Novel & Cerita Reverse Psychology To Get Him To Marry You

"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."

"You're saying I shouldn't get back with Mari." I swallowed hard. I've thought about our situation. He can't do this to me. He's cheating on me and as long as we're in this marriage, I can't let him cheat. If I have to manipulate him into following my words, I'll do it. I'll give this marriage a try. For his late grandfather. For my promise. But if this fails, I will never try again. He took a single step closer to me, squeezing me to the door. I felt tingles inside my body when he pressed his crotch against my belly.

“What are you getting at?” “Pretend to be married,” she suggested, her voice dropping as though we were plotting some grand heist. I stared at her, trying to process the idea. “Pretend… to be married?” “Think about it,” she urged, excitement dancing in her eyes. “If your father believes you’re already married, he’ll back off. No more blind dates, no more setups. Just peace and quiet.”

I said and Caelan nodded. “So what do you think will be enough to push him further away from you?” He asked again and I pretended to think long and hard. “Ahh… there’s just one thing that can make him back down a bit but it’s almost impossible right now to achieve..” I said subtly and he tipped his head to the side. “Marriage?” Caelan asked, his lips curving into a smile and I nodded slowly. “I see..” he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. Cold air brushed against my bare arms and I shuddered.

"Oh, right. Do you know why I fought with my family this time? Because they lined up a bunch of potential husbands for me and are forcing me to get married. Before long, I might not be able to keep you company anymore." The moment the words left her mouth, he lost his composure. Almost reflexively, he looked at me, his eyes full of panic and hesitation. I forced the corner of my lips to lift into a faint, icy smile. This time, I spoke before he could. My voice was calm, almost detached. "Giuliano, if you really want to get revenge on her, then marry her. You can only truly get back at her if you make her your wife. As for our engagement, let's call it off. We don't even need a wedding anymor

A complex emotion flickered in his gaze. "Stop being dramatic, okay? There's nothing going on between Louise and me. You know she's about to get married anyway. Just tell me what you want, and I'll make it up to you." He grabbed his phone, ready to pull up the gifts he had saved in his shopping cart for me. Suddenly, his expression stiffened. He looked at me, his brows furrowing tightly. "Is this all some kind of setup? I explicitly told you not to post anything. Did you deliberately burn yourself just to force my hand into marriage?

On the seventh year after the breakup, I receive a package from Clarence Fraser. All 44 pounds of said package consist of the stacks of chat history I have with him in the past. Soon, Clarence's text appears on my phone screen. "Wanna meet up? I'd like to tell you something." I pause momentarily before responding with a "1". That number signifies rejection. Then, I turn my phone off. After wiping my sweat off with a towel, I pick up another crate of fruits and continue promoting them to the customers loudly, as though nothing has happened. It's been so many years, and I don't know why Clarence decides to text me all of a sudden. Similarly, he doesn't know that I've already become so

Jonathan quickly explained and I rolled her eyes, my anger still coursing through my mind. I knew what Triss wanted to do, what she had planned to do. After Our last altercation, she started avoiding me and every single time we clashed, she would say mean things to me but I always ignored her and people would look at her in some sort of way. She already realized that what I told her was true, there is nothing she could do that would change the situation on ground so the best thing she thought she could do was to seduce my future husband, the man I was getting married to in a few days. I always knew that Triss was twisted but I just didn’t realize that he was that twisted, twisted enough to s

“But I don’t scare easily. If you want someone who’ll tell you the truth even when it’s ugly, I’m that person. If you want a puppet, hire someone else.” I watched her carefully. “You’re either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid for speaking to me this way.” “Maybe I’m just tired of powerful men thinking they can intimidate everyone,” she fired back. “You need results. I deliver them. Simple as that.” The tension crackled between us. I could feel the pull, that dangerous familiarity I couldn’t shake. I made a decision. “Marry me,” I said. She blinked. “What?” “Fake marriage. Thirty days, maybe more. In return, you get influence, money, whatever you want. I keep control of my company.”

If he breaks that clause and marries someone else, the shares his family lent to mine will double, giving the De Lucas a 60 percent majority. Beyond the financial devastation, his reputation would be the next to fall. In our world, a man approaching forty without fulfilling a long-promised alliance wasn’t seen as loyal or patient—he was seen as weak, incompetent, or worse, untrustworthy. Business partners would start to doubt him. Society would talk. Those terms are non-negotiable unless both parties agree to renegotiate. And the only way to do that is through marriage. Our families orchestrated this mess, pushing us toward a union that benefits everyone—except me and Felix. Even if it break