I Never Will Marry Romane & Geschichten

I didn’t know how to react, especially when he said that the groom would only look at me because I’m unsure if the man I would marry would like me and if I would like him back, so I fake a smile. I have this presumption that maybe my groom was unattractive enough. If not, why does he agree to an arranged marriage for a woman like me? A girl without a good background and doesn’t have any achievements at all. I’m not even popular in school. The bottom line is I’m just an ordinary girl, but I do admit I have looks, although not as stunning as a celebrity does.

Singing Oh, yeah How many girls in the world can make me feel like this? Baby, I don't ever plan to find out The more I look, the more I find the reasons why You're the love of my life You know one of these days, when I get my money right Buy you everything and show you all the finer things in life Will forever be enough, so there ain't no need to rush But one day, I won't be able to ask you loud enough I'll say, "Will you marry me?" I swear that I will mean it I'll say, "Will you marry me?"

"No. I'm not marrying you" "Why not?" "For starters, we're not together. We broke up months ago, Mason" "It doesn't change how I feel about you" he pleaded, needing her to say yes. The other alternative was... Horrible. "I don't want to get married" she looked at the ring then swallowed nervously "Ever again" "Eva..." "We can go back to dating. I don't mind that but marriage? Never again, Mason" "Do you want to be alone for the rest of your life? Your sister has her own family and soon your uncle will probably have kids to raise. Do you want to end up alone?"

I started “Why didn't you ever change your name to your maiden name after we divorced” She looked at me and smiled “Maybe I just like the ring of your name next to mine” “And it's going to be like that forever” I replied with a smile

Still… I’ll never marry him, never live with him, never raise a child with him. That triad, in this particular setting, in this particular moment, seems sort of… Incomprehensible to me. Like, who would pass any of that up? I’m on the verge of raising my hand, but then I remind myself—these actually aren’t options that have been presented to me. And really—truly—if they were… What the hell do I know about a perfect marriage—because that’s what Nick deserves. What the hell do I know about living in a foreign country? This is the first time I’ve ever been to one.

I have to, I have someone I'm going to marry and I'm not coming back Don't look for me I already left the country, take care of the house and pay the debt, if you don't want to be homeless..... Whatever it takes a kid to survive...."

"Clarice, do you think dropping hints or slipping in sly remarks about marriage will change anything? You've done it way too many times and I'm so sick of it. So, you're decorating a venue now to set up some wedding ambush?" Since he hadn't seen my message, he had no idea that today wasn't about him at all—it was someone else's wedding. But his cold gaze settled on me, hardened by assumptions, void of any previous tenderness. "Give up already. No matter how many times you try, I'm never going to marry you." Despite my bruises, the words hit deeper than any pain, chilling me to the bone. 'Give up already. I'm never going to marry you,' the words echoed in my brain.

Hunter said, his voice calm and authoritative. “What?” The word slipped from my lips in a whisper. “I’ll marry you,” he continued, ignoring my shock. “Get ready. First thing tomorrow, we’ll get our marriage certificate. As for the wedding ceremony, that’ll depend on my mood after we’re married.” He turned to one of his bodyguards. “I want every piece of information on my future wife delivered to me within the hour. Let’s go.” And just like that, he walked away, his bodyguards falling in line behind him.

"He's not—" "I know he didn't mean it." Wendy cut her off. "But the fact is, he etched a scar into your heart that will never fade." Wendy stepped closer. Her red lips almost brushed against Rosalyn's ear. "Do you know what's most ironic? I married him and spent years by his side, and he never once really looked at me. You, on the other hand, didn't have to do anything at all. Yet, he was willing to risk his life for you."