Novel & Cerita Father I Dont Wanna Get Married

They seemed to sparkle with so much love that my throat tightened; still, I had to continue. “But,” I inhaled, holding his eyes because it was almost maddening not to do so. “I understand your need to have a child that bears our genes, to have someone that contains my DNA because, honestly, it is the best." My poor attempt at a joke was thankfully received, and his lips twitched. “And it is selfish for me to only think of myself when we are married. It is a partnership just like you said." I gathered air in my lungs, steadying myself for what I was about to say. “However, you are right, and I will think of it seriously in the next ten years.”

If I could do it all over again, I swear I'd love you the way I should have. … I read them one by one, watching Adrian pour out his pain and his longing for me. Still, I felt nothing. After all these years, I'd long since erased the 28-year-old Adrian from my heart. Whenever I looked back, the only Adrian I remembered was the earnest 18-year-old boy. I got married two years later. I married a man who loved me deeply, and together we welcomed a beautiful little girl. My husband asked me what I wanted to name our daughter.

He asked. "I....I don't want to get married. There are other women in the pack and I am sure that anyone else could get married to Mason if it's just about stopping the ripper. I don't think it's something that I can do dad, I want to get married to someone that I love. Someone that I at least know. I don't think that I will be able to make it in a marriage like this. Can you please just get someone else to do it, father?" I could not remember the last time I had begged my father like this. I realized from a young age that he did not care about me and so I just stayed to myself and did things on my own.

He also did not want to get married to someone that he doesn't even know just because his father thinks that he and that person will be a great match. "Do the three of you think that dad and I are horrible people who were forcing you to do what you don't want to do? Do you think that you won't ever be happy if you marry someone that you don't like? In fact, you don't want to get married right?" Ray asked. He was tired of pampering these younger brothers of his. He is not thier father neither is he thier mother. Ray did not see the reason why he has to sugarcoat his words when he talks to them.

’s name flashes across my phone with a message. While my father takes a deep breath, I tap on my phone and a picture of my wife and Nathan appears. Nathan is holding her hand. My heart slams hard against my chest as I bolt up out of my chair. He can’t have my wife. Never. My father’s irritating voice breaks through my haze. “Everything is set, son. You can’t decline.” Can’t decline. I push my phone back into my pocket and slam my hand down on my desk. “I MOST CERTAINLY CAN DECLINE! I’M NOT MARRYING ANYONE! I’M ALREADY MARRIED AND I ONLY WANT MY WIFE!”

I jolted and instantly slapped my mouth shut, with my heart beating erratically against my chest. “I’d like to think I brought you up to be more respectful than this.” He thundered out angrily. I gulped and averted my gaze, staring down at my sandal clad feet. “You don’t talk back to me, or question my decision. Ever. Is that understood?” He demanded. The vein on his forehead was fluttering when I glanced up at him. I swallowed emptily and shifted my weight around as I nodded my head robotically. “Yes, Dad.” “Good. You’re getting married to the mafia Don and that’s final.” He added almost immediately after that, and once again, I felt my heart sink all the way to my stomach.

father said, “You’re already a disgrace so you might as well lose a few pounds to make yourself attractive.” “I am not getting married so I do not need to lose any weight.” I said defiantly as I picked up a piece of chicken. If he thinks I am going to give into this marriage so easily then he is very mistaken. I saw father’s jaw tighten and he dropped his fork onto his plate calmly. “You will stop this childish tantrum now,” he warned, “I will not have you disgracing this family,” I leaned back into my chair and refused to meet his eyes, “You will do as I say and you will agree to the marriage with Alpha Hunter.”

My mother supported him until he sat on the armchair and breathed heavily. “I’m not.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to get married.” I spilled the truth and he laughed a belly laugh. “Why? don’t you want to give me grandchildren before I die?” he questioned. “Dad, you're not going to die.” I called him out of his ill thinking and he laughed again. “You should be happy that you are about to get married. Though he is scary and has a pretty bad record, he is still a man.” he smirked and I shook my head.

Moreover, my father is quite sociable; he has befriended nearly every prominent figure in this country, giving us valuable connections. And here he is again, pressuring me once more, talking about marriage. I'm 29, yes, but marriage has never been on my mind because the truth is... I don't want to get married. I don't want a man. I'm incredibly content with my life right now, and I couldn't ask for more. "Are you listening, Tangi?"

"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!"