Arranged Marriage Fanfic Novels & Stories

I needed my best friend just as much as he needed me, and I know I have to tell him the truth about everything. “She’s not re–really - I’m not - we are not -” I sigh, “we aren't married we are, not really, but we shouldn't be.” “I’m not following, Keenan. You would have to explain.” He tells me calmly. And so I spend the next thirty minutes narrating the unfortunate tale that led to the union that Vary and I now share, and the look on his face isn’t one that I haven’t seen before. He seems to picture everything that I’ve explained to him mentally. “So you mean it was an arranged/business marriage like mine and Paris?” He finally asks.

I grumbled. “Sweetheart, take a seat first, please.” “No mom, tell me what the fuck is going on!” "Okay,.." She grinned. "So we've arranged a marriage between you and Sanchez's daughter." She replied. "What. The. Fuck?!" I muttered under my breath. Starla tensed up beside me and I clenched my jaw as anger bubbled up in me. "Mom, don't joke with me, how could you arrange a marriage for me without my consent?" I gritted.

“Not because of the contract. Not because of the arrangement. I love you — the woman who fights me, who makes me feel alive again. You’re mine. Truly mine.” Tears slipped down her cheeks. She touched his face, pulling him down for a slow, deep kiss. “I love you too, Daddy. I stopped pretending weeks ago.” He held her close as the rain gentled against the windows, his hand stroking her back, his cock still twitching inside her. The arranged marriage had become something far more dangerous. Real.

It was an arranged marriage so they arranged a blind date between his son and I. Well, I was madly in love with Matt and instead of showing up at the date, I booked a flight to Ibiza for Matt and I, and we had so much fun. I got back and heard that my supposed date didn’t show up either. He probably also chose to be with his girlfriend. Whatever it was, the merger plan died that night and that was the end of the arranged marriage too. I thought choosing love was the best but the man I did it for betrayed me, and I now have to crawl back to the one I rejected.

, Bright sighed and spoke to his cat who was purring on the table. Bright was equally guilty about last night, perplexed at his own feelings and flustered at how weak he had been in front of them. He wanted to talk to Ash about it, sort it out so that they could go back to being contractually married to each other, living like strangers. Bright had grown accustomed to believing that he had a perfectly happy married life with a husband who he loved and who loved him back. He refused to believe the circumstances that had pulled him and Ash close again but he had found peace in their arrangement and all he wanted was that their marriage never ended.

I asked, trying to sound calm, though excitement crept into my voice. Dylan gave a soft chuckle, exhaling a ring of smoke. His tone was casual, even indifferent. “It’s an arranged marriage. I can’t let it look too bad.” The smile on my face froze. “Who is the ring for?” I heard my voice, dry and brittle. He kissed the corner of my lips. “Obviously, for the woman my family picked for me. Who else?” My blood turned to ice. “Didn’t you say you hated arranged marriages?” I forced the words out. “At Mason’s birthday party, you said—”

Was this girl part of them, I didn't know their faces. "Than talk." "Listen, I want you to know that I love you so much and although this was supposed to be an arranged marriage—" "It not supposed to be." He cut her off, dramatically stopping his typing on the keyboard. "Excuse?" "It's not supposed to be an arranged marriage," he turned his head to her direction, "it is an arranged marriage and I have no idea why you decided to let yourself expect any other thing apart from the way it'd favour both companies."

she told Everlee as she spun around to face her. "What?!" Everlee said frighteningly. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "An arranged marriage," Everlee repeated Paris nodded smiling. Everlee didn't like the idea of it. Before she could tell her that this was not a good thing to do. Her bedroom door opened. It was Mrs. Poppy. "You need to get ready now before they reach here," said Mrs. Poppy. "I'll see you after dinner," Paris told Everlee running off to her room.

A touch on his shoulder startled him, only for him to turn and see his brother smiling while staring at him through the car window. "You must be haunted darn much, what's the problem all about?" Felix rubbed his back, showing concern. He hissed aloud. "Didn't you hear?" "Hear what?" "Dad arranged a marriage for me with his friend's daughter." He explained. Felix rolled his eyes, trying to recollect the friend he was talking about. "You mean, the one who visited today?" "Exactly." Reid breathed hard. "Wow!" Felix expressed happiness. "His daughter must be that pretty and famous for dad to reach such an extent. There's no need to gather women then."

He rubbed her head, his expression softening. Then he turned to me, ice-cold. "Serena, our marriage was arranged. I drew your name. I've tried to be a decent husband, but the only person I love is Bianca. You split us up once. This time, let us be." The nerve. All I felt was disgust—and like I didn't even know him. Yeah, ours was arranged. But I really loved him. That's why I swapped every name in the drawing for mine. Because I loved him, when his parents died and he had no power in the inheritance fight, I begged my parents to help him.