I Never Will Marry Novels & Stories

I shouted back angrily. I had never dreamt about my wedding. I never had any fantasies about a fairy-tale proposal, or a big princess dress, or a fancy car or horse and carriage that would drive me around. I never even thought about how it would be like to walk down the aisle. I just didn't care about that stuff. But IF I ever got proposed to, this would be the last thing I would ever accept. "If you think I'm accepting this, you're absolutely delusional!" I yelled over my shoulder in the darkness of the water. "I will NOT marry you! Not ever, and that's fina-"

I am already whimpering, determined to survive this and never come back to New York again. Eve can have Richard for all I care, but I would never be with Alex. Not a woman beater like him. "Do you think I care whether you're with him or not?" You've lost your chance. It's either you marry me willingly or by force!” Despite my tears, soft chuckles erupt from my mouth, making him raise a brow. "How can I marry you when you're already married to that bitch? That won't be possible, dear friend. That silly certificate binds you and Eve together, but you don't know it.”

The first time I found Adrian and his private assistant, Mia, texting each other good night after midnight, we had our biggest fight yet. After that, when I asked him to keep his distance, he deliberately got even closer to her, determined to make me stop being so sensitive. He took Mia shopping for furniture for our future home, let her sit beside him in his car, and when I was sick with a fever, left me alone while he took her to his family’s estate. Every time I said something hurt me, Adrian pushed a little further. Eventually, I stopped asking. Adrian thought he had finally won. At the housewarming party for our new Tribeca penthouse, I pressed my finger to the smart lock. Fingerprint

I stated firmly. "Have you ever won an argument with me?" Papa Ivan stated. "Don't even try to challenge me or you might not ever see me again." "Fine, it's a double wedding then." I replied. "I'm not going to get married here." Evgeni stated. "Not you jerk. Cassie and I are getting married together. And before any of you object let me remind you that I'm pregnant and stress is not good for the baby. I think everyone here has connections to pull of the wedding of the century in four weeks if not Jake and I will just get married in a court house tomorrow." I stated firmly.

Not now, not ever. I always regarded him as friend and would never think of him as my mate. I knew that it was not right. Whenever our parents would make us date or discuss our wedding plans, I would get super anxious about it. I wanted to let my parents know about my desire to not marry Ivan but it was anything but easy. My dad was very adamant on getting me married to Ivan and Ivan alone! My mom would always follow in his footsteps and never speak her opinion. I had for years trying to convince my mom about my wishes since it was useless to talk about it to my dad, she would always tell me to keep silent and listen to my dad.

Emerald asked a little too seriously that I forgot to swallow my bread. I gulped and cleared my throat. “I will marry him….I…will see where it will take us…if it went well than all good otherwise divorce is always an option….” Emerald sighed loudly, “are you sure? Do you really want to get married to man you know nothing about?” “I don’t want to Em, but who here cares what I want? I have to! There is no other option. I will go meet him today …yes…I will meet him and tell him that I will marry him….” I told her emotionlessly…

Tia was alarmed and turned to Matteo helplessly. "Honey, help me out here! I don't have that much money!" she cried. "Even if we don't have any certification to prove it, we were still married in a ceremony! You and Gina never even went that far! Why don't you just pick me instead?" Why? Because she couldn't give him what my family and I could. I laughed scornfully. "Thank you for bringing that up. It warms my heart to remember that I'm not married to this asshole."

I became a nanny that fluttered around him and pestered him, and he refused to spare me another glance. Despite our decade together, he never proposed. I'd ultimately lost my patience and proposed to him before all of our friends. At the time, he'd agreed, albeit with a dark look. After we arrived home, he'd said to me, "I can marry you—think of it as me taking responsibility for you. Don't even dream about having a wedding, though. We can just register the marriage. It's been years, so there's no need to put on a huge show for everyone to see."

"And guess what, I ain't never gonna say we over. You mine, girl. Ma girl. Ms fiance. Hell, you should have been ma fucking wife yesterday. Yesterday was the seventh, you fucking remember?" Her face twitched. "The fucking seventh you picked for our wedding. And you doing this fucking shit right now?" She folded her arms and looked away. I moved my eyes to Marcel. He is staring at me with a smirk. The one thought I never want to accept filled my head. And that is the thing Imani has been singing to me since last night. I don't wanna fucking believe or accept that fucking shit. I moved my eyes to Shawty. She is still looking away

"I left him while you were still growing inside me. I chose you over everything he had. And I would choose you again a thousand times." I reached across and put my small hand over hers. She turned her palm up and held it. "Promise me something," she whispered. "Anything, Mama." "Never marry a billionaire." .... *Twenty three years later.* .... The restaurant was beautiful in the way that expensive things always are, all dim gold lighting and white linen and the kind of silence that money buys so that rich people never have to hear the world outside. I sat across from Gabriel Weston and watched his mouth move. He was saying the right things. They always say the right things. Flowers on the ta