Father I Dont Wanna Get Married Novels & Stories

"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!"

My father Zayn Usman doesn’t want to be like the regular mafia father that allows his daughter get married to some mafia man when their daughter gets to the age of getting married but my dad is different in fact he is worse kinda . He doesn’t want to see me with any guy , he doesn’t me to get married when I don’t want to ,he wants me to fall in love with someone and bring the person to him.He doesn’t want to choose some random dude for me . He wants me to focus on my education and become whatever I want in future . He doesn’t want my life to be destroyed so that’s why he took it in hands and I really appreciate it but sometimes he dies too much and it’s annoying .

I explained. " I know darling, I want you to get married to my son. You might not know him but you'd love him when you meet him" he said reassuringly. " Dad! What the heck is he saying! Please explain to him that I would koto be getting married to anyone, at least not now!" I urged my dad. " Honey, please listen to me! You have to get married to his son. Its for the good of the family " my father whispered in my ear pleading with me.

"Before I married Odora, before Freddie was born... Elena and I were close." My breath stopped. Close. The word felt heavy. "How close?" I asked quietly. Camden looked at me. "We loved each other." The words destroyed something inside me. Not because I hated him. But because everything was becoming complicated. "You loved my mother?" He nodded. "But we couldn't be together." "Why?" His expression darkened. "Because of my father." The room went silent. "My father wanted me to marry into a powerful family. Elena had nothing except her dreams."

Eric took a deep breath as he looked at me. The room was charged with silence as the two of us stared at each other until he asked, "Why are you really marrying her, Dad? Why are you really marrying Mina? I mean, do you know how people make fun of me? My own father taking my wife away from me, I am the laughing stock of this whole city. I can't even go out with my friends anymore because all they do is make fun of me. You're making a mockery of me. I mean, what kind of a father marries his son's wife?"

The other was the Cook Family, which was on the verge of bankruptcy. Initially, I was the one who was engaged to Silas. However, he could not reconcile with the idea of marrying someone who was about to go bankrupt. To be fair, Adam Smith, my father, was the one who came up with the idea of drawing lots. He wanted to give that spot to Clara. In my previous life, I had been infatuated with Silas. I even tampered with the drawing lots just to marry him. I believed that as long as I married him, he would one day fall in love with me.

"You know what Father always said. It is not the dedication, or hard work, or thought that matters. It's the results. He failed. And I am not marrying that..." "You don't have to." I shifted my gaze to the source of the voice. Father stepped in, looking like he had the hardest day of his life. Wait... did he just say I don't have to? "I don't?" I asked. "Yes. Silva Blackwood called off the wedding." "What?" I should be thankful to that arrogant man, but all I felt was anger. "He said he would rather die than marry our daughter." My blood turned cold. "Rather die than marry me?" I laughed, not a genuine one. "What the hell does he mean by that?"

“Eat.” “Yes, father,” I murmur. — Months passed. Same routine. I haven’t been allowed to go outside yet. “I want to go out, dad,” I grit through my teeth. “I can’t stay inside my entire fucking life.” “Oh, you won’t,” he says, a grin creeping across his face that makes my stomach turn. “You’ll be getting married. I’ve already fixed your engagement.” “What?” My fists clench at my sides. “What the fuck do you mean I’ll be getting married?”

“Last night was undeniably good. Admit it.” I narrowed my eyes. He looked almost excited. Like he was buzzing with an idea he hadn’t shared yet. “It was good,” I admitted cautiously. “We both needed it.” “I suppose so…” He sat up straighter. “Well. We don’t have to be married. But we can keep doing this.” I froze. “Excuse me?” He nodded, as if it made perfect sense. “Your father is forcing you to get married. You can’t get a job in this city—”

"I want to see my grand kids before I forget everything Son; I want to watch them grow. I don't have much time left, maybe a few years then all is gone. Why can't you understand that. Most people you see don't married for love, they marry to fulfill their needs and maybe love will come along after. But please Son understand me" I ran a hand across my face. This conversation was even more worst than the news itself. He wanted me to get married immediately to someone who hasn't come along yet and just have kids with her?!. I don't have my mind set on finding 'love' but atleast if am to marry someone alot of feelings has to be there. He just doesn't understand that. "Dad, stop. I can't marry so