Arranged Marriage Historical Romance Novels & Stories

“Kriti, see, he’s the best groom and has the best family we’ve found for you in the last two years. This family is far better than any of the other proposals. We’ve researched them all, and I’m sure that you’ll be treated like a real princess in that house. They have everything, and Arnav…he’s a gem who’ll complement my golden daughter perfectly. Just trust me and try to brush off these doubts of yours.” I nodded looking into her eyes as I shook off the memories. We were married today in a traditional ceremony and here I was busy with a trail of thoughts. My eyes fell upon a cute, yellow flower pot on the nightstand and it pulled me back to the present. There was a large cupboard on the left

I was hoping he would ask me out soon enough and then this happens. What’s even more annoying is that this news has ruined my mood this morning. How do I tell Triss, my female best friend, that I'm about to venture into an arranged marriage without feeling embarrassed? “ Tess baby you know if I had the choice I wouldn't let this happen, I never wished for you my precious daughter to be in a loveless marriage but come to think of it, love would come in as time goes, “ My mom said sadly with a pleading tone.

I looked at him. "But there is something else I need to tell you." He held my gaze. "The reason I agreed to this marriage was not only to repay your father's debt." I went still. "Three years ago," he said. "The council gathering in the Merin territory. You were there with your father. You were arguing a border dispute with an Alpha twice your age and you were winning it and you looked like you had known you were going to win before the conversation began." He paused. "I stood across that hall and I could not stop watching you. I did not know your name yet. I just knew I had never seen anyone like you."

Then when she finally met the man she was set up with, her heart became a little concerned about this arranged marriage. There was history between them, a past that made her think this arranged marriage might not be that bad. Back in school, they had been quite close. She had even once had a crush on him, though those feelings had remained unspoken and eventually faded. But when she saw him again after all these years, she felt something. The fluttering warmth of being around him might still linger. His attitude, his care—everything he had shown during their time together to prepare for the wedding. Also the treatment that turned out to be so much better than her expectations, made her care

BROOKE Luna Davenport’s words rang in my head repeatedly. She’d easily renewed my motivation by sharing that her and Ace’s father’s union wasn’t a peaceful process either. I’d always assumed that Ace was one of the few alpha heirs that were against being in an arranged marriage, but after hearing about her experience, I realized that wasn’t the case. In fact, I did a deep dive research on arranged marriages throughout history in the library after I left the hospital and I learned that most powersful Alphas were too stubborn to concede the hopes of having a love marriage or a mated marriage that could strengthen their reign.

I didn’t understand how to react on this because past emotions, both bitter and sweet were stirring inside me. It was an arranged marriage before in which I invested my love and dedication. History seemed to turn its wheel again. He wanted me to marry him for the sake of our daughter. “I am waiting for your answer, Miss Scott. You’ll be known as my legal wife and I guarantee you that no one will raise a question on your character or our daughter. Let me know when you are ready. I will ready the papers.” He spoke when I didn’t say a word. It pulled me out of my thoughts and his words finally sank in.

“Stop dramatizing everything.” She wanted to laugh. She wanted to scream. Instead, she whispered, “I’m not lying.” He had always believed she was. From the beginning, their marriage had been an arranged union carved by his grandfather. A strategic alliance. Evelyn Vance: kind, healthy, suitable. Good breeding. Good reputation. No scandals. A perfect corporate bride. Aria had been the love story. Evelyn had been the obligation. Damian adjusted his cufflinks, immaculate even in a hospital room. “Sign the papers. We’ll finalize this quietly. You’ll be compensated generously.”

“Come, let’s go downstairs. If you keep sitting, you might wrinkle the dress, mia cara.” “I don’t give a damn about this dress,” I glare at him with narrowed eyes. “With this marriage, the Russian mafiosos will give us a truce. You will be protected.” “And you will be richer, won’t you?” I say sarcastically. I had done my research, and as fantastical as it sounded, it was my reality. For centuries, arranged marriages had been popular among the mafia. They did it for various reasons—agreements, protection, truces… And now, I was part of it.

She couldn't help but wonder about the hidden dynamics and emotions that lay beneath the surface, potentially shaping their lives together. Olivia contemplated Asher's explanation, acknowledging the potential challenges that accompany arranged marriages. "Right. Arranged marriages can indeed be stressful, but if both partners truly understand each other, there's no turning back, I suppose. Love can still bloom even in such circumstances." Asher nodded in agreement, understanding Olivia's point. However, a tinge of uncertainty crossed his face as he responded with a shrug of his shoulders. "Well, that's the hope, isn't it? But love is a complicated matter, and sometimes it eludes even the mos

I’ll be able to breathe easier, free from the weight on my shoulders. I kept my eyes on him, waiting for him to speak. His calm, bronze-colored eyes looked into mine before he spoke softly. “The relationship Loraine and I have is because of my mom and Vanessa’s wishes—an arranged marriage.” I was shocked. Arranged marriage? I didn’t expect that. His grip on my hand tightened as he looked away before continuing.