Arranged Marriage Romance Novels & Stories

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.

"But Max... "Don't take a freedom that doesn't belong to you again, I'm not interested in you, or anyone in your family, I'm not here for pleasure..." Máximo growled with a clenched jaw. "Much less do I care to have you as my spouse..." And if you are chosen to marry me, do not think, not for a moment, that I will become a sweet and loving spouse, do not expect anything from me, I do not like you, I am not attracted to you at all, I do not even like you, you are no different from all the stupid girls who live throwing themselves before me... This is an arranged marriage, a transaction between the two families, nothing more. Valeria's eyes filled with tears as the girl clenched her fists at h

Her midsection was growing. Dante had said Catalina melted Dario’s hardened heart. After Josie’s death, Dario had shut down, striving only to become capo. Watching the two of them dance, chat, and smile gave me hope. Not all arranged marriages were hell. Dario and Catalina were an example of that. As I looked up at my new husband, he turned toward me, and without the cheers of the guests, he craned his neck until his strong lips brushed over mine.

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.

All the love, attention, and devotion gone down the drain. “Elena,” I murmured, finding my voice at last. “I don't care. It's... It's an arranged marriage. Right from the start, that's what it is. So long as we're fond of each other, and we have that mutual respect, we'll be able to pull it off. To make it work. We've been best friends for long, haven't we? That's a good foundation right there, so everything is not totally a lost cause.”

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

“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.

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."

Glancing down at my Rolex,, I realize I have about five hours before my yearly date with my intended bride. Antonia and I have had an arranged marriage since I was four and she was nothing more than a fetus in her mom’s belly. Arranged marriages are nothing new in the underworld especially when it comes to treaties. That was the case for me and Antonia or Toni as she prefers to be called. Our marriage solidifies the alliance with the Russians and Italian mafias, who also have an alliance with the Irish, which was a different arranged marriage long before Toni and I were arranged to be married.

I asked as I stroked a few strands of my hair behind my ear. “Oh yes. Aria! Oh my goodness!” He said. Jerome hasn't changed much since high school, he was my very good friend back in school. “Where have you been? After high school, you just disappeared like that. I reached out to your mom a year ago, and she told me you got married” He got a seat for the both of us. “ It was an arranged marriage, but now I'm divorced” I smiled weakly. We gisted a lot as we tried to catch up, then we exchanged contacts. It was getting late, we promised to check up on each other then he helped me get Anna into the car as I drove off.