Why Would You Wanna Marry Me For Anyhow Novels & Stories

I merely looked down and pressed lightly at the spot on my hand where her nails had dug in. She sighed and edged closer to me, wearing a soft, helpless smile. “Are you upset? “Eugene is my assistant. He sees me working around the clock every day. He knows I truly don’t have time for marriage right now, which is why he said that. “I know getting married has always been your wish. That’s why I didn’t call you out when you lied to everyone earlier. Let’s call it even, okay?” Eight years ago, Harper had wished to marry me as soon as possible.

Then one day, while scrolling mindlessly through social media, something caught her eye—a high-profile influencer getting married, but not to the man everyone expected. The caption read: "Sometimes, love isn't the answer. Sometimes, the right partner is." A thought struck her. A ridiculous, absurd thought. She opened a new browser tab and started researching. What If Marriage Was Just a Business? Fedora had spent years closing business deals, negotiating contracts, and handling clients who needed results, not emotions. What if marriage-or, at least, the idea of it-could be handled the same way? People got married for different reasons: love, companionship, family expectations, social status,

“Divorce him. He is a piece of shit and does not deserve you. Then you marry me. Give me an heir and in return, I will make you more powerful and richer than any alpha that has ever wronged you.” My jaw dropped as my brain processed what he had just said, “Marry me?” “Yes.” “But why?” I asked. I was not special, not the daughter of anyone of importance to him. Why would he want to marry me? I was a nobody. “Because I want to, and I always get what I want.” He simply replied as he leaned back on his seat, arms crossed. My heart was beating so fast I was afraid he could hear it beating. I have never been more shocked in my life than today.

"You're going to marry me? Make it official? Legal?" "Yes." "Why? You already own me. The conditioning ensures I'll never leave. Why make it legal?" "Because I want to. Because it's—it's what people do. When they—when they want someone to be theirs forever. They marry them. They make it official. They—" He stopped. "I know it's fucked up. I know it's not real. But I'm going to do it anyway." "And I'll say yes." "Yes." "Not because I want to. Because I'm conditioned to comply."

"Why do you want to marry me? You have no interest in women so why do you want to marry me? It's not that you've suddenly liked me!" "Yes, I don't like you and don't have an interest in women. So what?" "So stop this sham wedding. You and I know we hate each other and there's nothing that can change that" I said but somewhere I knew his abs were changing that notion. It was the only thing I stupidly liked about him. "So why do you still want this wedding?" "Guess" he replied mischievously. Since I was in his pack and was under him he had done nothing but torment me and I was sure he was marrying for the same reason. I wondered why out of all the ways he could punish me he had chosen marriage

"Why? Is this payback of some sort?" "I want you to understand that I married you because I love you. Even if we hadn't met back then, I'm sure I would have run into you somewhere else and I would have fallen in love with you because we were meant for each other. I could have dated any woman out there for years and the second I saw you, I would have known that you were it for me. So many scenarios Em, and I'm a hundred percent sure we would have ended up together. You were meant to be Mrs. Carter in this and any other universe" "You never even once thought about marrying her?"

I pleaded, my voice a mix of desperation and determination. “Why do you want to get married so badly?” he asked, his grey eyes looking right through me as if searching for the truth in my soul. I sighed and said, “For my inheritance and to get back at my ex and my stepmother. I caught them cheating on me.” He frowned sympathetically. “Oh, that must have been terrible. I’m so sorry.” “Please marry me. I can pay you for it—I can even give you shares at Turner Empire. Just say yes,” I begged.

I don't know why he wants to marry me, but I'm kind of happy that he wants to marry me. "Make a choice already," he jolts me up from my thoughts. I inhaled deeply, I'm stupid to make this decision, but I can't help it. I know that he doesn't love me, he wants to marry me for a reason, but I don't actually care what the reason might be. I love him and I am ready to marry him, besides I don't want to end up in jail because I can't pay him back all the money he spent on me. "I... I... I ...... will marry you," I said in a whisper. He smiles softly.

“That’s more of a reason to stay with me. If you get some money and run, I’ll definitely catch you. So, don’t bother yourself.” I hummed in agreement as I saw the sense in his reasoning. To be honest, I didn’t think that I’d run off. That was too exhausting for me. “Before I agree to this, why do you want to marry me?” “Haven’t we already gone through this?” “I mean, why do you want to get married that you’ll go this far? With your good looks and successful business, anyone would kill to be your wife.” “Personal reasons.” I frowned. “I’m not going to marry someone who won’t tell me anything. I hate being kept in the dark.”

"Hey, calm down. It's not like I wish to get married to you. It's something I just have to do." "See, marriage isn't a joke." I panted as I spoke. I was devastated. "You can't just come out of the blue and say you wanna get married to me. Who're you? What do you want? Are you some kind of harlot who needs assurance or legacy? Wait, if you want my money, then maybe we can just go for a hookup. You don't have to—"