Why Would You Want To Marry Me Anyhow Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You could always just marry without love” “Explain” “ Here's the thing, you are not capable of loving anyone cause your heart is as hard as steele-” “Cut the crap luca and talk” I snapped at him “As i was saying you don't have to marry for love, just marry her for the sake of having an heir for you, but most women would want compensation you know” "Money? we could arrange that" Women wanted money to upgrade their looks, they love anything with a Black Amex card"

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.

- Then marry me," he murmurs. - Why isn't our mark enough? - Because I want more. I want a ring on your finger that says your heart is taken. I want my name on your papers so that everyone will proclaim you my wife when they call you madame. And I want you to be proud to say it in front of everyone and every species. - But we're only eighteen! - Maybe, but we've already been through the trials of a lifetime, and now that you're finally mine and mine alone, I don't want anything else to come between us.

I’m crazy. Why would I want the supposed-to-be bride in my wedding?

"Why are you this interested in me? I mean you don't even know me, so why?" He chuckled softly. "I'm not marrying you because of the ideas you perceive as love or happiness. This marriage is happening solely because I need a make-believe wife, but don't worry, sex is 100% guaranteed, anytime you need it. Also, we're permitted to have extra affairs outside, so…," "Stop…please, stop…" "Sign the papers, Purple!" She chuckled in disbelief. Really? Barely one day into the marriage and he was already snapping at her?

"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

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 nodded, "But I don't understand, why me?" "You're my PA, if I were to explain to anyone they wouldn't get it. If I were to go to some random woman to ask her to marry me, she'd take it as something else and it will lead to another thing. From the looks of it, you are the perfect lady for the job." My heart skipped a beat. If a random male had told me this I wouldn't have reacted but coming from Ivan Bossy Trevelyan definitely earned a reaction. "Okay, if I were to agree with this charade marriage-"

"You were, in fact, serious about us getting married?" "Another thing about me, love. I hated wasting my time. When I say we will get married tonight, that is what's going to happen." No way. "Why do you want to marry me in the first place? My family's not well-off. I still haven't finished studying. I don't have a fat bank account. So, why me?" I don't bloody understand. "Simple. I needed to get married to claim my inheritance. I need someone who can pretend to be my loving wife."

They seemed to sparkle with so much love that my throat tightened; still, I had to continue. “But,” I inhaled, holding his eyes because it was almost maddening not to do so. “I understand your need to have a child that bears our genes, to have someone that contains my DNA because, honestly, it is the best." My poor attempt at a joke was thankfully received, and his lips twitched. “And it is selfish for me to only think of myself when we are married. It is a partnership just like you said." I gathered air in my lungs, steadying myself for what I was about to say. “However, you are right, and I will think of it seriously in the next ten years.”