All Chapters of Arranged To Be His: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

31 Chapters

The Proposal

Heira struggled to understand the words she had just heard. Tears streamed down her face, she shouted at the man standing before her. “You can’t be serious”. She had hoped that her father, Charles Arven, was attempting a prank on her, but she knew that he was no man for cracking jokes. She waited for him to smile, to soften, to explain, but he stood there unmoving, waiting for the weight of it to land. “You can’t just marry me off, I'm not some property to be traded,” she yelled at him. “Heira, this marriage is important to our family, it is the only way of getting back up after the backlash the company faced. Investors are on our necks and we are losing a lot of deals. “Dante’s family has exactly what we need, they are the most influential people in the city.” he said calmly. “This isn’t a business deal!” she snapped. Charles sighed heavily. “You are being selfish Heira, this isn’t just about you, it’s about our family and our future. You need to understand that”. “I don’t car

A Stranger at the Registry

The faint hum of a ceiling fan could be heard as soft sunlight streamed through the floral curtains. Heira woke up, squinting at the brightness in the room, her head throbbing from the wine she had consumed the previous night. It took her a moment to remember where she was. This wasn’t her room. She sat up slowly, trying to remember what had happened. The last thing she remembered was Bethy supporting her balance as they walked out of the bar. The smell of fresh espresso lingered in the room, and her stomach gave a weak growl. She got out of the bedroom, still in the dress she wore last night, which smelled of wine. She found Bethy in the kitchen, pouring two cups of coffee. Bethy looked like she had been up for a while. Her white blouse tucked into soft jeans, her hair brushed back neatly into a ponytail, and her cologne smelled fresh with a warm hint of vanilla. “You’re awake,” Bethy said gently, sliding a steaming mug across the counter. “You look like you wrestled in your slee

Her Cold-Hearted Husband

Heira’s eyes wandered through the huge house as they walked through the hallways. The spacious living room was decorated in shades of gray and dark wood, with soft sofas and a fireplace that seemed more for style than for warmth. The whole space looks extremely beautiful, but it definitely needed the warmth of a feminine touch to make it a home. Mrs. Collins noticed Heira casting glances around the house. “That’s Mr. Moretti. He likes everything in order.” Then, lowering her voice, she added, “But don’t worry, dear. A home should feel lived in. Give it time.” Her kindness took some of the edge off Heira’s chest. When they arrived at the bedroom, Heira paused at the entrance, and was drawn to the large, immaculately made bed. She was clearly exhausted after a hard day. Mrs. Collins set her suitcase down gently. “You must be tired after today. I’ll have something light prepared for you in the kitchen. Would you like tea?” “Yes, please,” Heira replied softly. Mrs. Collins nodded af

The Betrayal

Heira felt punched in the chest. The intense pain of her father taking what she worked so hard for began to suffocate her. She had given her all, from client negotiations to hosting high-profile events and securing partnerships with other corporations. Due to her dedication, the company had experienced massive growth in the past year. “What more does he want? I already did what he wanted. I don’t deserve any of this,” Heira cried out. “I’m sorry you are going through this,” Sebastian said softly, sympathizing with her. Sebastian has been the nicest friend to Heira in the office. He has offered a helping hand to her at times when she felt dragged by the weight of being the boss’s daughter. “I won’t accept this. I’m going to Dad.” Heira drove straight to Charles Arven’s office. “Dad, why is my position getting reassigned to someone else? You know how much effort I’ve put into this.” Charles, who was in the middle of work, seemed rather displeased at her for barging in. “You need

A Friend Indeed

The bar became silent, and the only things Heira could hear were her own thoughts. She snapped out of it when she noticed a shadow looming over her. A man dressed in funny attire came into view as she raised her head. “Sorry I’m late,” he added, with an eager smile. Bethy's eyes met Heira’s. They both stared at each other with confusion on their faces. “I think you’ve got the wrong person, cause I'm not familiar with this face”. “No darling, I'm at the right place. It’s me, your date, we matched online remember? … and I told you I’d meet you here tonight.” He paused mid-conversation, expecting a sense of confirmation from her. “Wait! You’re Dan?” Bethy let out a shocking gasp. “Certainly, Dan in different aspects though. Some know me as DanBytes cause tech is where the money is. DanBuzz, I be turning up and showing out. DanDoodle based on some part of my personality, I don't quite like being called that but I just play it off for the people you know.” His words tumbled out with

Heart & Aches

The intense pain she felt as she hit the ground hard was nothing compared to the heartache from Dante's betrayal. She had twisted her ankle from the way Dante threw her out. Her hands clutched the wall as she managed to stand. She staggered forward, her breath coming out in broken sobs. Each step she took felt like torture. Her ankle screamed with pain, and yet her heart bled louder. Tears blurred her vision, dripping down her cheeks as she dragged herself away. With shaky steps, she hurried to her room, her slippers scuffing against the polished floor. It was the middle of the night, but she no longer wanted to stay. The home meant to be a safe haven started to suffocate her. She packed very few of her things into a bag and made her way out of the villa. Although she wasn't sure where she was going, she knew she couldn't stay. One wrong step, she stumbled hard and fell against the bannister. Pain shot through her ankle as she let out a loud gasp. The sound echoed through the qu

Blames

“So, where do you know that she has gone to?” Dante was seen pacing the length of his office, one arm folded tightly across his chest whilst the other held his chin. “You shouldn't have let her leave the house at that time of the night, what if something had happened to her?” Rowan continued, refusing to let him off the hook. “I know” Dante shouted as if trying to catch a break from the blames Rowan had been throwing at him. “I just… I didn't know she was serious about leaving. I expected that she would have returned home by now.” “Can you hear yourself? How could you not know she was seriously going to leave? Your security informed you about her leaving but you still gave no word. Now you are here pacing forth and back, why even bother like you care?” Dante held a stern gaze at Rowan. His words came out in anger. He became aggravated, almost throwing a punch at him. “What! Are you implying that I shouldn't care about my wife's whereabouts?” Rowan saw the way his face burned wi

Lost

“You’ll have a follow-up appointment next week. And ensure you get plenty of rest for the next few days as emotional strain can trigger another episode.” James Arthur handed her a small envelope containing her prescription. Heira nodded faintly as she sat quietly on the hospital bed, her gaze fixed on the sunlight streaming through the blinds, drawing faint lines across the sterile floor. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor had become oddly comforting, steady but predictable, unlike the chaos that had landed her here. It had been three days since she was admitted. Three long days of monitor beeping, nurses checking vitals, and footsteps fading into corridors. Sebastian had been her only visitor. He showed up quietly each morning, sometimes bringing flowers. Bethy wasn’t in town, but she never failed to FaceTime her daily. Her face glowed with worry through the screen, “I wish I were there to take care of my baby,” her voice soft and heavy with guilt. “But I'm sure you underst

A Scheme

He leaned against his car, jaw clenched with irritation. For once, he could feel power slipping away from him. Heira was gone and wasn’t coming back. At least from the way her eyes went cold he was sure. Her eyes had always softened whenever she looked at him, he’d always notice a faint smile play on her lips, and that man… he seemed almost perfect with her. What was he thinking? Nahh, he hated the thought of it. He alone gets to hold her that way. Heira was everything he had ever found breathtaking. Her beauty was out of this world. Her chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes would make any man fall in love in seconds. He still remembered the first day he saw her. He’d been mesmerized and completely taken aback. But he had to stay locked in. He couldn’t afford to feel anything but resentment after the damage her father caused. As much as he hates her, he doesn’t want her near any other man. How else would she feel the heat? Maybe this time, he had pushed it too far. He was supposed to

Not Again

Heira got up from the bed she lay on, her eyes catching something familiar. A charm bracelet lying on the table. She reached for it, her fingers brushing over the tiny silver charms dangling from the chain. It looked familiar. Then she remembered, it was the same one Sebastian had given her on her last birthday. She smiled as she caressed it in her hand. Each year, they exchanged gifts, a quiet ritual that had somehow become their thing. She had always looked forward to it, wondering what thoughtful gift he would come up with next. She remembered wearing this bracelet almost every day until she’d misplaced it a week ago. Sebastian stepped into the room, his expression easing when he saw her awake. “You’re up,” he said softly. “How are you feeling now?” Heira nodded, brushing some strands of hair behind her ear. “I feel much better.” “Good. You had me worried for a bit.” She couldn’t help but smile faintly. He had made her eat the meal he prepared, take her medication and rest a

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