Arranged Marriage Historical Romance 소설 & 이야기

Alex said, which was immediately greeted by laughter from Aria. The balcony was not too far from their room. Not even two minutes later, Alex was hovered on top of his little wife, kissing her until both of them almost ran out of breath. Alex removed his lips from hers, looking deeply into her eyes. “Aria…” He stroked her smooth, rosy cheek. “For me, marriage is something sacred. An arranged marriage is a marriage.” Aria swallowed hard. She knew why Alex said that. Because she still doubts their marriage. "But our marriage is based on your and my father's business agreement," Aria whispered. "We've known each other for quite a short time..."

“But what if we can make it work, what if we can learn to love each other “. I said. She shook her head repeatedly and told me it was just a waste of time. Since the accident, it has always been Cara, though I can’t seem to remember my past life with Cara was so beautiful even though we agreed on an arranged marriage. She helped so much throughout my recovery process and she tried to assist in bringing back my memories but it got to a point where I just gave up about everything in the past because nothing seemed to be working. We’ve been married for two years now, hence the contract we agreed on but I just couldn’t find it in myself to let go of her since she was the only one I knew. Cara wa

It was a marriage for convenience, alright. I never wanted this from the very start but I was left with no choice. It was actually a promised wedding that was supposed to be between the descendants of my grandfather and his best friend Buenvenido Hernandez. Since the two were both blessed with only children and both were sons, they decided to pass the agreement to their grandchildren. When Don Buenvenido Hernandez passed away, my grandfather voided the agreement and never tried to insist on the arranged marriage, since his dear friend was gone. But when Don Gerardo Hernandez’s company got into serious financial trouble, he used that old agreement to ask for help from my grandpa. Pleased, my

I didn't also want her to know my husband was my previous lover. “I'd think about that” I said dismissively and entered my car. As I drove away, I could see the anger and hate in her eyes. I was so glad I was pushed into this marriage, instead of her, because I wouldn't have met Darren. Not all arranged marriages end badly, at least mine favoured me. This was fate and fate gave us a second chance. _________________________________________ I sat on the bed with my legs on the bed too as I massaged my toe. It was swollen as a result of how heavy the cart was.

I had to come clean. But I wasn’t about to let Olivia walk out feeling as though she gained the upper hand. I took a deep breath in and channeled my inner Katherine Silverwood. “Yes, it is true,” I said calmly. “You see, Kane’s and my marriage was arranged. He and I were complete strangers that came from two entirely different backgrounds. It wasn’t easy to simply merge our lives together, so we came to an agreement that we would try to make our marriage passable.” I hadn’t missed the few gasps that echoed across the room. More of the reporters turned away from Olivia and threw their unyielding attention toward me. I noticed the irritation flickered in her eyes.

Lucas saluted and Alexandro nodded as Lucas turned back and left the room. "The wedding is near." He mutters. "I wanted to keep it simple and quiet so nothing bad will happen." His Secretary, Major Roy Graciano nodded and made arrangements for a venue. But as Alexandro thinks of it deeply—it is still possible that someone will ruin the wedding. He was hoping that there will be no bombing or so. It will be chaotic. Damn it. They just received a few threats recently. So there's no other choice for him but to force her to marry Zachary Pattinson.

“Are you going to keep lying? You not only approached me with a purpose last night. You also stole my watch. There is a camera footage of you picking it up after it fell from your hand in the lobby so don't even try to deny it, is your mother even sick?” “I didn’t approach you with purpose. Trust me, if I knew that I was going to marry you today, I wouldn’t have approached you. I am as shocked as you were when I saw you at the altar. I was supposed to get married to Gregory Quin.” Saying his name with the word marriage would forever traumatize me.

She turned to face the small gathering that had assembled around us, Harold, Sarah, Peter, my father, enough of an audience that I understood, immediately, this wasn't meant to be private. "A year ago," my mother said, her voice carrying easily, "I helped arrange a marriage I believed, at the time, was simply a sensible business decision for both our families. I want everyone here to understand something I've only recently come to understand myself. Whatever began as an arrangement has become something else entirely, chosen freely, fought for honestly, by two people who owe nothing to any deal their families once struck on their behalf." I felt Anna's hand find mine, and I turned to look at

"Why would we be plotting against you? We are just having a lovely discussion about the future" Juliana replied but Xander didn't believe her. He knew his mother never ran out of tricks, who knows what she's telling their hosts. "So, how was your talk?" Annabel asked curiously. She couldn't wait to know what they had both decided. Both Winter and Xander went back to their previous sit and joined the rest of them. "The talk was nice and we've decided to get married" Xander stated, looking at Winter who nodded.

She spoke the last part of the sentence stealthily. "Kathy! The driver is listening." "Nah, no way girl. He ain't!" We both laughed. After about 30 minutes we arrived at the Carrington Estate. We weren't very late but there were a handful of sumptuous cars and plushy-looking guests already inside and entering the main hall. Kathy put her right arm around my left and we proceeded inside. Huge and pendulous chandeliers of different colours seemed like they were going to fall at any time. And the dresses of the guests, especially the female ones, made us feel like we had a wardrobe malfunction.