Why Would You Want To Marry Me Anyhow Novels & Stories

He thinks because he’s handsome that he can do whatever he likes? “What do you even want from me?” I asked. “I’m not buying that shit about marriage. What is it that you want from me?” “I want to marry you, that’s all.” “Bullshit.” “Why?” I bit my lip hard. “Because…because I…” I can’t feel touch. I'm cold and lifeless. I could be sawed in half and I won’t even feel it. Even animals feel pain. I’m something below an animal.

"I've always been into you, you know?" I ask, lying my fucking ass off and thinking about a way to turn this into a situation where he doesn't try to fuck me because I am not willing to go that far. Like, at all. I might puke all over him if he tries, "But it's not... it's not just about sex. I want to marry a man like you. You're the most powerful Alpha of the Alliance, I can't help but to be attracted to that. I don’t want to marry Jeremy... I want to marry you."

If I'm married, my mom can't force me to marry that old man. "So what do you say?" He asked eagerly. I thought about his offer, it was good. I mean, I've been cut off, and I need to move out soon. I need a house and a car and the opportunity is right in front of me. This guy might be a serial killer or something but here I was, about to accept his offer. Call me crazy or whatever, I don't care. I'm not committing any crime, just getting married temporarily. He looks rich and is willing to give me anything I want.

I was the one who wanted to make something of you, I was the one who wanted good for you. “No, you were not. You were only thinking about yourself. You were only thinking about you when you wanted to marry me. You want to marry me because of what I had and not love so don't give me that bullshit. Tell me why you wanted to marry me.” His hand stroked his chin.

Then we can't start trying for a baby with you. Trying for a baby? This guy was teaching beyong himself. He was going very far. Too far and it won't do him any good. Even getting married to me was going to take a lot because I was never going to get married to him. I just wanted to kill him. The fact that he knew that still made me wonder why exactly he wanted to marry me. “You want to marry me? You want to have kids with me?” He nodded , like a dog that was being played with as his eyes filled with expectations.

I said softly, my voice trembling as I tried to keep myself together, “getting married might not be so bad. I was planning on getting married to an asshole before, the only difference is that I will be getting married to another asshole. But who knows? Maybe the man I’m marrying won’t be terrible. Maybe he’ll be kind, or caring. Maybe he’ll surprise me.” I paused, my lips twitching into a faint, humorless smile. “Then again, I doubt it. Mia would never let me marry someone handsome or charming—she’d keep those for herself. But I don’t care about that. I never did. I had never care about the gender, age or appearance of the person I liked. I just… I just wanted to marry someone I loved. Someo

“Why does it have to be me? I don't get it. I literally started this job. I don't have any interest in being your wife or whatever you call it. For someone of your caliber, you should have lots of ladies at your beck and call. So why does it have to be me?” “Which is why it should be you, you’re not interested and it makes it easier. Plus from the little time you’ve spent here I feel you’re perfect for this. I've not brought myself to get attracted to any lady since I ended things with my ex . And the more I try to let my grandmother understand this, the more hardened her heart is, and the more she insists I get married. Just help me do this,” I said, leaning forward. “Two years of marriage,

"We hardly know each other." "I know enough," he said quietly. "I know you are intelligent, powerful, and determined. I know you are suffering, even if you try to hide it. And I know I can help you." I turned away and looked down at the city below. My mind was a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions. Could I actually accomplish this? Marry someone I barely knew, a man who both angered and fascinated me? "Why me?" I inquired, my tone barely above a whisper. "There must be plenty of women who'd jump at the chance to marry you."

"I wasn't out of my mind when I included the marriage conditions in the contract, kitten. And not much has changed. We are going to get married…and stay married" My heartbeat roars in my ears. I never knew such delectable words could sound so horrifying. I put down my fork, folding my hands across my chest in anger. "Why did you marry me exactly? What do you want from me?". He stares at me emptily so I continue. "You can't possibly think I'm stupid enough to believe this is a conventional marriage". "And why not?". He sounds genuinely curious. "Because no one falls in love in a few minutes!!!! And especially not with the situation I met you in".

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.