Marrying Into Her Family 소설 & 이야기

“Her family has to be in agreement for this to work. That’s the point of all of this, son. We’re supposed to unite our families so that we may be stronger in the future. You’ll be in control of the family when your father and I pass on, and we want you to be sorted, Luca. You need to make your own connections, and marriage is a step in the right direction.” “I don’t need connections,” I tell her, and she slaps her thighs and rolls her eyes. “This whole thing was an experiment. It wasn’t necessary. There are no rules, and no obligations. Marrying into a family with good connections was supposed to be a bonus, not a necessity.” “Yes, Luca, but—” “The Walshes were never on your list,” I remind

She loved him with all her heart, and she would do anything for him, and probably marry him… It was just that she didn’t know how that would help their situation. Marrying Eric wouldn’t just be marrying Eric… she would be marrying his family—his father he didn’t mind, the hacienda, and other versions of Eric as he was to people she had never even met from his companies and social circle. The Eric who had been with her here in the hacienda surely wouldn’t be the same when he was dealing with people in Manila.

She grew up in the village, where everyone knew she was born into the underworld. Chris wanted to ask if her mother had connections to the underworld, but he bit his tongue before the words escaped. Suddenly, his disordered thoughts recalled the teachings on marriage ingrained in him from a young age. "We come from the four major families and usually arrange marriages within our circles to consolidate our status." Even if they didn't marry into the four major families, their spouses came from influential backgrounds, such as the Irwins of Southeast Aciatic. - Chris gripped the railing tightly.

Everything Vivienne said was true, and honestly, she had every right to hate Tatiana's family. "Let me spell it out for you," Vivienne went on. "This isn't a real marriage. It's a contract. You're here for two things and two things only: take care of Rafael, and give this family an heir. Once that's done, you and I are done. You won't have anything to do with this family ever again." Tatiana lowered her head and said nothing. Not because she agreed. But because she was too worn out to waste her breath arguing with someone who'd already slammed the door on her.

So she decided to knock again. Thankfully, this time, she heard a very faint but cold come in. She twisted the door knob happily awaiting the face of her soon to be husband. She always dreamt that her husband should be an angel. Eleanor gazed at the figure in front of her and she couldn't help but gape. This is an angel indeed, She couldn't believe she was going to get married to this amazing figure. Suddenly, she was on cloud nine. Thinking of the many things they were going to do together.

He had exactly seven days to get a woman to agree to marry him. One week to see how he would make a marriage contract. He wouldn't get married even if he was drunk, that was something completely foreign to someone like him. As soon as he left the office, he called a good friend of his. A good lawyer, he knew he was going to need it. He knew that finding a woman would not be a problem, but if he wanted to inherit the position in the company, she had to be someone capable of reaching his level. It couldn't be just any girl.

she chuckled, “just like your father.” We didn’t talk about him often. I froze at the mention of his name. “He would be proud of you, Lia,” she said. “You’ve grown into a strong, beautiful woman. And now you’re about to marry into one of the most respected families in the country.” That knot in my stomach tightened. She looked at me, then added gently, “I know it’s not easy. But sometimes, happiness grows where we least expect it.” I forced a smile. “I’ll be okay.”

It's because, in her whole life, she already experiences the formalities, the royalties, companies, and other etiquette for higher rank families. She wanted to escape those by fleeing to another country but her family would always drag her back to their house and always tell her to get married in an instant to let them manhandle our company when they are still in good shape. They also badly wanted her to produce offspring but she refused to do so.

"Joe, love is between two people, but marriage involves two families. If you want to marry her and she wants to marry you, the first thing you need to do isn't just proposing. It's... introducing her to your family." "Take her home?" "Yes. See if your family likes her, accepts her, and is satisfied with her. See if she can integrate into your family and feel comfortable and welcomed." Joe slapped his hand suddenly. "Right! How did I not think of this?!" His mind was filled with thoughts of cozying up with Summer, and they had been living in their own world. He forgot to introduce her to his parents. Gale looked at him disdainfully. "Does your IQ drop to zero when you fall in love?"

"I’ve thought it through. I'll marry the Ashford family’s comatose heir." Rhea Vaughn leaned against the doorway of the Vaughn family’s old residence, her red lips curving into a sharp, mocking smile. The cigar in Victor Vaughn’s hand nearly slipped and fell onto the priceless Persian carpet. He jerked upright from his leather chair, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out as his face lit up. "Rhea, you’ve come around? That’s wonderful! The Ashfords have been pressing hard. You’ll need to marry into Harborwyn in the next two weeks. What style of wedding dress do you like? I will have someone order it for you—"