Marry Old Man Novels & Stories

If I could do it all over again, I swear I'd love you the way I should have. … I read them one by one, watching Adrian pour out his pain and his longing for me. Still, I felt nothing. After all these years, I'd long since erased the 28-year-old Adrian from my heart. Whenever I looked back, the only Adrian I remembered was the earnest 18-year-old boy. I got married two years later. I married a man who loved me deeply, and together we welcomed a beautiful little girl. My husband asked me what I wanted to name our daughter.

The man sighed loudly before speaking again. “What are you going to do? Marry the girl?” the old man asked. “Of course not,” Reiner replied immediately. “Poor little girl is going to get her poor little heart broken…” the man teased as he made a small voice. “You should go back…” Reiner snapped. “Didn’t I teach you not to half-ass things?” the old man continued with his preaching. “You should return…” Reiner repeated firmly. “Go home, Reiner. Take on some jobs and put your old man in a good mood,” the old man suggested.

At least he's sounding serious now. "It's not a joke, Kay. Mom and dad are hell bent on forcing me to get married but that's not the problem here. The real problem here js asking me to marry someone I barely know, that's the craziest thing I've ever heard or seen. I mean, this ain't a story or movie where some accidents happens between two adults and leading to them getting married. This is reality, man." I said frustratingly. "You know you shouldn't be telling me that, right? You should say that to your parents." He said and I glared at him.

The old man yelled throwing the newspaper at the man standing in front of him. "There is no need for that Grandpa, I already brought home my fiancee. Or rather my wife, the woman I chose to marry is right here." "Gary you don't have to find the information, I will provide you with everything you need. Grandpa." Dylan muttered in a not-so-bothered voice, if the old man was furious previously then he was fast and furious now.

“Sir ,your grandfather is looking for you sir ,the secretary told the already irritated Greg . “Hmmmmm ,alright..let him in please. An old man obviously in his 70s walks in towards Greg. “Grandfather what are you doing in my office,have told you times without number,to please stop coming to my office.” “Greg I won’t leave you alone until you get married and give me grandchildren”. “Ever since your parents died in an accident, you’ve not been able to love someone,I want to carry your children before I die,this old man is not getting any younger “. “Since you are unwillingly to get a woman yourself,I will transfer all my wealth and give it to the orphanage home,you have just three weeks to get

My calendar notification appears at 6:50 AM: Five Years. I dismiss it. I already know what day it is. I have known since I woke at 4 AM and couldn't fall back asleep. Five years ago today, I was supposed to marry Elena Sinclair at St. Patrick's Cathedral. Three hundred guests. String quartet. Flowers imported from Ecuador because Elena mentioned once that she loved blue hydrangeas. Instead, I spent that day in my father's office, listening to him explain why choosing her meant losing everything.

“You know it would have never worked with you and the young master. He doesn’t have a say in his marriage. He was meant to marry Miss Nora before she was even born.” I sipped the last of my coffee and put the mug down then looked away. I wasn’t sure why he was telling me this? “Trust me I don’t care anymore. He can do whatever the fuck he wants as long as he stays away from me. I’m used to disappointment, this isn’t my first heartbreak. So there is no need for you to comfort me, alright?” The old man hummed as he tapped his fingers on the table while some servant offered me another cup of coffee.

Gianna Time moves relentlessly forward… So much had changed in such a short time. Ivan and Amara got married—just like that. No big announcement, no drawn-out plans. Just a sudden trip to Las Vegas and a vow exchange. I couldn’t accompany them, knowing they’d notice the subtle changes in my body that I’d been desperately trying to hide.

Growling, I slapped his hand away. He only raised an eyebrow in amusement, “Oh?” “You…” Hissing, I pushed him away from me, wiping the tears. Realizing that he was an irrecoverable man and this marriage was pointless because- “You are the worst person I have ever met in my entire life, Mister Dariel Cannedy.” And he licked his lips seductively, chuckling, almost proud to hear that. “Good.” Lost in disbelief, my steps retreated, dying to be as far as possible from this man for the rest of the party.

He said and I nodded. “Thank you, Daddy,” I muttered as I sipped the drink that was given to me. “I am glad you are back home Leilani…I am not happy your marriage failed but I always knew something wasn’t right with him and with the fact he stopped you from working… you know you had a promising future always acing everything and giving up everything you worked so hard for, for a man didn’t sit well with me back then but I am glad you are back from such a man, you know you can always come back home if anything is not going well.”