Marry Old Man Novels & Stories

I could've sworn I'd heard it somewhere before, but I could not place. Seconds later, we were legally married. The man dipped a hand into his jacket and extracted a check which he handed to me. My eyes widened when I saw it was for ten million dollars, the exact amount my family owed. My eyes flashed back to him. Who the hell was this guy? "Clear the debt and get yourself ready. We have somewhere to be tomorrow. I will wire some money to your account for you to go shopping for a nice outfit." "Where are we going? To meet your parents?"

There were even times, for several days, they couldn't meet in person because he left very early before Daisy woke up and came home very late after she slept. "Marriage is a long time, but when you're old and can't have fun anymore, you'll realize that everything feels so short that it makes you regret it. I don't want you to feel the same regret as me, so don't just live for your job. Live by seeing your wife's face a lot, so you won't regret it when you see her grow old," advised the old man. The old man then extended his right hand to River, making River accept it with both hands.

Helping the old man sit on the sofa, Mark poured another glass of water handing him his medicine. "Huh, now you think of my health." The old man sneered taking the medicine. "The marriage will go on as planned, you can't just change it." Old Mr Johnson stated firmly. "I don't want to marry someone I don't love, someone I can't stand being with." Mark stated trying to convince the old man. "That poor girl loves you so much, isn't it enough for both of you? Besides, she has been waiting for you to come from your business trip to arrange the official engagement."

This did not mean that his job was dirty as well. Some people were just strange like that, keeping a low profile the richer they were--to the point that their repulsively low profile was close to being stingy. Javier did not judge the old man by his looks and greeted him seriously before asking about his purpose of visit. The old man was direct as well. “My daughter’s getting married, so I’d like to look at a property as her wedding fit.” That was no problem, so Javier led the old man and introduced him to the property they had seriously.

A flash of humiliation crossed his face. "Fallen for you? How could I possibly fall for you? Let me tell you, in this life, the next life, and every life after that, I would never fall for a boring, old woman like you." Calla had known this all along. Grayson had only married her because of their engagement. It had been an obligation, nothing more. He had never liked her. Since their childhood, he had only been bound to her by the so-called marriage arrangement. Calla smiled faintly and made a gesture inviting him to leave. "In that case, who I marry has nothing to do with you. Please leave and stop disrupting my life. Otherwise, I'll call the police.

I replied despondently. "But Sarah..." she began, desperation evident in her voice. "Raya, please, let's not cry over spilled milk anymore," I interrupted, resigned to my unfortunate fate. Silence filled the room as I sat there, my spirit crushed, unsure of any glimmer of hope. Then, the sound of the door creaking shattered the silence, revealing the repulsive figure of the pot-bellied old man I was about to marry. He wheezed as he forced himself through the doorway, panting like an exhausted horse.

Old Master said with pity, his face full of pain. Archie snorted lightly. "Grandfather, I mean to say that I don't have any emotional support for the wife that I am marrying now." "Isn't that so? Don't think that I live far away. I don't know what happened to you. Aren't you being too reckless on the day of your wedding? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at? And that little girl, Emma. She knew how to climb onto a man's bed at such an old age. If you marry this kind of girl, even if I die, I won't be able to rest in peace." Old Master said angrily and embarrassingly.

His eyes came to me immediately. “My wife,” Adrian said. Even. Unhurried. Like the words cost him nothing. Professor Marsh looked at me with an expression that rearranged itself quickly from surprise to something more practised. “Elena,” I said. I extended my hand. “It is a pleasure.” He shook it. His smile lived on the surface and did not go deeper. “You kept this quiet,” he said to Adrian. “I keep most things quiet,” Adrian said. The man laughed too loudly.

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.

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 nor so bothered voice, if the old man was furious previously then he was fast and furious now.