I Never Will Marry Novels & Stories

Sitting inside the car parked in front of the civil registry office, holding her marriage certificate, Alexa still could not believe it. She was truly married to Devan, a man eleven years older than her. Without her father’s knowledge, and without anyone else knowing. “From now on, you are my wife, and also my spokesperson when meeting clients.” That firm, deep voice pierced her ears. When Alexa turned her head to look at Devan, she could only nod slowly. “Do you need me to take you home to pack your things?”

"Marriage certificate? What are you talking about? Why would you and Edwin have such a document?" I laughed coldly. "It's none of your business." "Ella, there's a limit to losing your temper. Are you trying to trick everyone by printing a fake document? Do you think I'll believe you?" I watched as he got worked up over this while staring at the stamp on the document. He roared, "Impossible! Why would Edwin be willing to marry you? You're nothing but a… But a…" I smiled as I looked back at him. "What has it got to do with you that I'm marrying him? He's my boyfriend of four years, so who are you to question me? Why would you be so mad over this?"

My skin burned, but the woman in front of me had hurt me far worse. I wondered, 'Why would she lie to me if she no longer loves me? Did she think I deserved this treatment just because I was a complete doormat in the past? Or is she just worried she's going to lose her free maid and a useful tool to make herself look good in front of her friends?' I looked at her and let out an icy laugh. Then, I asked her, deliberately enunciating each word slowly and clearly, "Did we really get married? Am I really listed as your spouse on your wedding certificate?"

I wrenched myself free from her grip and shoved the invitation page with the bride and groom’s names in front of her. “Do you see it clearly now? It’s right here on the invitation. As I said earlier, I didn’t lie.” One by one, my former classmates fell silent and quickly left under various excuses. Soon, only Harper and I remained in the private room. I saw no point in continuing the argument. I picked up my coat and prepared to leave. Just as I reached the door, she stopped me. Her eyes were red and brimming with pain. “Jayden, why must you marry someone else? We’ve been together for eight years. Couldn’t you wait a little longer? All I wanted was to wait until the company stabilized before

Ivan said almost immediately after I walked into his office. "Mr. Trevelyan–sorry, Ivan?" "What?" "I want my mum and sister to be at the engagement party. It is a contract marriage but I want my mum to experience the joy of seeing her daughter get engaged." "Alright. We'll go to Seattle this evening," he said calmer than usual which made me furrow my eyebrows. I had expected a glare and an angry yell. What crawled out of his ass? Calm, Isabelle, calm. Don't shout–

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

No illusions. Just the clarity of being wanted without negotiation. In the morning, he was gone. No note. No apology. I told myself it was a mistake. I told myself it meant nothing. I told myself I would marry Marcus. Present **************** Adrian hasn’t interrupted once. “That night,” he says finally, “you intended to continue with the wedding.” “Yes.” “You would have married him.” “Yes.” “And you didn’t suspect.” “I refused to calculate.” He studies me for a long moment.

Is he doing what I think he is doing? Looking at his beautiful eyes I'm lost in this moment when I see him take out a box from his jacket. "Will you marry me?" he asks and my tongue gets stuck in my mouth for a moment, I look into his eyes and hardly remember to breathe. I never had any idea he would want to get married, I didn't see this coming at all! "Yes!" I say when he instantly gets up and captures my lips with his in a hard kiss while he holds my head with his hand. Placing my hands behind his head I pull him closer and deepen the kiss when his arm comes around my waist and he pulls me tight to his body.

You don't need to ask for my opinion. While munching on a piece of toast, I curtly said, "Got it." He wanted me to keep things simple, huh? Well, the wedding wasn't going to have any photos, guests, or an officiant. It wasn't even going to have a bride. Dante looked at me as I calmly ate my breakfast. After giving it some thought, he added, "After the wedding, let's go to Aerona for our honeymoon. I know you've always wanted to go."