Novel & Cerita The Unwanted Marriage Read Online

After all, his family should be an advertising model for contraception. As Eric drifted in and out of relationships, one thing became very clear – all women want to get married, and marriage means chaos. Fight with emotions. Children are thrown onto the sidewalk, eager to get lots of attention. Needs more space, until eventually becomes like all other relationships. Divorce. With children who are hurt. No, thanks.

Why are you doing this Alicia? Alicia's expression holds steely resolve behind her eyes. "Because I want you Lucky. And you can save yourself all of this by getting married to me.” “I have a plan for us.” Alicia suddenly announces excitedly. “How about this? A contract marriage. We get married for one year. I give birth to the child without the shame of being pregnant out of wedlock. And on the other hand, your career stays completely intact." Lucky shakes his head, his voice hoarse. "I can't imagine being married to someone like you even for just a year."

I spent the next three days pretending nothing had changed. I went to class. I came home. I locked myself in my room. But every time I looked at the calendar hanging above my desk, my stomach twisted. The wedding was getting closer. Every day felt like another step toward a life I hadn't chosen. A knock sounded on my bedroom door. "Come in." Maria stepped inside, smoothing her apron nervously. "Your father wants you downstairs." I sighed. "What now?"

If anyone had told me that I’d be getting married to Bhyron Macaulay after everything he did to me, I would’ve spat in their faces. But here I am, scrawling my signature across the dotted line. Bhyron Macaulay has successfully trapped me in a marriage I never wanted. I feel sorry for myself, and him, most especially— because I intend to be the craziest, wildest, most unhinged wife he’s ever seen. I regretted my first marriage, and I will do anything and everything in my power to make sure he regrets this one, too. The coming two years are about to be the worst he’s ever experienced.

I wonder why my father was obsessed with marriage. Stella wasn’t married yet, so the pressure was on me. And they don’t even know about my divorce yet. I leaned back slightly, my head falling into my hand. “This is insane.” Everything felt like it was closing in. Noah first. Liam next. Then the cafe man. The report. Now this? I looked down at the paper again, my fingers tightening around it. Then I went still. My brows pulled together. My fingers curled around the paper. “Who are you?” I whispered.

That would show I have an objection against my own marriage, right? Why isn't this Damon not doing anything? Everyone kept quite in the church, considering I didn't know half of the people there at the wedding, I was disappointed no one caused a scene that demanded the wedding to be stopped “Alright then, we may continue “, the priest announced and Damon and I groaned in disappointment “Do you Damon Kingsley; Take Layla Jones to be your wedded wife? To have and to hold, from that day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you apart?

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

They couldn't help me now. "Mom," I said hoarsely. "I don't know what to do. I'm so scared." I took a trembling breath, looking to the chessboard I had abandoned earlier. The game-the one with me playing both sides to pass the time-felt so trivial now. Life was no game. Samuel had seen to that. I had no choice. No avenue of escape. I was to be forced into an unwanted marriage-all in the interest of a man who cared only about control. To whom was he marrying me off? And what would become of me?

“Shouldn’t you? Didnt you just say you like the small party?” “I don’t know, baby. As much as I do not fancy aunt Janice, she is right. The crystal moon pack barely does large parties. We do have a reason to call people to gather just for the sake of alliance. Maybe my birthday can be a good reason.” “So I am guessing you and I do not plan to get married and have a befitting wedding. Because I remember you were telling me in the resort when you had your limbs wrapped around me like you feared I would run off that you cannot imagine life anymore without me in it. You even named the children we haven’t had yet. I guess the sweetness in your mouth at the time is why you can’t told a lie. I unde

I met his cold gaze, making me tremble, and my heart sank at how intense the weight of his stare at me. My father gave me to him. My arm was now wrapped around the groom which I didn’t like. I couldn’t look at him. As much as how I hated this marriage, he also loathed this. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Cassandra Delaney and Killian Lannister in marriage. As they stand before us, they do so to affirm their love and commitment to one another.” After we heard the priest’s words, we stated our vows that we knew that it was fake. It was full of sweet lies and fake promises. We looked into each other’s eyes and I almost flinched at how dangerous his gaze was.