Reverse Psychology To Get Him To Marry You Novels & Stories

Millie couldn't tell what he was feeling from his tone. "Then hurry up and register your marriage. Let me pass away in peace." "We'll register our marriage immediately." Pierce and Millie went out of the ward. Pierce then said, "Ms. Jordan, I'd like to ask you to play along and register for a fake marriage license with me. We'll visit him together sometimes to make him happy. I can pay for your trouble. Just tell me how much you want." Millie felt her heart beating quickly when she heard these words from him. She'd suddenly thought of a way to exact revenge on Stefan. And that would be to get together with his best friend, Pierce.

Sierra also had her pride. "However, forcing won't do any good," Chris said. Paige looked at him, puzzled. "Why?" Chris explained, "People who want to get married will marry you no matter what. For those who don't want to marry you, no amount of pressure will work. Even if you force someone to marry you through extreme means, the marriage won't be happy." Paige suspected Chris was cursing Sierra, cursing that she would be unhappy after marriage.

"I know Dad will never agree to this. But you understand me better. You just have to convince him. Or actually, you don't even have to tell him right away. Just make the arrangements. All I need is for you to hand over the shares to Frank before we say our vows at the wedding. He will reject them if you give him after the wedding. But before the wedding, he will be afraid that rejecting your gift might make you get angry and call off the wedding. Just give him before the wedding, please. That way he can't refuse. After that, we'll get married and everything will be perfect." "You want me to do this behind your father's back?" "Just temporarily! You can tell him later!" "Princess, this is a t

“Yeah, I might have done this because of what I wanted to gain by marrying her, but I love her genuinely, Dad. Besides, after our marriage, she’s going to be with me for the rest of her life. How do you want her to like me if I do that to her?” Reynold smacked his head. “You fool!” he snapped. “I never said you have to do it by yourself. Get someone to get it done for you. And you know who I am talking about. If she does it, no one will even suspect you. After all, both of them are already clashing.” Liam sighed and ruffled his hair. “But you do know I love her right? She’s going to go through pain—“

Instead, I played along with him. "Why are you forcing it? I have been waiting so long for this?" I said, rubbing his thighs and he stiffened immediately. "Really? You have been waiting so long for this? Wow." He bats his lashes. How can a foolish being like him fall for my manipulation? He is crazy, I swear. "Yes, babe. I just wanted you to chase after me and we will get married." I told him and his knees weakened.

Instead of the love and admiration I once had, it's now hate and nothing more than that. Now to the issue that brought me to Jake's office. We are discussing our marriage and Jake doesn't seem to be embracing the notion that I'm going to be Mrs Aloysius. But who cares, I might as well use this opportunity to get back at him, and there is always room for divorce any way.

“You were happy to let go. Happy to stop trying. And now you don’t even want to hear me out.” I stare at him, refusing to back down. He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated, shaking his head. “You want this marriage to work?” His tone shifts—lower, colder. “Then you’re going to have to get pregnant.” The air leaves my lungs. He takes a slow step closer. “That’s the only way we fix this. The only way we move forward. You know it. I know it.” “No,” I say, steady. “I already told you—I’m not getting pregnant.”

After that, I would have tried to convince him to date me. But it all went down the drain. Now he would forever think that I was scheming with her Mom and trying to trap him in marriage. He doesn’t want any kind of relationship with me. I can’t forget the way he said that he would have to get married to me if he had slept with me like he was getting poisoned.

The moment he finished speaking, the barrage of scrolling comments appeared in my vision again. [Wake up, heroine! The male lead's soul has been watching over you this whole time!] [Don't be stupid! If you give up the dress today, he'll love you even more when he returns in three years!] [Be good to your adopted sister. That's how you win the male lead's heart!] I cut him off immediately. "Why can't I remarry?" Larry froze. "You're not my husband. What right do you have to tell me what I can or can't do?"

But who would have thought that I would meet her on a cold night, married and distressed? I was sad, but not after I heard it wasn’t a happy marriage. That gave me leverage. That renewed my hope. She hadn’t slipped off completely. I could still get her back. I agreed that my personal interest pushed me to suggest her agreement to the open marriage, but I still wanted to help her. But right now, I think I will just play a fair game. If this pretense makes her marriage work, I will accept defeat and let her go. But if she ends up falling in love with me, I will cling to her and never let go.