Father I Dont Wanna Get Married Mga Nobela at Kwento

No, this had to be a joke… It really had to be. “Getting married quickly is the only way to get people's attention off our family, most importantly you.” I swallowed hard. Since when did Father start caring about the opinion of others? “But Dad,” my voice rang softly in protest. “Why?” “Why? You're really asking me, Why?” His voice raised slightly as he glared hard at me. Silence. Thick, hard. “This is what you get when you think you are wise and can have everything go your way.” “Surely, there has to be another solution besides getting married.”

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.

tell me why you want to marry my daughter does it for money. me:- she was my very good girlfriend and I want to marry her because I love her and understand her. father:- love is not the reason to get married if you don't have 100 million dollars then I reject you. amelia:- how I can marry someone who is a stranger. father:- tell me how can you marry someone who is that useless, bigger, greedy, worthless and piece of shit. I reject him already and I am your father don't talk back. I didn't give you this kind of sacrum. and now you get out from my office

“I now pronounce you husband and wife” was what the pope said. well just few of our families were present and the groom was no where to be found . My father told me he had urgent business to handle few hours before my big day…. Pure sarcasm by the way. Slowly slipping out of my wedding dress, flashbacks of how I was forced to marry a pompous mafia leader for my father’s greed stings my heart. Getting married without having to see the face of your so-called husband was the last thing on my wishlist . A man so arrogant to attend his own wedding was the last man I could ever love.

I questioned him, brows furrowed. “Let’s not waste our time arguing about this, Darren. All you need to do is to get married. How hard could that be?” “Dad, I’m serious. I don’t want to get married!” I closed my fist, starting to feel irritated. “Are you afraid of commitment?” “I’m not–”

The chatting and laughter stopped. "What are you saying Aito?" Mum asked. "Are you angry we didn't wait for you to tell us yourself?" "No!" I replied sharply. "Yua and I are not getting married" Dad's face darkened. "I don't understand" I exploded. "What part of we're not getting married don't you understand dad?! I don't want to marry Yua. I won't wed her. I'm not putting a fucking ring on her fucking finger. We're not having babies. Hell we're not having anything! There's nothing between us! Nothing at all!"

Kayla said laughing out loudly “You would be getting married that was why we invited you over,” Dad said Why would I be getting married? “I don’t want to get married” I blurted out loudly and it was as if I caught them off guard with my response because they all stared at me like I had said the craziest thing. “I don't want to get married” I repeated “You don’t have a choice in this,” Dad said “I am not doing it! It is my life and I won’t be getting married to a stranger” I didn’t know when I started to raise my voice at them

“It's better than me getting pregnant without knowing who the father actually is.” Father laughs.”This is stupid.You want to get married for sex?Is that it?” He screams. My mouth drops open as I jump back,sinking more into the chair. “Then go,Emillia.Go and get pregnant with any man you meet on the street.Walk into a club and pick all the men you want to sleep with.Do everything we've ever told you not to do but don't…”He shakes his head.”Don't get married to this man.”He pleads.

Julian lied, leaning forward, his eyes bright with false, desperate hope. “We can still fix this, Evie. My father... he’s an old man. He’s cold, he's ruthless, he doesn't know how to feel anything. He’s using you to get to your family’s shipping lanes. Come away with me today. We can fly to London, or we can file a motion to declare the marriage invalid on grounds of corporate coercion. My dad's lawyers can find a loophole. Just tell the press he forced you.” Evelyn leaned forward, mirroring his posture until her face was only inches from his across the table. The scent of her expensive jasmine perfume–a scent he had never bought her–filled his senses.

Morgan stepped back, rubbing his throat. "I'm not doing this willingly. Ever since my grandmother made this damned marriage agreement, we've all been trapped in this hell, eagerly waiting for this day. Do you think I'm happy about it? That I feel good about marrying an unknown, disfigured woman? Do you really think I'm living out the dream you're so keen on thwarting? No! This marriage is not about love or even the hope of any happiness. It would be impossible!" he retorted, irritated.