Reasons Why I Want To Marry You Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I knew the moment I saw her picture in the bride catalog that once I married the girl, I would be doomed and I did marry the girl my father had chosen for me and I was very nearly doomed. I had conjured up enough reasons to stay away from her. Reasons like she wasn't the girl I had wanted to be my wife, she was a gold digger who took the first chance of selling her body for the life of riches, and the biggest and by far the most upholding reasons that I didn't love her. And I was able to keep all those reasons until she wasn't in my arm's reach and I needed...I wanted to touch her, fuck her and make her mine.

His eyebrows were more crooked than ever before as he has no idea what I am talking about her. Why men are so complicated to understand? Those deep dark eyes were more fluid than ever before, does he wants to say something? Does he have something in his heart? Still, I am not going to marry just for the sake of his plan. I want to marry someone who loves me, I don't want any pretending in my life. If I ever have to marry someone I would marry for love, not for any other purpose. "I am not going to marry you!" The time was running, I must return to my home to check on my mother.

“Do you actually want to marry me? Do you want to marry all of us? Or are you doing this because it feels like the next logical step, or because you think it’s what we want?” The question caught Anya off guard. She’d been so focused on the logistics and the emotional significance that she hadn’t examined her own motivations carefully. “I want to marry you,” she said finally. “I want to marry Nikolai and Alexei. Not because of obligation or because it’s the next step, but because you’re the people I want to build my life with. Because Elena deserves to understand that the family she’s in is intentional and real and not some temporary arrangement.” She paused. “But I’m also scared. I’m scared

“If I move in with you, Liam, within days I’ll start wanting more. I will want to spend every day with you, to know every part of your life. I will ask you to take me to your childhood home, to meet your mum and sister properly, hoping they’ll approve of me this time. “Then I’ll start dreaming bigger—dreaming of being your only one. I’ll want you to marry me, to have children with me, so the world knows I’m yours and you’re mine. Because people are insatiable, Liam. And that’s the real reason you’ve never accepted me. You’ve always known I’d want too much.”

I admit. His expression softens, careful not to crowd me. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” I say. “But not the way I used to.” He waits. “I don’t want to marry you because it makes us safer,” I continue. “I don’t want it to be paperwork against the world. I want it to be… a choice.” His voice is quiet when he answers. “So do I.” I smile faintly. “That’s new for us.” “It is,” he agrees. “And I like it.”

“I can marry you under a few conditions.” “Here we go.” He grumbled as though he was expecting me to say that. I ignored his words. “First, I want to know why you want to get married so urgently. Are you an illegal immigrant? Also, why does it have to be me?” “My late grandfather wanted me to have a wife. I chose you because you seem like the least trouble. I’m starting to question my opinion.” His brows furrowed.

He could at least ask them from me in return. "Why don't you want to get married?" My eyes froze on his words and fist tensed. I had millions of reasons to not get married but he wouldn't understand any of it. He would think me as a loon for being like this and that these things only good in books, not in real life. Staring ahead, I formed one reply which was enough. "Because I don't want to be tied in arrange marriage." What if after getting married I didn't like him? What if we weren't compatible together? What if he hated my choices and decisions? What if I couldn't love him or he looked for some other qualities? What if he might be hiding something from me before marriage?

“You rarely have personal time with me. you wonder if I will love you. Why did you ask me to marry you? “ “And how is it related?” Mirawadee asked while looking at him. Even if you never expected love from a marriage, agreeing to marry this man is a distinct case. Marrying him is only for her safety and peace in life. “I was never paranoid. No matter what reason you marry me, I’m just wondering why me? I mean, you can choose a better lady than me.” A young woman does not expect love from a man who has already met a few times. The reason she accepted the marriage was purely selfish.

“Maybe he like…shit. I don’t know. I’m confused.” “It’s fine. This is a mafia marriage like I always knew I would end up in. I never told you that the reason I stopped reading the smutty manga you tried to get me to read wasn’t because of the smut. It’s because I was sure I would never get this—a marriage where I would want my husband and most importantly where he really wanted me. For years, I never allowed myself to become wishful or long for what I couldn’t have. I’m lucky that I do want Milos, it makes things easier. I think we could have a good marriage. He promised he wouldn’t cheat if…” I blush. “He promised. I’ll try, I think what’s important is he will too.”

"What do you want? You got everything you wanted right?" "Why do you protect me?" Yeah. What do I want exactly? Why do I protect her? She was Pavlov’s fiancé and I wanted to marry her in order to piss him off and make him realize how it does feel like to lose someone that was supposed to be yours but it seems like at the end the only one pissed off is me because I can't fucking understand what I really want from her. I knew that marrying her would bring me more power that I didn't want any other my opponent to have. And she was right. I got everything I wanted then why the fuck I want to embrace her in my arms and inhale her sweet scent while snuggling my face into the crook of her neck. Why