Arranged Marriage Historical Romance Novels & Stories

I hadn’t realized I was shaking until he reached for my hands, gently squeezing them. “Look, I don’t know what picture you’re talking about. But whatever you saw, it’s not what it looked like—” “I saw it in the newspaper. Page six. I know exactly what I saw.” My voice cracked as I pulled my hands away. “You know, Nathaniel, when you told me you had a girlfriend, I never held it against you.” From the corner of my eye, I noticed Velma approaching, her expression curious, probably wondering what the fuss was about. “I tried so hard to be the understanding wife. Because after all, this is an arranged marriage, right? Temporary. No feelings involved. Nothing of that sort.”

Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age. I was an exception only because my parents were dead, so there was no one who could arrange my marriage other than Damon. Who had other important things to work on at that time, rather than looking for a guy to marry me, which gave me a little extra time than other women. But it came to an end when a war broke out between Cosa Nostra and the American mafia which made Cosa Nostra seek out Bratava for help and which eventually led to me marrying Alex, which scared me.

Oh my gosh, I still can't believe that I missed my bestie's wedding, I feel like the worst person on earth," Avery said wiping invisible tears from her face. "Stop making a fuse already, not like the wedding means anything to me, it is a fucking arranged marriage," Nelly spat angrily. "Seriously, who practice arranged marriage in this era, that was in the time of the old not now again things have changed. My parents can never force me to be with someone I don't love, is never going to happen" Avery said through gritted teeth. "I never had a choice, if you were in my shoes there is nothing you can do, my father got into a stupid deal with Michael Kent and I was forced to marry his son and her

"Don't try to act all smart. There's one thing you need to know. You've got the bad ass. It's either you opt out now or never. You can still be saved or you'll be in a bondage your entire life." "Do you think I want to do this?!" I asked in a slight yell. "Then opt out. Stop being pretentious. I didn't believe any lady could agree to an arranged marriage. I thought all ladies sought love. I totally forgot that ladies are money searchers. But still, they appreciate love with money. That's why you're unique." He avowed. "You've got it all wrong. He shrugged and walked past me, heading to the door. "I'll pick you up tomorrow so you can get your stuffs."

she added with a smile. “ He was a sweet man, and even though my marriage to him was arranged by his own father, we figured a way to make it work. “ I turned to her looking interested, in my twenty six years on earth this was my first time learning my parents marriage was an arranged one. “Yes, I married your father in an arranged marriage and I didn’t know I would learn to love him. Thirty two years down the line, you and your brother are the best gifts this marriage has given me, and there’s no way I will deliberately put you in harms way.”she said placing a hand on my knee.

lucky me. They ended up deciding on making a natural makeup and about an hour later they were done. My mom walked in with the four blondes who had an annoyed look on and they were glaring at me. Well actually found out that Bridget wanted Xavier to marry Brittany but Alberto's dad and my grandpa arranged a marriage for us. "Are you guys done with the makeup?"Mom asked and they nodded. "Then let's get you in your dress," she said and Elena and Alexa squealed like seriously?

A dormant fireplace at a side and on the mantle, a rough art Sketch no doubt mom's. Carefully dropping the tray on one side of the table so I could arrange the messy files on the other side, I saw the file with my name written boldly on it; not a bit bothered, I moved to arrange it. It must have been one of the legal papers for my adoption process, it always requires a lot of paperwork. ‘Marital contract draft'..., picking the paper with the headline I thought I must have clumsily packed that with mine. I'm pulling the file out for separation ...I froze; this must have been a game of mind or an illusion, right?? A marriage agreement between... OLIVIA BROOKE of QUEENS CONSTRUCTION and..KELLAN

Her stomach fluttered with butterflies as she looked up at the gorgeous man who was pouring his heart out to her. “This decision I’ve made to marry you… it’s coming from the bottom of my heart.” Henry continued as his eyes brimmed with tears. “But I want you to know… the agreement between our fathers was originally between you and me. I was supposed to marry the eldest daughter of the Smith family and here you are, standing in front of me, looking so beautiful in white. Darling, I promise to love you, cherish you, and give you the world.” Roxanne’s heart ached when she heard she was initially arranged to marry Henry. Miriam must have convinced Kenneth to swap them and betrothed her to Victor

Maria said suddenly, during a lull in conversation, "I understand this is an arranged marriage. How... progressive of you to agree to such an old-fashioned concept. Most American women I've met are quite insistent on marrying for love." The table fell uncomfortably silent. Amelia saw her mother stiffen, saw her grandfather's warning glance. "Maria," Alexei murmured, a note of reproach in his voice. But Amelia met Maria's gaze directly. "I believe there are many paths to a successful marriage, Lady Maria. Some begin with passion that must learn to accommodate practicality. Others begin with practicality that may develop into deeper feelings. History shows both approaches can yield great partn

"Daughter, please calm down! Listen to what we have to say so you can reason." I started walking back and forth not being able to believe that that nightmare was really happening. Nervousness took over my entire body and I felt like I was about to lose consciousness at any moment. The only thing my senses repeated without stopping was the phrase said by my father: "You will marry Hector Marques". And all I could think about was, How am I going to get married? Actually, the right question was, how am I going to marry a man I don’t love. In modern times and I was even being subjected to an arranged marriage?