Why Would You Wanna Marry Me For Anyhow Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was cornered, and my opinion didn’t matter. I didn’t even see the motivation to get up from bed, I wanted to crowd myself with thoughts of my misery. I rested lazily on my bed as I allowed different thoughts of my situation to fill my head. Why would I be getting married to someone I don’t know? What if he hated me and what If I was never happy in the marriage? This was supposed to be a marriage of convenience but I didn’t know who that was directed at me or the man. Someone I hadn’t even seen not to talk of having a conversation with.

" I don't want to be forced to marry anyone. What's wrong with you people? No one cares about such an important union anymore, something that should be done for love and not for interests? "In the world we live in, love is never on the table, always business, agreements, and others. You're being dramatic. That rundown house where you live is falling apart; you could live like a queen, without needing to serve anyone, especially not me. I wouldn't even force you to have obligations as a wife, even though you're so attractive. "I've said it before! I will never marry you, and besides, you're the kind of person who has a Plan B, in fact, the whole alphabet. Just check off your list and move on

Even I've to get married one day, like you said if I want to get married, even if I don't want to get married, still I've to choose to get married for the sake of my family, ofcourse my brother and father will bring great matches for me, no doubt in that, I'll not doubt about it too. But if someone marries me, do you think they'll marry me truthfully for who I'm? Or do you think they'll marry for the sake of love? I don't think so, it will be either for my looks or my money. There's no chance that it will be for love.

“Do you actually want to marry me? Do you want to marry all of us? Or are you doing this because it feels like the next logical step, or because you think it’s what we want?” The question caught Anya off guard. She’d been so focused on the logistics and the emotional significance that she hadn’t examined her own motivations carefully. “I want to marry you,” she said finally. “I want to marry Nikolai and Alexei. Not because of obligation or because it’s the next step, but because you’re the people I want to build my life with. Because Elena deserves to understand that the family she’s in is intentional and real and not some temporary arrangement.” She paused. “But I’m also scared. I’m scared

“Don’t tell me this sudden decision to marry me is just because of some ridiculous male pride, a competition to have kids before someone else?” “What are you thinking? Of course, I wouldn’t change my entire view on marriage for such a ridiculous reason. I only mean that once we’re married, having kids is the natural next step.”

"What?" He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, his expression suddenly serious. "I don't want this marriage either, Sophia. The only reason I agreed to this arrangement is because I'm looking at two inheritances. I already have everything in place except a spouse, and apparently, that's the magic requirement for accessing my trust fund." My mouth fell open. "You're... you're using me?" "We're using each other," he corrected with a shrug. "Why couldn't you just pick some random girl off the street?" I demanded.

“Why did you agree to this marriage?” His brows furrow slightly. “I thought we’ve already been over this.” “No,” I say. “I mean really. Why me? You could’ve had anyone. So why pick me?” For the first time, he looks genuinely caught off guard. Then, his lips twitch into a small smile. “Why not you?” I narrow my eyes. “That’s not an answer.” He exhales, stepping closer. “Stephanie, I didn’t want to marry just anyone. I wanted someone who could match me. Someone who wouldn’t be a burden, someone with their own ambitions. Whether you want to admit it or not, you’re exactly that.”

The wind blew softly, carrying the scent of damp earth from the light rain that had fallen earlier that evening. Carissa had gone to bed, saying she wanted to rest early. I didn’t know whether she was dreaming of all this, or trying to forget it. But I knew one thing: I will wait. And if I have to prove this feeling without conditions—without force—I swear I will. Because for the first time in my life, I want to marry not for business, not for the family name, but because I want that woman… completely. Not as part of the inheritance. But as part of my life.

He turned back to his computer. I stood there, stunned. Marriage? I can’t possibly get married now. My brother needs me. I froze at that thought. Not me… but money. I exhaled sharply. What do I do? Andre… what should I do? It’s only one hundred days. The money could save him. But why would anyone want a marriage that lasts only that long? What's the catch? “Aren’t you leaving?” he asked without looking up. I swallowed. “Is… is there a reason you want me to marry your grandson?

I echoed after him in a quiet voice and I knew he didn’t miss the dejection behind those words. “Why though? Why the fuck are you getting married if you don’t want to? Isn’t marriage supposed to be a joyous thing? Who the fuck are you getting married to? Some dude blackmailed you to marry him, that’s it, right?” Avery demanded, jumping to a couple of assumptions all at once and I couldn’t help the small chuckle that slipped out my lips as the last sentence which he had said echoed around in my head. Some dude blackmailing me to marry him… well, at this point, I think that would be so much better than me being forced to get married to some woman, whom I was sure I wouldn’t even be able to kis