Novel & Cerita Parents Force Bella To Marry Edward Fanfiction

Sean frowned but didn't send any messages to him. After all, the marriage arrangement between their families was still being discussed. It was clear now that Edward had no intention of going through with it. It was solely his father, Bennett Fowler, pushing for it. Sean made a call. When the line connected, he said flatly, "Mom, forget about the marriage with the Fowler family. We're not going to humiliate ourselves to marry Alice off to some divorced man. "Besides, Edward's playing games—posting a marriage certificate after the divorce just to embarrass us? That kind of man is trash."

Her mother sighed heavily, picking up a discarded dress from the floor. “You shouldn’t let something like that ruin your chances. If your father hears about this, he’ll be furious. We’re already on the edge of bankruptcy—marrying Zac is the only way to save our family from falling apart.” Bella shook her head, frustration clouding her expression.“I know, Mom. But I love him… I’ve always loved him. Why should I have to beg for his love? Why can’t he just choose me completely?” Her mother sighed, picking up a dress from the floor. “This engagement is more than just love. You have to play smart.”

“Well, she knows what she’s doing. If Bella hadn’t gone abroad, do you really think she would’ve become the Don's wife? The moment Gideon heard Bella was coming back, he sent a private jet and a dozen bodyguards to bring her home. "Evelyn is being cooperative because she’s probably just trying to save herself some dignity. After all, choosing to leave is better than getting thrown out.” Bella let out a little gasp, covering her mouth as though something had just dawned on her. Then, she clung to our father’s arm. “Dad, you’re so smart! I didn’t even think of that.” My parents laughed. They doted on her, brushing her nose as their eyes filled with affection.

“Maybe you wanted to shift brides? Should I marry you instead?” “How long have you been in there?” Allen asked Bella with a dark face. Bella shrugged her shoulders and leaned over the door’s frame. “Well, long enough to know that Gaspal Ricks declines your marriage proposal?” Allen’s face contorted even more. “Stop talking nonsense and go back to your room!” But Bella wasn’t afraid of him as she used to be when she was younger. Instead, she shifted her playful gaze to Gaspal Ricks, who was silently watching the family drama unfold in front of him.

"We never got to fulfill that dream" "You're in Paris, Bella," I cut in, my voice softer than intended, a reassurance to stave off the pain. "And you did fulfill that dream, even if she isn't here with you". The words felt hollow the moment they left my lips. Like a weak attempt to soften something that couldn't be softened. Because what kind of comfort was that? Could it cover up the fact that on her very first visit to Paris, was her husband taking her to his uncle for his own selfish interest?

"Aren’t you scared about all this? I mean, yes, there’s the mate bond. But what if it all flips and Bella ends up leaving with Luca?" I let out a deep sigh, thinking it over before answering. "That could happen. I know it. And honestly, I still don’t think Luca is the right man for her. But he’s a good guy. He cares about her, and I’ve seen the way he looks at her. I’ve seen the way he protects her… sometimes even better than I do." I admitted. I continued "Bella deserves all the best things in life. And I’m doing this because it’s what’s best for her. And whatever happens in the end, if Bella is happy… then I’ll find a way to be happy too."

He didn't speak, he didn't speak as loudly as he did when he prayed on the terrace. And I didn't dare to ask him because I noticed his serious, pensive expression. “Bella, please introduce me to your parents.” Brian turned to me and suggested. “Oh, yes. Mom and Dad, I took Brian to visit you two today. He is… is…” “I am the future husband of Bella and the future son-in-law of the two of you.” There is a gentle afternoon breeze blowing into my heart, bringing with it the warm spring sunshine, healing the wounds, soothing the smoldering pain in my heart for many years.

Edward was taken aback, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Wait, hold on a second! You want me to give my daughter away because of money? That's just crazy!" he exclaimed, trying to process the unexpected proposal. The P.A. quickly reassured him, "No, no, no! Calm down, Mr. Edward. We don't mean selling your daughter. It's more like a contract marriage. Mr George will do even more than you asked for. Just sign the contract, and remember, it's all business, no pressure." Mr. Edward couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, realizing the complexity of the situation.

“It might be written somewhere in her genetic code, I wouldn’t know. Certainly, not from me. I’d never do that.” “Yeah, right. Fine, I’ll go, but only if I get a reward!” His tone was suggestive, and she knew exactly what he wanted in return. “Done. And I think that you just proved she got that manipulation trait from you.” “No, love, you’re mistaken! I’m a businessman, and in business, it’s all about giving and taking!” Isabella was no longer listening, she dozed off after she whispered the last words. Edmund Stark never believed that he would be in a position to change a single diaper in his life, nor he imagined that he would sing music for children to his beautiful daughter, but time pro

"I swear to you, Edward, if this is about you throwing a hissy fit because of Alice's new boyfriend, I will spank you over my knee, whether you're too old for that or might like it too much for my own comfort nonwithstanding." That gets me moving away from Bella immediately, who answers my rueful smile with one of her own. Trying to look properly chastised I turn to my mother then, who is still gazing at us levelly. "Why should I? He looks like a decent enough guy." My mother's elegant brows rise, and her snort isn't exactly ladylike.