Arranged Marriage Comic Novels & Stories

It was one of my favorite things in the world now—he didn’t laugh often, but when he did, it was real. “Fine,” he said. “But you owe me for this.” “I’m marrying you. I think that covers it.” He pulled me toward the bed, his hands trailing heat down my back. “Then let me start cashing in on that debt.” We fell together, laughing, kissing, wrapped in a bubble of joy that, for once, didn’t feel like it would pop. One month later – Tuscany The sun dipped low behind the hills, casting the vineyard in a warm, honeyed glow. Lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, strings of fairy lights twinkled above the tables, and soft Italian music floated through the air.

His lips lifted, trying to suppress a mocking laugh. "And you like the idea of marrying your best friend, don't you?" Bull's eye. I laughed at the sexual undertone in his question. "There's a reason why he wanted to marry me," I defended. "And what is it, then?" His arms leaned onto the table and stared at me intently. I drew out a deep breath, gulping a few times before managing to speak out. "It was an arranged marriage. They decided to merge the two companies to form a large institution," I muttered slowly.

Adams actually started to laugh at what I said which had me lowering my gaze in irritation. “How is that funny?” I couldn’t help but ask with a clipped tone. Adams looked at me again and rubbed my cheek gently as he tried to calm himself down. “I don’t see what’s so funny about what I said.” I mumbled as I moved my face away from him. He sighed a little before speaking in a more serious tone. “It was an arranged marriage that was planned out by his wife’s deceased grandfather.” “Deceased grandfather?” I couldn’t help but ask in surprise. “Yes his wife inherited her grandfathers company and billions of dollars the moment she married Mr. Connery.” He said in exasperation.

Instead, she laughed, actually squealed, clapping her hands like she’d just been given good news. “Oh, I love this!” she said brightly. “A typical arranged marriage setup, the man hates the woman at first, but later falls madly in love. I’ve read about this so many times. It’s usually fun.” I stared at her, deadpan, then let out a hollow laugh. “Heh. You do realize this isn’t fiction, right? This is reality.” She tilted her head, eyes glinting. “You just wait and see.” Her confidence wasn’t charming, it was irritating, childish, and delusional.

“Don’t just sit there gawking, Heather. Say something.” She was still silent. And then her mouth dropped open. “That . . . was one of the most . . . craziest stories I’ve ever heard. I’ve heard of arranged marriages. I’ve even heard of marriages taking place for financial gain. But, a man marrying his secretary to acquire land that has been in her family for generations and then making provisions for the eventual break-up . . . that’s a new one.” “Not really,” Christopher said defensively. “Instead of marrying for money, we married for land. In my world real estate is money.”

"What kind of bullshit? That is the most ridiculous sentence I've ever heard in my entire life." Irene frowned as she turned to face Noah, who was still focused on driving "Just so you know, you and I are not the only ones who got married as a result of an arranged marriage in this world. I've read many stories about arranged marriages, and many of them ended up falling in love and growing old together." Noah laughed again, "But that won't happen in our relationship," he said as he came to a stop in front of the Irene Company. "That's good because I hope so as well." As she got out of the car, Irene said.

I said. Zane stared at me as if he was trying to read my face, then words came out of me. “You never told me you had a fiancée.” For one ridiculous moment, I waited for him to laugh. To tell me it was a misunderstanding and it was nothing but an inside joke. Instead, Zane said quietly. “It’s an arranged marriage.” They were going to get married. Suddenly it felt like my ribs had shrunk, pressing against my lungs. “We’re not like that together,” Zane continued, “our family arranged it like when I was sixteen.”

He couldn't help but laugh at Randy's arrogant attitude, which he had often displayed. "What? An arranged marriage? Seriously?" Darwin asked incredulously. "Yeah, Win. You know I never lie, right?" Darwin nodded afterward and then sat across from Randy, trying to find out what was really happening. "Are you seriously going to be in an arranged marriage?" Soon, hearty laughter erupted from Darwin's lips. He was delighted to hear that his arch-nemesis was experiencing a fate similar to his own—being arranged for marriage. Such was the destiny of heirs of wealthy families. If they couldn't find a spouse of equal status, they would be arranged to marry someone from a similar background to streng

Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy . Chapter 7: some things just have to stay hidden . *LORI IVANOV* “So?” Jana and Logan slip into the booth beside me, “Now that you have managed to go through a month without killing Elijah, how is your marriage going?” she asks. I send both of them an annoyed look. “And here I thought you invited me over for drinks”, I grumble. “We did”, Logan says and waves the waitress over, “but we are still curious”, he places his hand on Jana’s upper back and rubs little circles on it.

Not just a classmate but she's like a sister to me as well. "Hey, what are you thinking!? You all know Cams' situation," Kenny stopped them while carrying a tray of slice of cake on it as she approached us. "Hehe, Kenny is right. That's not in our plan yet." I swallowed a chocolate cake while secretly looking around. My eye searches for every hoodie I can find and look at it to see if Auden is one of them. "But mars, you're so lucky. Almost every girl here in the university dream of your husband, huh," said Lucy who's waving the fork she was holding at me. My friends are aware that our marriage was just arranged by our parents.