Arranged Marriages Meaning Novels & Stories

I might have to do some research on that one! It seems a little bizarre. Here we go, this is where the shit comes from; I sit at my computer and read the passage aloud, "During the time when arranged marriages were custom, the betrothed couple wasn't allowed to see each other before the wedding at all. The wedding symbolized a business deal between two families (romantic, huh?), and a father would have been pleased for his daughter to marry a man from a rich, land-owning family. But he also feared that if the groom met the bride before the wedding and thought she wasn't attractive, he'd call off the wedding, casting shame onto the bride and her family. Therefore, it became tradition that the

And still, she didn't back down, staring at me with such sensual malice. "Are you going to try to hold me hostage?" she taunted. "Keep me and shackle me to you until you can hand me over to a man who will rape and torture me?" Dammit. She had to word it like that. I didn't want to think about that part. It was simply the way things worked in this world. An arranged marriage was a common occurrence, and I wasn't the man to stand up and protest to the tradition of it. "I have my orders." And I will not fail this job.

A time when he would realize he had made a mistake and beg to take me back. Those were teenage fantasies that had died long ago, though. Even now that we were pledged to be married, I didn’t find myself wishing for him to apologize or love me again. I was curious about him, and I wanted a happy life, but love didn’t need to be a part of it. This was an arranged marriage—emphasis on “arranged.” We weren’t choosing each other; we were choosing our packs.

Is it true your marriage was arranged? At that last question, Nathaniel’s hand closed more firmly around mine as he pulled us forward quickly. A man dressed in all black finally appeared before us, pushing back the paparazzi and their intrusive cameras. With his help, the path cleared and we finally reached the main entrance where a barricade and red carpet display awaited. Nathaniel leaned down close to my ear. “Do you want to get your picture taken? You don’t have to if—” “It’s fine.” I cut in. “A few pictures won’t hurt.”

"I'meeting him soon though." I stared at her, processing this information. Arranged marriage. In this day and age. It seemed so old-fashioned, so unfair. "Don't look at me like that," Jessica said with a small laugh. "It's normal here. Most Alpha families arrange marriages to strengthen alliances between packs. It's just how things work." Before I could type out another response, Jeremy's voice called up the stairs. "Jessica! Kaira! Your car is here!" Jessica stood up, smoothing down her dress. "Come on. Let's go show everyone how gorgeous we look."

Stephan explained to me and shrugged. "So, you were destined to be married in an arranged marriage?" I asked him amazed. He shrugged again and said simply, "Well, most Eurasian nobles marry for the purpose of forming or strengthening alliances between peoples, sometimes internally, sometimes externally. There is not much choice for us at this point," he explained to me. "I hadn't thought of it that way," I muttered to him. Stephan then turned to me and said, "I can imagine how you feel, Your Highness. It's a little awkward at first, but then we usually accept it."

I wasn't planning to accept the arranged marriage, but at least I want to know what I'm refusing about. The document binding my arranged marriage was much longer than I would have expected, it seems that my grandfather and my fiancé's grandfather thought of absolutely everything that could go wrong, and put many clauses about that in the document so that everything would go "right" or as best as could be defined as "right" in the end.

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.

He sighed yet again and gingerly stroked his trimmed blonde beard, “I don’t want to force you into this marriage but you will give a chance to this. If you still feel you don’t want to be with your fiancé. I will let you walk out of it and arrange another marriage for you.” ‘Arrange another marriage’ meaning the marriage will be in any way of his own consent. Either way, it was not my concern, I would leave before the marriage. What was in my favor was less drama. So I shrugged and grumbled, “Okay.” Now I just have to make sure that I am despised by the supposed betrothed. If he already hates me then when I disappear he will sing ‘Hallelujah!’ and go on his merry way.

"Ryan, do you think I'm stupid? You slept with almost every girl in this damn NY city while you were engaged with me. I didn't say a word. Do you know why? Because, I thought I shouldn't tie you in a relation when you were just 18 years old. I gave you your freedom. So, you could enjoy your days before we officially engage." "But that doesn't mean that didn't hurt. Our relatives knew what you were doing. They asked me in different ways that if you were not satisfied with me, if we were still engaged. Mom would say it is just the age. Then you stopped sleeping around. But just because you stopped, the fact can't be ignored that you were disloyal. Yes, our marriage was completely arranged, the