The Marriage Proposal Book Novels & Stories

“Don’t say anything. Just listen. I want you to know that I’m bent on marrying you, Desiree. I will marry you. You'll be my wife, and I want you to know why. It’s not a secret that I’m deeply attracted to you. I want you in ways a man shouldn’t want a girl who’s this much younger. But you already know all this—you know how I feel about you. You know how hard I’m trying to fight the feelings. However, what you don't know is that my feelings for you have nothing to do with why I’m marrying you. Yes, I want to kiss you. Yes, I want to make love to you. But it's not the reason I asked you to marry me.” Oh? “It's not?” I ask. Caspian shakes his head. “This marriage between us will be a contract.”

His deep, mysterious eyes flickered with an emotion I couldn't quite place. He stood there, speechless for what felt like forever. I stared at his face, so close to mine, and found myself lost in thought. He was undeniably handsome—he had strong features but not harsh, with an aura of quiet intensity. Yet, even facing such a breathtaking man, I felt nothing. "Noah, our marriage was always about business. There's no need to overthink it. "I've known about you and Lillian for a while now. You know what you should and shouldn't do. Grandpa cares a lot about the Brookes' reputation."

But she had been careful to steer right out of his path afterwards not even meeting him at breakfast. Two pairs of eyes were looking at her with narrowed eyes as if assessing her. “I would not lie to you. It would be a sort of blasphemy on my part towards love,” she hastened to reassure them. That seemed to be the undoing. “Sit down,” commanded Devin and she obeyed his bequest instantly. Not that she had a choice anyway. “We have been discussing about your proposal.” “So? Can the marriage be cancelled by me renouncing my shares?” she asked hopefully her heart and mind in complete contradiction.

a breathy sigh escaped my lips, “I don’t want your money. To be honest, I could care less about a single materialistic thing that you own. I’d rather live in a cardboard box outside of the hospital than to remain married to you. Does that make it clear enough for you, Mr. Wood?” A snarl marred his face, “That’s preposterous, Rosa.” “No. What would be preposterous is to remain in a marriage where there is no love between the husband and the wife,” I started, standing up and walking towards him, “What would be preposterous would be to live under the same roof as my husband and his mistress,” I stepped into his personal space, “What would be really god damned preposterous would be to have your

"Oh god, don't you say another word. Tell me this is not a marriage proposal." His eyes widen. "God, Livia, where did your mind take you? I was proposing to you to be my girlfriend." I placed my hand over my heart. "Thank the goddesses." "It is too early for us to even think about marriage, and I haven't tested your levels of crazy yet." "Coming from a man known to be ruthless and rein with an iron fist. Mafia King." "Yeah, whatever, now answer my proposal."

Ann half yelled, still shocked by his sudden proposal. “There's no need to go through the dating stage anymore because I am sure you're the right one for me. We have known each other for years now even though we never dated but we loved each other secretly. There's no need to waste time on dating,let's just get married and build a beautiful family. I promise to give you the world and I promise to make you feel like a queen. Will you marry me, Ann Sinclair?” Ephraim proposed and Ann's eyes wouldn't stop widening.

I would not tolerate him, even though we are cousins. "I'm not running away from my responsibility. Why am I here to ask your husband's favor in accepting my proposal for his sister?" he answered. Proposal? I raised my eyebrows at what I heard. "What do you mean by requesting a proposal?" My hand went to my mouth when I understood. "It's Arrabella..." He remained silent; his head still bowed. "You can hate me how you want, Kay, but it's here. I mess up, and I do everything to make it right," he said seriously, raising his head.

Isabella's POV I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, pressing my palms flat to the wood as if it could stop my thoughts from chasing me. My chest was tight, my heart hammering like I had just run a marathon. A proposal. A damn marriage proposal. Not even the romantic kind with flowers, a ring, or a man on one knee. No Julian’s version came wrapped in legal terms, dollar signs, and an expiration date. I groaned, dragging both hands down my face. “Unbelievable.” Two weeks. I had only known this man for two weeks, and already he wanted me to play wife like it was some… some business transaction.

"I hated the idea of marriage then. So much. There was a reason I left the family...I gave up everything. But...right now, the only thing I care about is you. This isn't how I wanted, I mean I didn't plan this, but...I would be the happiest man alive if you would agree to be my wife, Liv. So please baby... this is me asking; will you do me the favor of marrying me?" It felt like my whole life stood at a standstill at that moment. I couldn't process, couldn't tell how I was feeling at the moment. I wasn't expecting this. It was so random I initially didn't know this was where he was headed. But this was the most sweetest proposal I had ever gotten. The only one actually. Damon was still stari

I learned early on that emotions are weaknesses and that people only get close when they want something in return. And that’s exactly what Sophia wants. She just hides it better. I sit down again, my eyes fixed on the chair where she was seated. I can imagine where she is now: perhaps at home, replaying every word we exchanged, trying to find an angle she can use to her advantage. But there is no angle. The proposal is simple because there’s no room for ambiguities. I offer the solution to her problems. She offers me the fulfillment of an absurd clause in my grandfather’s will. A marriage for one year. A contract.