Marry Me Novelas e Histórias

Days later, Habbab I am standing in the center of the wedding hall, surrounded by friends and family. The ceremony where I paid for my bride, as a symbolic gesture, has ended, and finally, the moment arrives for us to join in matrimony. My heart beats with excitement as I wait for Melek to walk down the aisle toward me. Soft music plays in the background, creating an atmosphere of love and happiness. Finally, I see her. Melek enters the room, radiant in her white dress, her smile lighting up the entire room.

I squeal, the realisation that I would actually be getting married very soon hitting me for the first time. “But...but...but...I am not ready to get married today. I don't have a dress, my hair is a mess, I look like hell, the decorations, the caterers, the guests, the...." AJ takes a hold of my shoulder and shakes me out of my panic.

He cleared his throat and positioned his seat properly to continue his speech. "Alright, let's go now." Grace was stunned. "Leave? Now? Where are you going?" "To the registry office, of course. We need to have a state-recognized marriage certificate." "Right now?" Grace still couldn't believe it was this soon. "Do we have to wait for the hospital to postpone your mom's surgery because you haven't paid the bill? I don't want to regret it because you might change your mind," Noah answered firmly as he stood up. He also extended his hand to Grace and said, "Come on, let's go now!"

“You sold the house we were supposed to share! You could have gave me a notice? You just went ahead and sold it without any regard for me?” I crossed my arms and stared at him. “I told you I was going to sell that house, you seem to forget it was a wedding gift from my parents to us and since there is no marriage between us anymore. I choose to sell it, it belongs to me and not the both of us. That house holds too many memories,I don’t want to keep it, I’m done. If you really wanted to live in that house, you should’ve made that decision before you decided to cheat on me.”

Just on time, the lights spelling ‘Marry Me’ erupted, brightening the whole place just as I simultaneously went down on one knee, “Marry me,” I pleaded. “I want to wake up next to you every morning,” I continued. “I want to fall asleep holding you every night. I want us to make a new history here, right now. In this room, where it all began. Marry me, Katrina. Be my wife, be my forever. Let me spend every single day proving to you that you were always meant to be mine.” For a second, she just stood there, staring at me, with her lips trembling. Then, with a broken cry, she dropped to her knees in

Chapter Seven Karen: He leaned forward even more, smirking. “Marry me. Not for love. For something much bigger.” My breath caught. This should be a prank, right? Or a joke? I forced a laugh, expecting him to crack up with me too but his face remained serious. “What's so funny?” He raised a brow. I cleared my throat. “Sorry?” “You heard me. Marry me. Not for love. Let's get into a contract marriage.” He repeated.

The arrangement is so elegant that something constricts painfully in my chest. When we get to the bedroom and the final design comes into view, my feet grind to a halt. This is a proposal. The words “Marry Me” are written in designs of red and pink petals. Different varieties of a refusal start to dance around in my skull. This is so out of my field of thought that it makes me cringe. I need money for Nonna Matilda’s insulin doses and medical bills, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to marry some stranger. Or is this some kind of kink? What kind of proposal role-play is this?

The kind that comes from deep in your chest when you feel like the weight of the world is sitting on your shoulders. "My mother wants me to get married," she said simply. Sarah blinked. Then blinked again. "I'm sorry, what now?" "You heard me right the first time." "But... how?" Sarah's voice pitched higher with confusion. "I mean, last time I checked, you're completely single. Like, painfully single. No boyfriend, no dating apps, nothing. How can you suddenly get married? Did I miss something major here?" Mia laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Oh, you didn't miss anything. My mother has already taken care of all those pesky details like finding someone for me to marry."

The sound of the waves behind us seemed to vanish, replaced by the tension that suddenly filled the air between us. "Marry me, Emma Woodhouse." I choked, coughing slightly in surprise. I looked at him, searching for any sign that he was joking, but his face was as calm as the sea before a storm. "What? Are you crazy? We just met last night!" "I never waste time on things I don’t want," he cut in without pause. "Marry me, and I’ll pay off all your father’s debts right this minute. I’ll move your mother to the best healthcare facility in the world, with top-notch doctors who’ll look after her twenty-four hours a day."

I looked out the window instead of answering, because I didn't trust my voice not to betray how much that sentence had unsettled the careful architecture of my composure. "The cage," I said finally, testing the word out loud, thinking of the marriage contract, the public conduct clause, the shared residence, the ring that would soon sit on my finger like a brand. "That's what this is, isn't it? You said I'd belong to you completely. That's not a partnership. That's ownership with better manners." He was quiet for a moment, and when I finally looked back at him, his expression had gone unexpectedly raw, the mask slipping just slightly, just long enough for me to see something underneath it th