Arranged Marriage Romance Novels Novels & Stories

It wasn't part of the script. "You heard right. It was supposed to be an arranged marriage and I went to their house to pick someone to marry. Since my wife and I have once known each other, I would of course choose her. It was love at first sight after all. Who wouldn't love someone as adorable as her?" He looked at her lovingly.

She said, and I sighed, choosing not to say a word for second. “Our marriage is not less than any other successful one that happened before. While yes, it is one that is arranged, I doubt that you should be ignoring the fact that most big families, mafia families, and royalties have arranged marriages.” I said, and she raised an amused eyebrow. “Especially when in our position.” “I doubt that you realize that this is the twenty-first century where most are allowed to choose the person to be with.” “Not when they are in a position like ours.” I said, and she looked away. “Our place comes with a darkness, and you know how difficult it can be to maintain it without getting lost in it. One mista

This impossible, devastating, completely fucked-up moment where I realize that the arranged marriage I’ve been dreading might actually be to the one person I’ve wanted all along. But wanted on my terms. Not like this. Not as some corporate merger disguised as romance, orchestrated by people who think love is a line item on a balance sheet. He was supposed to be my choice, not my assignment. The blood drains from my face like someone just opened a valve and let all my hopes leak out onto Le Vieux Château’s marble floors. Because this changes everything. And absolutely nothing. I’m still trapped. Still being traded like property. Still walking into a marriage that’s more about quarterly projec

A sigh shudders out of me. Why does he keep hurting me then acting like he cares? Why does it matter to him what Nelima says about me? Why does it matter to me that he defended me? No. No. I shake my head quickly, sharply, trying to force the thought out. I can’t afford to think like that. This marriage was arranged. Forced. A solution to his pack’s politics not a romance, not fate, not anything close to what a real bond should be in this world of wolves and destinies.

(Anastasia's POV) My mind went blank as I stares at the white folder for almost an hour now. Did not know what to do in this situation to the fact that this is Grandfather wish me to do. Is this what they called Arranged Marriage? I only read this in books and saw this situation in movies as the two people tied the knot without love involved but all because to joined forces with their companies to be more powerful in the business world. Am I experiencing the same situation?

she reminded him. "Then what kind of couple are we?" he asked, trying to control his anger and she felt it. "What do you mean, what kind of couple? You know that we only had an arranged marriage and after a week or two of being married you left." she replied, this time she showed him that she was angry. There was nothing to be angry about if they had been intimate from the very beginning. But thinking he was doing it just now, three years after, then their marriage is not something she called normal.

“Well, damn. I’m happy for you, brother. I will disown you if my wife and I won’t be your principal sponsors.” I joined them, laughing. “I’m thrilled, brother, but we might get married in the City Hall or before the judge.” “Why? Is she pregnant?” “God, no. We haven’t—you know.” “Wait. What I’m missing here?” “We’re arranged.” “Holy fuck,” he reacted. “Shit.” That one came from Princess Carlott. “Language, sweetheart,” Rome chided his wife, only to laugh at him. “How? Are you okay with all of this? I mean, she’s beautiful. Storm even said, London’s hot.”

BILLIONAIRE'S EX-WIFE HAS A SON (BOOK 2 OF ARRANGED MARRIAGE WITH MY EX-BOYFRIEND'S BROTHER) SYNOPSIS Years ago, the naked picture of a fashion model spread on the internet, tarnishing her image. She lost many contracts and was on the verge of losing her company—but her father hurried to her aid by arranging a marriage for her with one of the multi–trillionaires in the country, the son of his old friend.

Today is such a beautiful day... "Mom, what did you say? You want me to get married? To Who? What types of a person is he?" questions started to flow out one by one "Ha-ha. An arranged marriage in the 21st century, tell me, mom, you're just kidding" She tried to laugh it off. Ok, today might not be a beautiful day, at least for a certain someone. That girl has long dark hair that is soft and silky. Her lip is plumb which, gives off a sexy vibe when she opens and closes her mouth.

Auden is quiet and just keeps nodding and agreeing with whatever his Dad tells him. It was business, after all, so we also got married because of our parents’ companies. We're now eating our brunch. We haven't eaten breakfast well before. Her Daddy and Mommy were at the table with us. They look so sweet and delicate with each other. But as far as I know, they are also just victims of the 'Arrange-marriage concept'. I wonder how everything turned out like this. His father turned his gaze to me. "How's things working for both of you? Do you need anything?" he asked. He looked at Auden and me while waiting for an answer.