Sir How About Marriage Novels & Stories

“And I need something...” “I have a condition to “help you,” he says, cutting me off, I tell him to continue.” Don't get married, if she is in love it will help in the process of softening her image to her parents, and she will have me to confront and justify it. Then calmly think about marriage. Nego shook his head. “She could be pregnant” I speak of my suspicions. Lorenzo snorted and smacked my forehead. Pregnancy before marriage is punishable. "Certainty?" question.

Marvin said, his attention focused on the road as he drove. Beside him, Stella nodded slowly. "I have conditions as well." "What?" "I want our marriage to be genuine. Even if it's only on paper, I don't want it to be a fake. I refuse to trivialize the sanctity of marriage." "What?" He stared at her in disbelief, then abruptly pulled over to the side of the road, and turned to face her with the same shocked expression. "You mean we're actually getting married?" "Yes," she affirmed. "Marriage is sacred, it's not something to be taken lightly."

I raised a brow at this, "a marriage contract." "What?" "Look, my grandfather wants you to get married to me, it would take down the scandals and everything else. Now, I don't want to get married to you so the contract states that the marriage would last for 3 years and we would get a divorce-" I interrupted. "Wait, you can't expect me to just get married to you, I just met you and I want no business with you." "Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking. Trust me, I feel the same way but when dealing with someone like my grandfather you've not got a choice, it's either this or you deal with the press."

Every girl dreams of getting married at a tender age, especially since Maureen always pretends to say her vows when the family gets together. That was back then, different from Maureen whom he had always avoided since the union six years ago. "Do you realize that there's no way we can get married?" Maureen got off Darren's desk, fixed the buttons on her shirt and picked up her trousers from the floor. She was in no mood to continue. Darren massaged his temples, which were thickening and adding to the pain behind them. "Choose! England, Holland, or Singapore? They accept interfaith marriages. I can give you more perks than just yesterday's five hundred million."

2. Marriage is a promise made by two lovers, to cherish and hold themselves forever. Wade called it bluff. To him it was the tool that would put his perfectly thought out revenge in motion. No one ever hurt him and went unscathed. It has been years but this was the perfect time to strike. When he had all the power and his opponent was vulnerable. Spinning in his seat he smiled to himself. This had taken years in the planning, and even a longer period of waiting. But today, he would laugh at his enemy and watch him beg on his knees.

He takes another sip of his drink and looks at me for a while. "Maintaining control." "Seriously? I hadn't noticed!" I scoff disdainfully. "Come on, isn't there anything specific you really like?" "No, there isn't." "You're frustrating, Mr. D'Angelo! Can I ask just one more thing?" "You can, but I don't guarantee an answer." I roll my eyes. "Why a marriage contract?" He doesn't respond, but that doesn't stop me. "I really don't understand. You're an extremely handsome man, you're sexy, and you're attractive..."

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

"Let's just get married." "Huh?" ***

"And how would that solve either of our problems?" His jaw clenched, his gaze shifting away. The air between us turned heavy. "I'm being forced to marry someone I don't want to," he admitted, his voice quieter, shoulders tense. "Forced?" I echoed, confusion twisting in my mind. Why would a grown man be forced into marriage? "So, you want a contract, wife?" I asked, carefully choosing my words. He was my boss, after all—I had to tread carefully. "Don't you think it’s best to stand firm in your decision not to marry her? Or better yet, find someone you actually love?"

I held the microphone, my voice echoing throughout the place. The people around us murmured among themselves, and Celia's face showed a fleeting moment of embarrassment. "Zane, stop it. It’s our wedding today." "You’re realizing that now? I don't want to marry you anymore. You're free. Go marry whoever you want." After saying that, I looked at Shane. "Shane, congratulations, you’ve won. I don't want this woman anymore. I wish you a happy marriage and many children." Of course, I did it on purpose.