Why Would You Want To Marry Me Anyhow Novels & Stories

My mind swirling with questions. What could he mean? Why did he want me to fail? And why would he be counting on such a thing? Did he really want rid of me that badly? “Perhaps not what you are thinking.” He laughed deeply, a smile playing across his features. “I wish to marry you.” “What?!” I barked out, taking a step back in shock. Marry me? What was he thinking? How could he ever want a woman such as me as his wife? Me, a wife.

I insisted. I paused and he stared at me, hoping I was done talking. “What you need to know is the benefits involved in this, I’m not asking you to give me a baby. Just be a pretend wife.” He wants me to pretend. I can pretend. “Why do you even want me to marry you anyway? What’s in it for you?” His countenance changed at my question. “It’s none of your business, I won’t stress this further.” He dropped his leg from the table.

“I didn’t want to put you in a position where saying no would feel heavy.” His thumb brushed lightly over my knuckles. “You were healing. You still are. And the last thing I ever wanted was to make love feel like pressure.” My eyes burned. He swallowed. “But I need you to know something.” I squeezed his hands slightly, encouraging him. “I don’t want to marry you because I feel responsible,” he said. “Or because we live together. Or because we share a life already.” He looked straight into my eyes. “I want to marry you because every single day, I wake up and choose you. And I don’t want a future where I don’t get to keep choosing you out loud.”

"We're already married." “Not how I want us to be.” He pressed his hands against my face, placing me inside his grip. “Not because I made you with a contract and a dead body. Not that you were afraid and had no other choice. Marry me because you want to. Because you pick this life with me.” My heart hitched in my chest. "You want a real wedding?"

I said. Callan closed the distance between us this time. So that was what I needed to say for him to stop acting like he was invincible. “Marry her instead! What’s in it for you if you end up marrying me for my own safety, huh? You wouldn’t be that kind enough to offer me something that serious without anything in return, right? You give something and you must take anything back! I have nothing, Callan… I know you just think of me as worthless but yet, a woman. How would I be of use to you? If you really love someone else. Why agree with this marriage with me?”

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.

Why should he be like that? Whatever he say I’m still so pretty! I took a deep breath, and then sunk it all in my head. I just hope I don’t die doing this. I’m marrying him. But first, I need to know why he wants to have a wife that instant. A man like him, doesn’t need a wife to be happy. He can have all the woman he would want in just a tap. Even without a commitment.So why should he marry? Of all the girls in this whole entire world. Why me? Is he numb or what? Is he that disgusting? That he can even marry a girl he just met. Doesn’t he have a girl in his heart? Well that’s imposible. In that age, he might have felt love before. Because you can’t help but to fall inlove even in just a yo

He looked me in the eyes. "Fernando, I..." He sealed my mouth with a quick kiss. "I'm not asking you to marry me because we're pregnant, and I'm absolutely happy about that, but I definitely wouldn't get married for that reason. I'm asking you to marry me because I love you, because I want our commitment and our bond to solidify. I want the world to see you as my wife, I want our family united by this tie that is sacred and also legal, but above all, is emotional. I want a calm and happy life with you. I want to come home to you every day and be certain that we're walking together. I want to hold your hand and guarantee that you can always count on me. And I really want to make you happy. I'

"Yes, the reason is so that I will keep my mouth shut about your behavior at the bar and if you do agree to marry me, then you won't have to pay for the watches I gave to those three ugly men." "I don't want to marry you. Marriage is not a game, sir. You should marry the person you love, not me who is just your student," Anya refused, not wanting to play with a sacred bond called marriage. "I want that too, An, to marry the woman I love, but God doesn't seem to like seeing me happy, so He's pressured me to get married. Just so you know, I was also forced to ask you to marry me." "You can't blame God in any situation because God knows what is best for His servants."

his words sounded like a decree, a command that I had to follow even if I didn't want to. I wanted to scream but I don't know why my whole body felt helpless, powerless just like a lifeless corpse, I was lying there. Who on earth marries like this? Does that make any sense? It was clear that this man was not into me, he couldn't be attracted by me because the way I looked now could make anyone puke a hundred times. Then why did he decide to marry me? Just why? No way, I must strive to get out of this mess. I can't marry a married man and out of all a man of a monster. What will be my end?