Reverse Psychology To Get Him To Marry You Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You are using her. Man I get it she can help you but how are you supposed to make her marry you? You are certainly not thinking of giving her a sudden marriage proposal, are you?" Christian remained silent as he stood up and left before saying, "I just came here to tell you that I have decided to fulfill my promise." Then next year, after preparing everything to make her his bride, he first made her lose her job from the shop so that she faced money problems. But soon she got another job and he knew it's not enough. He made sure it won’t and then he sent the marriage proposal to her. He was so amused to know that she tore his card the moment she came to know about the terms of marriage.

“As long as you are single, even if I let you go this time, I will force you again the next time around. Maybe your next fiance will be worse than Dorothy.” Jimmy did not hide his intentions and grinned. “To me, you are a marriage tool. When your mother was pregnant with you, I thought, no matter if you were a boy or girl, I was planning to make you marry a kid from a wealthy family and take over their family company. “Now, if you’re going to ruin what I’ve been planning for so many years, you can get married. If you can promise to stay married, I can’t do anything about it, can I?”

He leaned forward just a little, voice low and soothing, the same tone he used when he told me to trust him at the altar. “I know, sweetheart. That’s why this is going to make me the happiest husband alive. Letting my best friends ruin you on our wedding night? That’s the ultimate gift you can give me. It’s going to strengthen our marriage like nothing else. You’ll see. You’ll feel so full, so used, so owned… and you’re going to love every filthy second. All those dirty thoughts you’ve had when you touched yourself at night? This is your chance, Ava. Be my good girl. Please me. Say yes.” My throat tightened.

"In fact, I have a good mind of heading back to The Castle right now and leaving you to swim through your shit on your own." "But then you don't get the penthouse," Andrei reminded her, stopping short of cheering when she caved and turned back to him. "You're right, I'm already here. I've played my part and showed up like you wanted me to. It would be such a waste to lose what's rightfully mine!" "That's the spirit!" Andrei said, nodding his approval. Sweetening their deal, he continued, "If you marry me, I'll throw you in the penthouse for free. It will be my wedding gift to you."

"Marry me for one year." No emotions. No questions. No love. Just a signature that will save her job, her family from debt, and her reputation. He needs a wife to secure a powerful political–business alliance that will determine the future of his empire. It’s strictly business. Strictly contractual. Strictly no feelings. Until possession, jealousy, and forbidden attraction begin to break every clause they signed. And when the alliance is threatened, Scarlet realizes she was never just a convenient bride… She was a pawn in a dangerous game between powerful men.

he asked, his tone mocking. “Because being bitter and rude isn’t helping either of us,” I snapped. “And I think it’s hilarious how you’re acting like I begged to marry you. Newsflash: I didn’t want this either. You think you’re miserable? Join the club. You’re not the only one who got dragged into this. But here we are.” His jaw tightened, and I could see the storm brewing in his eyes. “You married me because of the peanuts my parents gave yours. So quit the fvcking innocent act you're wearing now,” he spat, his voice low and dangerous.

“Well she doesn't seem to think so, does she?” He was silent. He knew I was right. “You need to sort your shit out.” “It's complicated.” He said, running a hand through his hair. This topic certainly stressed him out. “I don't see why it should be.” I replied. “What's stopping you from marrying her instead? I'm sure it's number one on her bucket list.” “I can't marry her.” “I don't see why not.” “Look, for one, it's none of your business. And two, you've already signed the papers. It can't be reversed. So don't object, and just do as you're told.”

" I was shocked that he already knew, but I didn't show it. I locked my gaze on him, "Marcus, I married you only because you said you'd help me get revenge. I married you as a way to show appreciation for everything you've done for me. You don't have the right to question how I take my revenge. Our marriage is solely for revenge–nothing more." Something painful and raw flashed across his face. His hand slowly left mine. He acts this way every time I remind him that our marriage isn't a normal one. He can't fall in love with me, never.

The bite mark I left on her neck was already healing, but the possessiveness I felt surged through me like wildfire. She was mine now—more than ever.I am falling for her more day by day. I reached for my phone, my fingers hovering over the screen before finally typing a message. "I'm getting married." I hesitated for a second before adding another line. "Don't interfere." I sent it. The response came quicker than I expected. "Marriage? Congratulations, son. But don’t forget our deal. You know what will happen if you stray from it." I clenched my jaw, staring at the words. The congratulation was hollow. I knew better than to trust it.

"What do you want me to do then? I'm already smiling here like a complete idiot. Should I kiss you torridly in front of them just to make them believe we are in some sort of understanding?" He smirked and his fingers on my waist were then slowly tapping. "Why don't you try?" "Thank you very much," I fired. "but no." "Why wouldn't you? I think that is a very effective way to assure them that we are in love with each other that's why we're getting married." "We're never getting married," I pointed out. "Well, at least in the people's eyes?" "Whatever. Let's just get over this party. I'm getting dizzy with all the 'congratulation' thing."