Arranged Marriage Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

So concerning Daniel and Kathie marriage I was think we should get them married by next weekend" I said. The two women nodded their head. " That is good" my wife said. " We will start the wedding preparations as soon as possible" Mrs Donald said. " It is not a loud or noisy wedding, you it is an arranged marriage it is not based on love or feelings for each other.. it is against their will.. we will only invite friends, families and business partner" Donald said. I nodded my head. " There is no problem on that" my wife said. " I also agree with you" Mrs Donald said.

“Except dating. I can’t have my wife dating other men.” “And you won’t see other women.” She said it like a statement, not a question. “Aye, you’ll be my moon and stars, lass.” “I don’t see how we’re going to do this today. We need a license, an officiant.” I placed the envelope on the table. “Taken care of.” She opened the flap and pulled out the marriage license I’d applied for, both of our names already written down. “Are you serious? You knew I’d say yes?”

It wasn't that she cared about what people thought of her, it was that she set down everything she held onto just to marry him. Including her pride. She had to let go of that. But while she read the book she was proud that she was his wife. And it was because when they looked past their anger towards the marriage and their parents and truly began to see each other, their hearts opened freely. Blair smiled as she read the book, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. Blair finally fell asleep with a smile, she didn't even think about the threatening message that Richard sent to her. She just slept.

He looked her in the eyes, and suddenly the weight of their arrangement felt lighter, shifting into something more promising, something that could be. Bridgette couldn’t help but smile. The humor of their initial meetings swirled into a new unpredictability filled with potential. Maybe arranged marriages weren’t so traditional; they were simply the backdrop of a new adventure waiting to unfold. As they sat on that bench, two surprised lovers navigating unforeseen affection, Bridgette felt the rush of hope blossoming, uncertain, yet exhilarating.

I expected this already anyways. "Alright, Grandpa," I answered, bracing myself for the inevitable introduction to a woman chosen by my family, not by my heart. People say arranged marriages are like a plan for a steady life. No messy emotions, just a logical decision based on tradition and family advice. It might not have the intense passion we associate with love, but is that a fair exchange for a stable and predictable life? If I follow my grandfather's choice, my life would be straightforward. No heartbreaks, no one-sided love, just following tradition without the need for big romantic gestures or dramatic love stories – just quietly accepting the path set for me.

"My grandfather is orchestrating our marriage to secure a business deal and for my ailing grandmother. They hold the belief that if the eldest grandson marries first, it will heal any sickness. However, I refuse to marry her, and you will make this fact known to them." Never had I been so confounded. Abruptly, the myriad of stories and novels I had read swarmed my thoughts, the idea of an arranged marriage between two mighty conglomerates overwhelming me, casting me as the antagonist in their narrative.

Especially in the state my mind was currently in. "I thought you said I did mean something to you, though?" Lena asked in a muted tone as she tried to control her emotions. "That came out wrong," I admitted. "I just meant that the marriage was arranged. It's not like I actually proposed to you. It wasn't an emotional choice it was logical. “This marriage is and was completely controlled by the politics of our countries. And it is our duty, all emotion aside, to make sure we follow through with the promises that our father's made. Love and duty don't always go hand in hand. Sometimes you have to choose."

So, he nicely turned them down. "I am so sorry, Madame. But Miss Andy said that no one can check the gown." "Uhh, what kind of gown did she choose? Something like Gothic style?" Kathleen asked. Damien looked at her for a while, pauses and it took a while for him to react. "Honey, I don't design gothic styles." Damien told. "Besides, I am loyal to the brides. Not to the people who would check on their gowns. No offense but—you aren't going to wear the gown but the bride." He smiled at them forcefully.

Maybe he did, even if he didn’t want to admit it. The Delta nodded. “It’s true. With arranged marriages like this, it can take a while. But sometimes, I think they’re more fulfilling in the end than marriages that start with love.” “You’re just saying that because your marriage was arranged,” one of the Gammas laughed. The other Gamma snorted. “Yeah. It sounds like a cope.” “No, I mean it! Those kinds of relationships, the ones that start with fiery passion, can fizzle out quickly once the honeymoon phase wears off. But marriages built on duty and trust first—those are the ones that truly last.”