Why Would You Want To Marry Me Anyhow Novels & Stories

“So, about the wedding…” “I think we should call it off,” I interrupted, my voice firm. The idea of marrying him made my skin crawl. “Did that sound funny?” He chuckled, a grating sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Of course, it’s funny. You think you have a choice? This benefits both of us.” My jaw clenched. He was right, though the bitterness of that truth was like bile. My options were limited, but unlike him, my motivation wasn’t personal gain. “I don’t want to marry you,” I confessed.

His eyebrows were more crooked than ever before as he has no idea what I am talking about her. Why men are so complicated to understand? Those deep dark eyes were more fluid than ever before, does he wants to say something? Does he have something in his heart? Still, I am not going to marry just for the sake of his plan. I want to marry someone who loves me, I don't want any pretending in my life. If I ever have to marry someone I would marry for love, not for any other purpose. "I am not going to marry you!" The time was running, I must return to my home to check on my mother.

And I can’t believe XAVIER could request someone. “What?” “I said lean in,” he says. I lean in closer to him and I hear his whispers, “ Why do want to marry a guy like me Zara? Did my mother force you too? I can still stop if you don’t want to get married with me? You deserve someone better,” he says with a low whisper voice. “I don’t want anyone,” I say so quickly for a response that even I don’t get why did I say that. I don’t want anyone literally means I don’t want him too but that fact can’t be expressed by me openly in front of him.

"Silly girl, just look at me. I have an old woman I have to look after. Who am I to be disgusted by you? I'm just as good as a caveman that lives deep in the woods. I can't ask that you suffer through that kind of life with me. I was planning to find a good and honest family for you to marry into the moment we get back, and I would be where you refer to as home. Your children would call me uncle. I never dreamt of marrying you. I was married once and had kids before, and at my age, I am hardly a good match for you. I… I don't think I will be getting married for the rest of my life." "But Noah, I've always wanted to get married. Always. I just never dared to say that in front of my ex-boyfrie

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.

" How can I marry you I hope you remember that I am already married. " " No, you are not! Not here at least, so don't consider yourself as married to that basta***. But I really want you to marry me as there is no other option than it is, I have to marry as my family is really after me to get settled now and even if you would like to get settled you can't spend your whole life like that. " He said. " I don't ever want to marry again. " I shook my head and said.

She always wanted a quick wedding, if she had her way we'll probably be running around from Italy to Puerto Ricco on our second honey moon. "And what if she's still resistant? Would you still want to marry me? " I stared her down, showing no form of emotion on my face. Would I still want to marry her? Of course, she's beautiful, she's white, she'll be a good benefit to my business and i still get to keep a clean reputation. Besides, i love her, or at least i think i do. "I'ld be crazy not to. "

“What brought me here is, 'why do you want to marry me.' You are beautiful and well off and could have any man you want so why, tell me, why must your mother go praying for you? Are you possessed with an evil spirit that fights off men or is your personality that bad to the extent that no man wants you? Tell me, why are insisting on marrying me when you don’t even know me? Surely you can’t be that desperate right?” I was stun. What a jerky jerk! “I beg your pardon what? I insist on marring you? I am what, possessed and I have a bad personality? Listen mister, you don’t know me and you don’t know shit about anything. And breaking news, I don’t want you. Like you said I am beautiful and well o

He said sharply. He was right. This conversation would have ended a long time ago with a resounding no if he didn't have all these things against me. “Why do you want to marry me?” I asked, my eyebrows were almost connecting, creating deep lines in between my forehead. “That’s for me to know and for you to not give a shit about. Besides, you need this more than I do. I'll pay you handsomely and you'll never have to work a day in your life again.”

"It is primitive, but aren't we all?" "What is it with you?" She looked like she was about to scatter the pieces again but she didn't. "Why are you here? No, really, what do you want from me?" "I already told you. I want to marry you. Now, if possible." "No, you want to get me pregnant." "As a byproduct of marriage, why not?" "No, it's not a byproduct. You clearly gave it importance already. Why?" "I'm not going to tell you why just yet."