marriage because you want me to. I will only get married to someone I love." "And who is that?" My dad asked, his voice hardening, "Who do you love? Who are you talking about? Don't tell me it is that.." I knew what my dad was going to say next, I knew he would talk about my Emily, and I wouldn't be able to stand that.

His father said, looking him in the eyes to make sure he sees that he's dead serious about this. Jason was shocked to hear this, he couldn't believe that his parents will go to such extents just to make sure he gets married. "You can't be serious right now Dad, I already made it clear to you both that I don't want to get married! I don't want to be tied down with any woman, I just want to—"

I knew where this was going, they wanted me to get married in other to prove my capability. "They want me to get married?" I asked my father "Yes or they will shift their alliance to the vipers " my father said. "Fuck" I banged my hands angrily on his table. "How can they do this? After everything we have been through together" I said "Son,calm down. You are already old enough to have a partner beside you" my father said. "But I don't want to get married, I don't want to bring an innocent person to our world " I said. Being in the Mafia means constant danger so that was the reason why I don't do love. I want to fall in love someday like my parents but I am scared.

"There will be no honeymoon. This is all for the sake of a piece of paper. But father must not know nothing happened." A playful smile made its way to my lips. "Partypooper. What if I want sex? What if we consummate the marriage? But you should wear your protection. I don't want to get pregnant." He looked at me with a horrified expression on his face. "Heck no!" I laughed. "Of all the men I know, you are the only one who does not want to be touched. What about your father's other condition of giving him grandchildren?" "I will think of ways."