Father I Don't Want This Marriage Novels & Stories

Mum inquired, looking at me with curiosity and frustration. “He’s just too famous for my liking,” I covered up, sighed and looked away in defeat. “Nonsense!” Mum scoffed. “Isn’t that what you young girls want nowadays? To marry a rich, famous, tall, and handsome man? You practically got it all handed to you on a silver platter.” “It’s just…it’s just that…” “Enough of this!” Father instructed, cutting me off as he was already angry. “You shouldn’t be this negative on a day like this. You’re getting married to that young man and that’s final. No word on this ever again. Is that clear?”

“Do you want me to go to someone else? Will you just let me marry someone else? Don't you want to fight for my son's rights?” I just stared at him dazed. “Why don’t you spill it? Come on, let me hear your answer, Boss. Let me hear what you want me to do now. Now bring out everything you want to say to me.” I sighed deeply before answering him. “I don't want you to marry Trixia because I don't want to hurt my son when he finds out you're going to have another family. I don’t want you to expect my son to be there all the time when he needs you. I also don't want to think that you will leave him when the day comes.” my heart also wanted to say "I don't want you to marry someone else, period." B

“Put your clothes back on.” Trembling, I watch as he walks away, heading for the stairs. “Wait,” I call out, my voice shaky. Ryan turns, impatient. “What?” “It’s cool,” I say, my voice hollow. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Ryan nods. “Good.” And just like that, he walks away, leaving me in a million pieces. ~~~

My father flatly stated. Victors slowly looked towards me before a wry smile formed. "I guess we will be married forever than." He wryly stated. I blankly stared at him as I tried to figure out how I could get rid of him. He didn't want to be with me. The countless rumors of his infidelity told me as much. He could get a job away from my fathers company and leave me but instead he wanted to live a luxurious life while using my name.

He whispered to Tonia who was breathing heavily in his grip. "I never wanted kids, my parents are the one asking for that and you know I give no fucks about what they want! I don't care if they need grandkids, they're not my priority, you are. I love you and I'm not requiring you to make kids for me, ever. So, I'm not marrying her because she fills that post..." "I'm only doing this to protect us,, and moreover it's only for two years, okay?" He said softly, caressing her hair.

tell me why you want to marry my daughter it's for money. me:- she was my very good girlfriend and I want to marry her because I love her and understand her father:- love is not the reason to get married if you don't have 100 million dollars then I reject you amelia:- how I can marry someone who is a stranger father:- tell me how can you marriage someone who is that useless, begger,greedy,worthless and piece of shit. I reject him already and I am your father don't talk back. I didn't give you this kind of sacrament. and you now get out from my office

When she dragged me to the staircase, I heard Nancy say with a sob, “Dad, I don’t want to marry into that family! They can’t even afford servants these days. I’ll die over there!” “Nancy, don’t you worry.” George’s voice was sickeningly gentle. “I won’t let you suffer,” he said.

Julian lied, leaning forward, his eyes bright with false, desperate hope. “We can still fix this, Evie. My father... he’s an old man. He’s cold, he's ruthless, he doesn't know how to feel anything. He’s using you to get to your family’s shipping lanes. Come away with me today. We can fly to London, or we can file a motion to declare the marriage invalid on grounds of corporate coercion. My dad's lawyers can find a loophole. Just tell the press he forced you.” Evelyn leaned forward, mirroring his posture until her face was only inches from his across the table. The scent of her expensive jasmine perfume–a scent he had never bought her–filled his senses.

"Please, get married." I freeze, my eyes widening in disbelief. How can he ask such a thing? Abigail and I are not in a relationship, and the notion of marriage feels sudden and overwhelming. My voice trembles as I respond, "Dad, how's that possible? We're not together. We can't just—" But my father's gaze remains steadfast, his determination unwavering. He interrupts me, opposing my protestations and forcefully insisting that we should marry. His desire is clear—he sees Abigail as the perfect choice to become his daughter-in-law.

I don't want to see anyone right now. "We have to discuss your marriage" My father snapped. "You can't expect me to marry someone I don't even know! to get married just like that, to get married just like that? out of the blue?" I snapped right back anger coating my voice. "Yes, you will Dolores, and at the night of your wedding you will spread your legs and carry out your duty!" He deadpan. His eyes filled with rage. I glared at him. How can he be like this? why is he like this? "Why does it have to be me? I'm sure someone else would be more than happy to take my pla-"