Romans & histoires Marry Old Man

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man in a navy suit walked in carrying a thick folder. He offered me a polite smile before taking the seat across from me. “Good morning, Miss Olivia, my name is Hayes, Mr Kingsley’s attorney. He placed the folder on the table and slid it towards me. “I'd like you to read the marriage agreement carefully before signing anything”. I looked down at the document. It was thicker than I expected. “Is all of this….really necessary?”. I asked Mr Hayes smiled professionally. “When the groom is Damian Kingsley, every detail is necessary”.

“And very old to be useful. I have arranged your marriage to Elder Harkin. Marriage. To Elder Harkin. A man with an ego bigger than his age. A sixty-three year old elder who was known for his greed and cruelty towards women. A man who already had six wives, two already deceased from labour and continuos torture. They wanted to sell me off to death himself. “You’re sending me off to a man who would kill me within a week.” I spoke, shaking with both fear and anger. “An elder.” He corrected me. “Elder Harkin. And yes, you should be honored. For once in your miserable existence, you'll actually be useful to this pack."

she asked, holding back her anger. The old man turned to the old woman with a slight smile. “Why are you so angry? Shouldn't you welcome your husband's return warmly after I've been living abroad for years?” he asked. The old woman pointed at the woman in the maroon dress. “Why did you brought this woman?” she asked. The man brushed away the old woman's hand that was pointing at the woman beside him. “Keep your hands off my wife,” he said, shocking everyone there. It felt like being hit by a hard rock. It hurt so much to hear her husband say that so casually in front of her. “What do you mean? Answer me, Leonard!” ordered the old woman.

"Everyone knows that you love Sabrina. How could you possibly marry someone else? Sabrina loves you too. That's why I'm willing to give the two of you my blessing…" Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke. "That's impossible," Sabrina mumbled. "There's simply no way that you're married. You wore my favorite red shirt today. You even used my favorite cologne. You knew that I was going to propose to you today, didn't you?" I didn't understand why, but I was suddenly struck with the realization that it was pointless to talk to them. "I'm married," I repeated. "Our relationship ended three years ago, Sabrina. I'm a married man now, so stop bothering me. My reputation will be affected if someone

I returned my gaze to his face. “Old man,” I said calmly, “I got my marriage certificate today.” Beside me, Adrian stiffened, disbelief practically written across his face. For goodness’ sake, was that any way to start a conversation like this? At least make some small talk before dropping something like that! On the screen, the old man’s image trembled slightly before stabilizing—a subtle betrayal of his composure. “…Who did you marry?” he asked after a pause. At his question, the faintest trace of a smile touched my lips.

He does not hesitate to show force and violence to him and by the rage, Alec was showing now, it seems like he was not scared even a bit with the old man. "You knew we had a talk eight years ago. You knew all along that Emerald will be your future wife and now is the time, Alec. You'll marry her whether you like it or not." The old man evilly stated. Stunned by what she heard, her eyes switched from Don Alonzo to Alec giving him questioning stares. What does the old man saying they talked eight years ago about this marriage? So all along Alec knew about this arranged marriage?

A dark stubble shadowed his jaw, and deep hollows carved out the space beneath his eyes, which were shot through with red. He was breathing hard, like he'd been waiting outside for hours, biding his time until he found a way in. The moment his eyes landed on me, they turned glassy. "Elena…" His voice scraped out of him, cracked and raw. "I searched everywhere for you. Everywhere. I've been going out of my mind. And now I finally find you—and you're marrying another man?" I blinked, struggling to reconcile this wreck of a man with the Brian I once knew.

I didn’t fail to notice the gazes thrown our way, and I knew that wasn’t for me but for the beautiful devil next to me. “Marcel,” the familiar voice of the old man rang somewhere in the hall, we turned to the direction of the voice. “You are my 'fiancée'…” It’s been a week since I heard that word. “He… knows me. He knows I work for him. How did we meet? Why can’t I just be your new girlfriend?” I whispered hastily, not forgetting to smile as we approached the old man in a wheelchair. “My grandfather believes more in arrangements. He just wants me married with a kid, nothing more.”

" you... You. How dare you speak to me like that." "yes yes yes anything else you wanna talk about." The old man's anger had reached it's peak but he managed to calm himself down. " I have found a bride for you and you will meet her on the day of the banquet in a week. You also don't have a choice in this. It's either you marry her or lose your inheritance." This was his final warning. "Fine I will marry her but I have a condition. You are not allowed to interfere with our marriage or decide when we get married."

It answered when it approached where I was. "This is one." The old woman put the brief in the bag. I gave the payment at the same time I also gave what I bought. "For your boyfriend?" He asked with a crooked smile. "Come on! No!" I answered immediately. bad? Boyfriend?! "Weh? Is he your wife?" He said still smiling maliciously. "No!" I refuse. Is this inheritance really bad? like buying briefs, boyfriend, and husband right away? The old man was laughing that I had already left there, I almost sped up my steps. Of all the things he would joke about, that still came out of his mouth. I don't want to get married. I will finish college. Huhuhu.