Marry Myself Novels & Stories

So, Eric, I don't want you anymore. He shook his head frantically, panic written all over his face. "No, it's not like that. Gina, I was wrong. I'm sorry, I really am! I regret it so much. It was just a moment of impulse." He tried to reach for me, but Jonah blocked him. "Gina, please believe me. I know I messed up. I love you. I've always loved you. You're the one I want to marry." Tears welled up in Eric's eyes—the kind of tears that came with the crushing realization of losing me for good, a mix of regret and panic.

He said and with that, he left the apartment. I didn't see how it was possible to say all that without twitching an eyelid. I had never known that things like this happened in real life. I thought contract marriages were only limited to the fictional world. What the hell had I gotten myself into? I walked to the window and watched his Range Rover drive off. I raked my hands through my blonde hair as only one thought crossed my mind. It's official. I'm getting married to a robot.

my breath caught, but I cleared my throat and balled my hands into fists. My choice. Not Victor’s, or Merrick's. Mine. A man of my own choosing. “Will you…marry me?”

she asked. "You won't understand," I whispered to myself, grinning my teeth as different thoughts ran through my head at that point, and I must do anything to leave the bondage called marriage.

Silvia asked. “This is not a marital or romantic proposal. This is strictly a business proposal. You can call it a contract marriage” he replied. Ralph had a nonchalant look on his face, which was a sign that talking about this wasn't a big deal to him. “A contract marriage? What do I get in return, sir?” Silvia was forced to ask. “Your mother will get the heart transplant, and I will pay up her hospital bills. You don't have to worry about that again,” he explained.

I still can’t get over the fact that I was dead, and then I had to be arranged for a marriage after everyone thought I was dead. And I’m marrying Hendrik. Perhaps my old self would be pleased. The new me? The real me? No way. “No,” I hiss under my breath as I grab a handful of stones, swinging my arms as I hurl them straight at the water. The sound of the stone breaking through the surface is calming me down, but not enough to stop sitting on the mud. “NO!” Imagine being married off like that. They’re trying to get rid of me, I know. And I don’t even want to be here.

She couldn’t run from him in her current condition. Her body cramped, and she felt the hot slickness between her thighs as it covered the leather interior of the car. She couldn’t move, her body ached, and she could feel fresh bruises forming. “I won’t marry you, Yuri. I won’t marry anyone.” “Oh, you don’t have the choice. Remember the video. My slut is now a permanent piece in my collection.”

Damn! "But Tera, what I mean is let's try to live a proper marriage. You are not just a wife who serves meals, drinks, clothing, and so on, but also serves me as you should, by welcoming me, speaking kindly with me, making time for me, coming back to the bedroom for a hug like just now, and doing things that should be daily activities for us. Train yourself in this marriage, open yourself up, open your heart, open the opportunity for this relationship to grow. Then, if your efforts in this marriage succeed, go ahead and find a man you want to pursue."

But I knew if I didn’t fix myself soon, I wasn’t just going to lose my marriage. I was going to lose everything... Myself. Mario. My sanity.