The Marriage Proposal Book Novels & Stories

The arrangement is so elegant that something constricts painfully in my chest. When we get to the bedroom and the final design comes into view, my feet grind to a halt. This is a proposal. The words “Marry Me” are written in designs of red and pink petals. Different varieties of a refusal start to dance around in my skull. This is so out of my field of thought that it makes me cringe. I need money for Nonna Matilda’s insulin doses and medical bills, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to marry some stranger. Or is this some kind of kink? What kind of proposal role-play is this?

Her words seared through me, every syllable a dagger to my chest. “Who… who am I getting married to?” I asked at last, my voice barely more than a whisper. My chest felt heavy, each word dragged out of me like it weighed a thousand pounds. I looked at Claudia with pleading eyes, though I already knew mercy was something she would never give. “Adrian Blackwood,” she said at last, her tone dripping with mockery. “A poor nobody. No family name, no wealth, no future. Just the kind of man fit for you.” You should be happy he married you with your debt.

I bite my lower lip to hide the smile that threatened to spread on my face. "A marriage." "What?" All three of us, Aria,cool grandpa and I said in unison. "A marriage contract between Aria and Alex." Aria scoffed. "You must be crazy. You think I'll walk out of a marriage and run straight into another one? You're out of your mind." "Dad…" I trail off not knowing what to say. Did I want to tie the knots with Aria? Definitely. Did I want it to happen this way? Not at all.

Eric exchanged an icy gaze at me, causing me to swiftly look away as we resumed our steps to where a rounded, considerable table filled with people were. “Keep playing cool, people are getting convinced by our acts. Now, we're joining them for dessert, so stay beside me and do what I do” Eric paused and flashed a smile across a guest he recognized before glaring back at me. “And did I also forget to tell you it's only for a year? This marriage is a one-year thing, and we'll break up after that.”

"I could marry anyone, but not anyone will agree to what I’m proposing." "And what are you proposing?" I was demanding details now, my voice more assertive. For an instant, the world outside the room appeared to vanish as his gaze met mine. "I need someone who is aware that passion and love are not the main goals of this marriage. It's an agreement for business. You gain stability in your finances, and I get someone who can act." My breath caught. This was not your typical proposal. It was calculating and cold. However, that was precisely what I needed to hear and exactly what I had feared. "Why me?" I looked again, scowling. Jay shifted slightly forward, his gaze never leaving mine.

[Olivia] It's been a chaotic week since the small parlor wedding that felt more like a joke. All my family was concerned about was to make sure we registered our marriage, which we had no option to do It's my third day as a married woman. I was still at my apartment but I was finally moving to Lucas's house today. I've been hesitant about moving, it didn't feel real, we've drafted our contract specifically including every detail that is supposed to keep the marriage going for six months which was the time limit I agreed on.

His voice was gentler . “Marriage doesn’t have to be about love. Sometimes it’s about partnership. About knowing someone’s in your corner. About quiet strength.” He paused. Then said, “There’s a proposal. From Winslow Industries. It’s not just about business, though of course it’s a strong alliance. But the girl… she’s different. She’s smart. A doctor. Kind, steady, level-headed. You might actually like her, she is a perfect match for you my dear"

“How can I help you? I just admitted I lost my job and I’m virtually broke. That doesn’t leave me a lot of avenues to be helpful or the hand of fate or whatever you’re suggesting.” He chuckled at her. “That is not what I was suggesting, Ms. Fo-, sorry Trisha. I said I had a proposal right?” She nodded. “What would you say to the idea of being my wife?” With perfect timing, the waitress behind the couple dropped the fresh tray of chicken strips to the ground as Trisha’s mind went blank.

“Even more important. It’s a proposal.” “What kind of proposal?” Mr Donovan inhaled and told me plainly, “I want you to marry me.”

I frowned. "You can't make a proposal without a ring and just give the ring later" She complained "Come on, the girl deserves the full thing.” " The full thing?” "Yes, now with the ring! "She insisted," so how did you propose?” " Hmmm, we closed a good deal yesterday. We worked on it a lot, and I was so excited that I asked her to marry me" I tried to remember the story Mary told. "A marriage proposal should be something romantic," she scolded" Especially with this ring, it seems that you just made a deal.”