Arranged Novels & Stories

Misha After knowing who has them it was matter of few hours to figure out where he is. Jack was kept at the abondend building registerd unter the name of Stark Industries. I put on my binoculars and pecked through the bushes; I needed to scope out the area before breaking in. Then I heard rustling and the hair on the back of my neck stood up, but I remained crouching and did not move to alert them. Who was expecting me to arrive? This never occurred.

If my name is picked, then I have to be one of the ten girls that lines up for him to inspect, like a prize a child might choose at a carnival or something. And then he'll get to choose any one of us he desires. I brace myself as our pack leader draws straws. Please don't pick me, I think. Please don't pick me! Please don't... Our Alpha draws a name. Mine. I stare at him, confused. He looks back at me, eyes cold and merciless. "Katia, come here,” he says. I feel like I'm in a dream as I walk over to him, my eyes downcast.

I created images on Zara in the dress instead of Athena since my mind somehow stayed fixated on her. Zavier and I had planned perfectly to make her disappear before the wedding. He was to go her room as she got ready with the guise of checking in on her, drug her with chloroform and haul her body through the back door of the wing she was in. And if asked by any suspected party, he could use the excuse of going over by his sister’s grave since they had talked about her being mated to me. He would tell people that he could not bear to see someone else walk down the aisle his twin was supposed to.

Then, I heard the familiar clicking of heels on the floor. She had her hair in a bun, her dress seemed tighter than normal, her cleavage in full display. The makeup was minimal though. "Elena," She spoke in a singsong voice, a pitch higher than normal, "Wait up." "He came around this time then, Jaden was correct," I tried to sound casual as I tried to calm myself down. I turned around so I could open the door. But Ari placed her hand on the doorknob first. The smile on her face gently morphed to something of distaste.

Just then, we noticed several cars inside our garage, which is all unfamiliar to me. Who the fuck are the owner of these cars? "Sweetheart, Blaire, we're glad you came. Come here. Come and see who you have here." And when I've got to see who the visitors are, I was surprsied to see the Alquezer Clan on their formal attire. "Blaire, hija, we're glad to announce that the wedding... is already concerted. The wedding will be held soonest." And just like that, I am surely be tied to my billionaire ex boyfriend. I am... arranged to my billionaire ex.

I kiss his cheek and run upstairs. The grand ballroom has been transformed into a sacred chapel for the ceremony. The open space is now filled with rows of elegant slip-covered folding chairs, creating a makeshift aisle down the center. A red carpet leads to a raised platform that serves as an altar. Tall glass vases overflow with vibrant chrysanthemums, framing the room. Their sweet scent floats through the air and mingles with traces of incense carried in by the breeze.

"And so was our little arrangement, but that didn’t stop you from agreeing to it, did it?" He chuckled. A few seconds later, a notification popped up on my phone. Schedule received. "See? I’m a man of my word," he said. "For now," I muttered before hanging up. I stared at Rayian’s schedule, my heart pounding. Step one was complete. Now, it was time for the real game to begin. ... Lucas' Pov After Lena left, I poured myself a drink and sank into the couch, swirling the amber liquid in my glass.

Blinking harder, her gaze settled on the clear drip line taped to her skin, a slow stream of fluid flowing into her veins. Beside her bed, James Arthur was checking the IV bag hanging from a pole. “Glad to see you've regained consciousness, that shows you're getting better.” Heira slightly lifted her head to look at her foot which was already dressed and covered in bandages. “That has been taken care of, you do not need to worry. What you have to worry about is this,” he said grimly while handing a test result to her. “We've run some tests and we found out that your arrhythmia has gotten worse. The irregular heartbeat you've had for a while is more unstable now.”

“I will.” “I mean it.” “I know you do.” -** At the foundation, a pile of welcomed me. Files stacked on my desk., emails flooding the inbox. Mia appeared within minutes, and walked me through a schedule packed tight with meetings, calls, and follow-ups that had piled up since the party. “You have the scholarship planning session at two,” she said. “Daniel’s already submitted an alternate proposal.” Of course he had. The strategic planning meeting went smoothly for the first half hour. Senior staff aligned on timelines, budgets, outreach. Then Daniel spoke up.

What the actual fuck? She ran her fingers through her long hair and laid her head back on the chair, seeming very nonchalant and carefree unlike the rest of us, "arranged." "Arranged?" "Yeah," Beverly said bitterly, "aren't we all?" She said as she raised her glass in mock toast and then downed the drink. "You're all arranged? I'm also arranged." "Again, aren't we all?" Beverly repeated. "But...you were only fifteen, Emma," I stated, confused and placed my wine glass on the table, waiting to hear the story.