Reverse Psychology To Get Him To Marry You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I paid no mind to his futile outburst and instead opened an audio recording from my cloud drive. Coming through the recording was Josh's voice. "Anna, I don't want you to have Claude's child. How about we just find a way to make him impotent? All you need to do is pretend to get lost, just like you always do. "Anna, since you love me so much, you wouldn't want to see me heartbroken, right?" As soon as the recording was played, the entire lecture hall burst into an uproar. I continued speaking, "On the day of the professor selection, Anna used the same tactic to make me miss my presentation, causing me to lose the position. I don't blame anyone but myself for being blind and loving the wrong

She took the ring off her finger, “Could we talk about this after I’ve decided to get married? It’s really not what I want right now.” He curled his lips into a smirk, as if in self-mockery, “You used to push me into getting married, and now it’s the opposite? What changed? I love you more than ever, yet you’ve gradually lost your feelings for me. I admit that it’s all because of me, and I’m trying my best to fix it. But I’m afraid that there might be some unforeseen events, so I’d rather get married first. If you have any doubts or anything you don’t like about me, we can always work on it in the future. All I want is for you to marry me now.”

"So blackmail." "Transparency." He stands, moves closer. Not threatening, but definitely invading my space. "All you have to do is keep playing your game. Keep making him chase. And when the six months are up, walk away. Simple. Clean. You get your revenge, I get my inheritance, Adrian gets what he deserves—nothing." "And what if I don't want your help?" "Then you're more naive than I thought." His voice turns cold. "Adrian's not the man you knew then. He designed his wounded puppy routine to manipulate your emotions and secure his inheritance."

There was no way I was going to marry anyone just because they said so. And then the idea hit me. I could flip the script, turn her plan against her. If I had to get married, I’d make it work in my favor. I’d use whoever my wife turned out to be as a way to keep tabs on James Genrey’s company, to track their contracts and dealings that were going in and out of the company. It was a perfect counterplay or so I thought.

"That means you can't get out of it easily. You are tied down for now. So, instead of soaking yourself in misery, you can chase to make the best of the situation that has happened to you, and the first step should be getting to know him." I raise an eyebrow, skeptical. "You mean I..." I point to myself, "I should get to know him?" She nods. "Yeah. I did psychology as a course last summer, so I think I might know one or two about his characteristics from the persona you have drafted of him. People like Noah… they don’t act like that for no reason. There’s always this something buried deep inside. And if you can reach that part of him, maybe this marriage won’t feel like a prison anymore."

“You cannot let yourself be distracted. Not now.” “I’m not distracted,” I said quickly. “I just… I don’t like fucking… other people…” She let out a slow sigh, leaning back. “You don’t have to sleep with anyone. You just have to make him jealous. Push his buttons. Make him mad, get a reaction.” I frowned. “And how am I supposed to do that?” She smiled. And it wasn’t a friendly smile. It was the kind that made me wary, that made me wonder exactly what she was planning. “We get married,” she said simply.

"Hahaha! Sucks to be her! She thought she could play that pretty face like a fiddle, but look who's getting exposed now?" "How's five million enough? He deserves some shares! Let this be a painful lesson for her!" … What an extravagant performance. They thought that by cornering me, I would have no choice but to pay up, all for my reputation and the company's stock price. Unfortunately for them, they miscalculated. I smoothed back my tangled hair, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and looked at Charlie with a calmness that sent chills down one's spine. "Fine. I'll marry you."

"Mari—" "Hear me out. You said it yourself. He wants an evolved marriage. He wants permission to keep doing what he's been doing. But he doesn't actually want you to do the same. He wants you to sit at home, being perfect, waiting for him. Being there when he needs you to play dress up for his business dinners." "So?" "So call his bluff. Do exactly what he's been doing. Professionally. Safely. Anonymously. And then see how evolved he really is."

He hisses and turns to his phone, scrolling back and forth on what seems like Twitter. I chuckle, I know what exactly is wrong with him, he is using reverse psychology on me, he cheated on me, got engaged to be married while lying to me, and now an opportunity to alleviate him from all his guilt is here, he'll take full use of the opportunity. "Just get ready. Know that if I catch you, you're leaving my house." I get up and go to my room.

“I'm afraid my secrets would have you running for the hills and I can't afford you running away right now. I still need your help to get Mel to marry me.” I rolled my eyes. “I already told you I'm not helping you with that.” “Our newly signed contract states otherwise.” He smirked. I groaned. “If you want her to marry you, transfer all of these…. unexplainable actions towards her. She would appreciate it more.”