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"Who knows, maybe before she passed away, your mom already told Papa Damian to find a replacement for her. I mean, if I'm not here anymore, I'd be okay with you marrying someone else. The important thing is that he can make you happy." Veronica stared in disbelief. Her husband was speaking so casually without thinking it through. "You're outrageous! I love you, you know. Yet you're suggesting I marry someone else." "Why not? Besides, we can't generalize everyone's personalities, dear. Some people are loyal until death, while others need a companion to take care of them in their old age. Some can't live alone for long. Just look at which category Papa Damian falls into. As long as he's not ma

"The clause specifies that the marriage must be to someone who is not a blood relative. But it does not specify anything else. Which means technically you could marry anyone. A friend, a stranger, someone you pay to marry you." I looked up at her. "Are you suggesting I marry someone just to keep the shares?" "I am suggesting you have options. If you marry someone you trust and divorce them after five years you would still retain the shares. It is not ideal but it is better than losing everything." "Or I could just stay single for three years." "You could. But three years is a long time and a lot can happen. What if someone tries to force your hand?" "How would they force my hand?"

“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.

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.

After careful consideration, she made the difficult decision to forgo dating and marriage, prioritizing Adam's safety above all else. It wasn't that Sarah hadn't tried to find a partner. Over the years, she had dated different men, hoping to find someone who could fill the role of Adam's father. Yet, despite her efforts, none of them seemed to be the right fit. Some lacked the patience and understanding required to navigate the complexities of single parenthood, while others simply couldn't comprehend the depth of Sarah's commitment to her son.

"No, baby... that's not what your father and I want for your wedding day. We want the best wedding entourage for you. And I know, Dimson and especially Minerva will not agree to a simple marriage for their only child," "But, mom. Maybe we can convince them... please mommy?" She shook her head again. "I still want the best for your wedding, darling. Women only get married once in a lifetime." I just heave a sigh. There's nothing I can do if my mother herself is the one who doesn't like the plan I want for my future wedding. "How do you find, Damien Harrison, Aurora?" I looked at mom. Is it right for me to keep it a secret from her that Damien and I had a conversation about our marital arrange

Trisha asks us and opens her book. "Yes," Tay responds. "Let's start with why guys got married?" Trisha suggests looking at us. "It was an arranged marriage. I agreed to marry Olivia because of my mother. She was dying and wanted to see me married before she died so I agreed just to make her happy." Tay confesses still drawing circles on my hand and I’m grateful because it calms me down. Trisha nods and writes down something in her book. "What is your version?" Trisha asks, looking at me this time.

And he’d start with the youngest. Wherever they are now would surely not be comfortable. They’d want to return home but would be too stubborn to. He’d just promise them time to think of what they really want. It had to be in line with marriage. He really needed those marriage gifts for his farm business. “I guess I’d try your idea. Things should end well. Incase along the line I’d still need something from them” Sylvester cleared his throat. Eddie smiled whilst trying to exercise his hip bones.

He scratched his unkempt moustache, cleared his throat and responded courteously. “There isn’t bad intention for making a choice when one is about to marry. I know you are planning to own your own family and someday have kids. It is quite better to marry than to burn. If a man marries or makes his personal choice, he must look before he leaps, lest he jumps into a great ditch that would affect his life throughout. I would not obstruct your good ambition; the growth of manhood requires an obedient mate. It is good to get married than going about with all these stripteases that walk the street lanes. I would not encourage you to engage with someone who makes you unhappy in life, through underr