Arranged Romance Novels & Stories

“Isn’t that how all marriages work?” Michelle gaped at him. *Oh my God, he’s good.* David’s face twitched, but he wasn’t ready to back down just yet. “Then how do you explain the rumors that this was arranged?” Raymond let out an exaggerated sigh. “Michelle and I had a whirlwind romance. I wanted her. I made sure she became mine. And if anyone has a problem with that, well…” He tilted his head. “That sounds like jealousy.” Somewhere in the crowd, someone gasped. A few reporters even exchanged glances, as if reconsidering why they were there in the first place.

We have talked to our butterfly about it and she is also for it, it’s a matter of finding the right moment which I know will come when it’s time just like last night with Anthony and I fucking her at the same time. After we are dressed we head to the town car and head to one of our favorite dinners in the city. While we are there we discuss what terms, boundaries, and other things should be set for the arranged marriage. Anthony and I also confirm that Violetta is still okay with her choice to agree to the arranged marriage which Violetta confirms she is confident with her choice. It’s honestly a relief and I’m glad she can see reason.

I didn't need an apology and neither did she—we would just move on from this spat born from stress. Her hand was warm against my arm as I led her down the stairs and I kind of wanted to stop and push her against the wall so I could satisfy my desire. What the hell was wrong with me? This was an arranged marriage, and we were both being forced into this. I didn't actually have feelings for her. Or did I? My smile faltered slightly as I got into my own head and started questioning myself. However, we were on the last curve of stairs and I noticed the people waiting for us below. I naturally turned on the charm once more.

The site was sleek, minimal, exclusive: THE ARRANGEMENT - Where exceptional beauty meets extraordinary wealth. She entered the access code, and a video began playing. A distinguished older man in an expensive suit spoke directly to the camera: "Congratulations on receiving your invitation. THE ARRANGEMENT is an exclusive auction where carefully vetted young women are offered six-month contracts to exceptional men. These arrangements are consensual, legal, and extraordinarily lucrative. Winning bids typically range from $500,000 to $2 million for six months of exclusive companionship."

He didn't growl, he simply observed. The meeting dragged on. I listened half-heartedly until their bickering became a headache. I raised a hand, silencing them mid-sentence. “You all know this is an arranged marriage, right?” I said calmly. They nodded, one after the other. “Then let’s be clear,” I continued. “This won’t be a full-blown fairytale. Handle the dowry, perform the rites, and we’ll have a private court ceremony. No spectacle. Just her, me, and Draven as witness.”

Her midsection was growing. Dante had said Catalina melted Dario’s hardened heart. After Josie’s death, Dario had shut down, striving only to become capo. Watching the two of them dance, chat, and smile gave me hope. Not all arranged marriages were hell. Dario and Catalina were an example of that. As I looked up at my new husband, he turned toward me, and without the cheers of the guests, he craned his neck until his strong lips brushed over mine.

She watched them hold on to the bond until the thread snapped. To escape that, she had turned to silver-screen romances that painted love as the ultimate masterpiece—a beautiful, effortless synchronicity. She had watched those stories and said to herself, ‘mine will be different’. But reality had been a harsh teacher. Their beginning was anything but a fairytale. And now, after what feels like a decade, she felt like her marriage was finally getting there. Her head rested on the pillows, her eyes tracing the lines of Dante’s face. His features are smoothed out by sleep, his steady breathing the only sound in the room aside from the steady beeping of the air conditioner.

The guest suite Mr. Duvall showed Amberleigh to was not too shabby itself. But she found it hard to take in its beauty and elegance as she was irked. Sure, Amber knew coming here wasn’t going to be like some romcom full of romance, flowers, and steamy sex, well at least she’d hoped for the steamy sex bit. She didn’t give a fuck about the romance really. But cold, emotionless, business only contract thing, well Grayson fucking Godwin had that down pat.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and sat on my lap. "I am horny," she whispered. I chuckled. I carried her into our bedroom in the bridal style and placed her on the bed. I started kissing her deeply. "I love you so damn much." "I love you too," she murmured in between the kisses. Who said happily ever after didn't exist? It did, and we were one of the lucky ones. Our love was arranged, for the sake of the gang. But we stayed together for the sake of love. I was grateful to our parents, for the Mafia's Arranged Love.

she told Everlee as she spun around to face her. "What?!" Everlee said frighteningly. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "An arranged marriage," Everlee repeated Paris nodded smiling. Everlee didn't like the idea of it. Before she could tell her that this was not a good thing to do. Her bedroom door opened. It was Mrs. Poppy. "You need to get ready now before they reach here," said Mrs. Poppy. "I'll see you after dinner," Paris told Everlee running off to her room.