I Wouldn't Marry Me Either Novels & Stories

I was clearly playing with fire. They both crossed their arms and glared at me. I took in a sharp breath as I spoke softly, "Look, sir, I appreciate you trying to help, but my answer is 'no.' It's creepy and wrong on all levels. We are both like sky and earth, which can never become one. I don't know what your definition of marriage is, but to me, it's sacred. I'm not interested in getting married at all," I admitted with an awkward laugh. "Oh really? You were all set to marry a man whom you barely knew. Now that he eloped, I'm offering to marry you."

" I never think about marriage, not even for a single second. It gives me goosebumps. Marrying someone is like going to prison. "I just got into a scandal, then you will just say that I need to marry someone? Dad, marriage is not a joke; you can't just say it like it's not a big deal! It's my life that will be ruined if I just marry someone that I don't even love," I said, and I was about to walk away from my father, but I heard him talk again.

The moment I stepped through the door, I heard someone ask, "Adrian, do you regret marrying Clara?" He answered without hesitation, "I do. If I could go back in time to 10 years ago, I'd wish I'd never fallen in love with her." The pain in my chest became so unbearable that I could barely breathe. If 18-year-old Adrian had heard those words, I knew for a fact that he would've hated the man he'd become 10 years later.

I said, and I turned to go. Maybe this marriage wouldn’t be that bad

Not because I am not sure that it is her I want to marry but because I am not sure about myself. It isn’t because I don’t want to get married but it’s a matter of I couldn’t yet. Marriage is spending your entire life with that person you love the most so what if she will learn that I am not the right person for her to spend her life with or I would figure out vice-versa.

I simply answered after a while. I would never have gotten married. Never. She looked at me with something akin to concern. "Why?" I knew I was digging myself into a deeper hole, if I answered her question. But I just couldn't help it. "I wouldn't pair any woman with a man like me, Elena. I don't believe in marriage, love, nothing." I said, leaning closer to her. "It's a shame we found ourselves in this situation. But if I had had my way, we wouldn't have."

“If I didn’t act sick, my enemies wouldn’t let down their guard. Plus, I’m not interested in small fights. I want to lure them in and get rid of all of them.’ I became dumbfounded. “Did you reveal to me a highly secretive plan?” It was our first official meeting. Jim scratched his head and blushed a little. “We’re… about to marry each other. You’re not an outsider.” Although it was not the perfect timing, I still ruined his fantasy without any hesitation. “Then… what about the rumor that you always look pale…” At the mention of that, Jim grew furious. “They made that up just because I’m fair and handsome!”

I was terribly shocked that I didn't even react to what he said because I was still processing what he said. Marriage is a topic that never appeared between us till now. I’m still too young for marriage and absolutely not ready for the responsibilities yet, wait fuck. No. I can't marry anyone else except Ryan, because I love that idiot while he didn’t even confess that yet to me. Responsibility and willingness for marriage is a secondary thing now, because I can't marry someone else who is not Ryan.

"If you're sick, go to the hospital. Don't crawl back here and infect everyone with your stupidity." I set the empty cup down with a sharp clink. "Lydia, do you really believe I would abandon my role as the husband of a billion-dollar heiress just to return to being your maid? If one of us has to be insane, then it sure as hell isn't me." I stood up. "You can keep pestering me if you're that eager to give my wife another chance to teach you a lesson." After that, I left without caring that coffee was still dripping from Lydia's hair.

“You’re burnt. Let me apply something or else you’d get a-” “Why can’t you marry me?” He cut me in middle. “It’s not about you. It’s about me. I can’t fucking marry anyone. I’ve never even thought about my wedding. And what the fuck is wrong with you, Atlas?” I yelled, controlling my urge to smash the glass filled with orange juice on the floor. “You’d marry me. Not now, not tomorrow but someday in future, most probably couple of years later. You’d marry me, princess.” He said, his voice hollow as he turned his face in my direction.