Arranged Romance Novels & Stories

It was one of my favorite things in the world now—he didn’t laugh often, but when he did, it was real. “Fine,” he said. “But you owe me for this.” “I’m marrying you. I think that covers it.” He pulled me toward the bed, his hands trailing heat down my back. “Then let me start cashing in on that debt.” We fell together, laughing, kissing, wrapped in a bubble of joy that, for once, didn’t feel like it would pop. One month later – Tuscany The sun dipped low behind the hills, casting the vineyard in a warm, honeyed glow. Lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, strings of fairy lights twinkled above the tables, and soft Italian music floated through the air.

“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."

***** Upon entering the room, Charlotte was stupefied. It was clear that the room was for couples. The ornaments and decorations were romantic and sweet. There was a bunch of rose petals shaped into hearts along with the words ‘I love you’ on the wide bed. She must say, it was quite romantic. Just looking at it made her heart race. She looked at Darren visibly surprised and asked, “Did you prepare all these? Did you arrange all of it?” Darren pulled the suitcase in, closed the door, and smiled at her. “So, what do you think? I specifically arranged it for this trip. I sincerely hope that we can make good memories here.”

"At least I would know exactly what I injured myself looking at." I scoffed and faced forward. But I couldn't help but notice my cheeks been warm. I told myself it's the evening air but I knew it wasn't. I stopped when the garden came into view. There was a table at the centre covered in a deep cloth, two chairs dressed in matching fabric facing each other. Flowers had been arranged along the edges, real ones, their colours soft in the fading light. The whole thing was careful and beautiful and nothing at all like what I had been expecting.

I repeated, almost under my breath, like the words didn’t quite land. “Yes, you!” he stepped closer, his eyes locking on mine. “Five years, Damien. Five good years. Where was she? Where did she go? You stayed back and fixed everything she left behind. You fought for her company when it was sinking. You carried that weight alone like a fool in love. What were you supposed to do? Let everything burn because of an arranged marriage?” The word arranged sat there between us, heavy, complicated. Because that was how it started but that wasn’t what it became.

Another server came by, and she grabbed another glass, downing that one too. “Chloe, the drinks are spiked, just so you know,” Arran said, raising an eyebrow. “What? Oh shit… that feels good,” she mumbled, and he chuckled. They wandered outside, where the atmosphere was even more romantic. Arran led her to a secluded couch hidden beneath an arch of overgrown roses, surrounded by candles. Her head was already spinning. “Do what you feel, Chloe,” he whispered, his voice smooth. Then he kissed her.

"You shouldn't dismiss mating retreats. During a middle school class trip, I ended up dating the one I was paired with. Sometimes, physical proximity leads to emotional connection. You've never experienced it?" Dorian paused, a flashback brushing his mind of a candlelit ballroom where he had pulled Raven close and kissed her passionately amidst the lights. "What?" she prompted, tilting her head. Dorian snapped back to reality. "Nothing." "I'm being paired up with the man I already called dibs on," she smiled knowingly. "I'll gladly accept." "You say that like it's nothing," Dorian muttered, shaking his head. "Do you even know me that well? We are only getting married because of our fathers a

"H-How come you were my dominant that night at the club?" I stammered. "Did you know I would be there? Did you arrange to be matched with me specifically?" "I own the club, Seraphina." His wolfish grin appeared again and before I could process that information his hands were on my waist and I was being pulled forward and then my leg swung over his lap and I was straddling him, my hands landing on his broad shoulders. Our faces suddenly inches apart, his whiskey breath ghosting warm across my lips.

Something passed between us. It was not trust but an understanding and a dangerous one. Zane walked toward me again. This time, he stopped just far enough away that he couldn't touch me. "I'll marry you." My breath caught. For one second, relief flooded through me. Then his next words killed it. "But don't misunderstand." His voice was cold. "This is not a marriage with love.”I frowned, "What?" I asked as I moved closer to him. "It's an arrangement." He said with a cold voice.