Arranged Marriage Hate To Love Books Novels & Stories

But it is also true that I want to go away from this family, I want to experience warmth and love for once, or at least I want my SPACE my happy Space. If I have to marry someone to stay away from this family, I am okay with it too. I want to go to a place where people will praise or respect me. This place suffocates me!!! I hate this arranged marriage because I don’t know who the person is, I don’t even know whether he is nice or not, and to be honest the real reason is because my father likes him. I don’t think I will fall in love so easily, but I will try to make it work if it’s worth it.

Alex's pov Whatever I did last night was to make her feel comfortable around me. Marriage was something that was never in my plan. And I knew that even If I ever got married it would be purely for business not for love. But even if it was for business I never wanted a wife who would fear me. I accept that I wanted a wife who would obey me, but also someone who could take a stand for herself in public if needed.

Katherine’s Manuscript — Chapter 1 I didn’t expect to fall in love with Damien Richard. Arranged marriages are not designed for love. They are designed for stability. Alliances. Convenience. My parents explained this to me the morning they told me I was getting married. I remember the sunlight coming through the dining room windows while my mother stirred her tea like this was a perfectly ordinary conversation. “The Richards are a respectable family,” she said calmly. My father nodded in agreement. And that was it. That was how my marriage was decided.

Barbara My life was always meticulously planned out from the moment I understood what a mate was. I envisioned a future filled with happiness, love, and companionship. However, unlike many, my story didn't end with that fairytale ending. When I finally met my fated mate, it was an overwhelmingly blissful experience—something I had dreamed of for years. Yet, as the seasons changed and time went on, my happiness began to fade. My mate, once so deeply connected to me, eventually grew distant and no longer desired my presence. One day, he left everything behind—me and our two children—for someone else, abandoning the life we had built together and leaving me to pick up the pieces of a shattered

"Hazel, I really don't want this to turn into something that we both don't want. I do not love you, you have to understand that. I was just being nice to you because we were put in this together. This sham of a marriage is going to end immediately my father dies." I narrowed my eyes at him as he spoke. Arthur really sounded crazy. He even looked forward to his own father's death because of a woman. Even though we had been arranged to marry, I expected that our chemistry would grow with time, and we would end up falling in love or we would at least come to a mutual understanding of some sort to treat each other fairly, but it seemed he had other things in mind.

He still wants me back despite I hate him much for not understanding such simple thing. I did not want to marry him because of my true love existing as a human somewhere else. Was it hard to understand that I did not want to compromise my love for an arranged marriage devoid of affection? I still do believe upon the prophecy of our vampire seer that my true love isn't in vampire world and will be born many years after.

How can he be so ruthless ? "You wouldn't." I said really hoping for it to be true. "Try me ." He said in the same menacing manner. "Why are you doing this? You can have any other woman then why me?" My voice wobbled at the end. I don't love him. How can I marry him ? Liar...... Ok maybe I like him but I certainly don't love him..... "Well , I want you and I get what I want. So don't you dare tell anyone about it or try to escape as there's no way out babe else you know the consequences." He said, making my heart squeeze painfully. Bastard.

Delmour's voice rang with concern. "I don't effing care, Mom! You and Dad claim to love me more, but you both still went ahead and got that little brat married before me, and not just to anyone, but to that fine piece of human meat," Olivia shouted in frustration. She had been holding onto this resentment for far too long. Mrs. Delmour shook her head, struggling to understand her daughter's frustration. "Baby, it's an arranged marriage, and your dad and I will find you someone more attractive as a husband, so don't worry, okay? We've got everything sorted out for you already."

My reason for agreeing to this arranged marriage. “Because I love him,” I lied. “But he doesn’t feel the same way. I think this arrangement will help us fall in love." What nonsense am I spewing to her? I am sure she won’t buy it. “Wait!” El’s eyes lit up. “This is a one-sided love story, and an arranged marriage? Sis, this could totally turn into genuine love, like one of those romance movies.” Thank God she believed the lie. I hated how excited she sounded.

She sat down without waiting, her posture rigid with the kind of unrest she rarely let show outside these walls. “As much as I respect Mother and everything this family stands for,” she began, voice tight, “don’t you think arranged marriages are stupid?” I leaned back, letting the silence stretch for a moment while I absorbed the frustration radiating from her. Family matters always carried their own weight, pulling at threads I had no patience left to mend. “My wife came through an arrangement. I’m still breathing. You can manage it, Valentina.” She shook her head, leaning forward. “No. I’m not letting my life be decided like some business deal. I want to fall in love. I want something that