Arranged Romance Novels & Stories

he said with a solemnity that felt like a new vow. I didn't need a diamond ring or a legal document to know that he meant every word he was saying in the quiet of the rain soaked studio. I reached up and pulled his face down to mine kissing him with a sweetness that told him everything I wasn't quite ready to say out loud yet. The "Arranged Marriage" had officially been replaced by a reality that was far more beautiful and far more permanent than any business merger. We stayed in the studio until the light began to fade into a deep purple twilight both of us lost in the simple joy of being together without an audience.

A shadow crossed her face, quick as a cloud over the sun. Then, memory flickered: last night in Howard's kitchen, the two of them tangled in laughter over cheesy pasta. Flour dusted their aprons, sauce splattered counters like abstract art, wooden spoons clattering as they stirred and sampled. Bodies leaning closer until words dissolved into shared glances, lost in the messy magic of the moment. Her lips curved again, warmth flooding back. "It's an arranged marriage," Charlotte said finally, her voice light but layered. "Nothing much to say. At least for now."

I shouldn't care about this at all; this was just a business arrangement and nothing more. I paced around the room with Dante trying to figure out how to calm me down. Was I actually developing feelings for Dante? Is that why I was so bothered about all of this? Because if I wasn't catching feelings, then why did that picture hurt so much? "You know what, Dante, I need space from this room," I finally said as I stopped my pacing and turned to face him. "Since we're in an arranged marriage, we should act like one and mind our own business. There's no need for us to stay in the same room. We can do whatever we want with our lives without interfering in each other's business."

“You know how I feel about arranged marriages since getting my daughter back? I want her to marry for love, because of everything that she has been through for seventeen years. Can't you understand how she must feel?” “I'll tell you how I feel, trapped, confused, no control over my own life!!! This arranged marriage, even though it means nothing to me since it won't be happening, makes me feel the same way I did while being held captive by Draven!!! Is that really a marriage that you want, Rocco?” “No!” That's what he says but walks over to Analina's sit and pulls her up and drags her towards the door of the dining room.

She was supposed to be a new bride, not someone who had spent years learning to appreciate her husband's character. "I agree completely," Sadie said firmly, surprising both men with her quick response. "Damien, sleeping together right now would be inappropriate and uncomfortable for both of us. This is an arranged marriage—neither of us chose each other out of love or attraction. We're essentially strangers who happen to be legally bound." She saw Damien's expression flicker with something that might have been relief or surprise. Derek's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, clearly trying to determine if she was being genuine or playing some deeper game.

My reason for agreeing to this arranged marriage. “Because I love him,” I lied. “But he doesn’t feel the same way. I think this arrangement will help us fall in love." What nonsense am I spewing to her? I am sure she won’t buy it. “Wait!” El’s eyes lit up. “This is a one-sided love story, and an arranged marriage? Sis, this could totally turn into genuine love, like one of those romance movies.” Thank God she believed the lie. I hated how excited she sounded.

~~LENA~~ Niccolò was already walking toward the dining table. His dark shirt sleeves were rolled to his forearms, exposing the tattoos that disappeared beneath the fabric. His expression remained as unreadable as ever, but something felt different about him this morning. Whatever the reason, I became painfully aware of his presence the closer he got. Without saying a word, he reached for the chair opposite mine and pulled it out. The movement was calm and effortless, the kind of thing that looked ordinary until he did it. Then he lowered himself into the seat as though nothing unusual had happened between us.

“Thank you. They are so gorgeous.” “It looks like a wedding bouquet but all the other arrangements had Halloween-themed ribbons or were 'get well soon' themed. Or the 'it's a boy' or 'it's a girl' bouquets but that didn't strike me as particularly romantic.” Noah smiles wryly and my breath catches. Romantic? He got me flowers. An arrangement that he felt was romantic. Why? Why go through all of this trouble?

when I woke up it was 12 so immediately if I opened my cellphone if kiro had a text Kiro kiro: good morning kiro: are you awake? kiro: I'm fixing it about our wedding kiro: I'll take care of everything, just rest :) kiro: are you still asleep? joy: sorry kiro I fell asleep again. kiro: I will arrange our wedding where do you want the venue? joy: can we go to the beach while the sun goes down so we can see the sunset after all we both want to watch the sunset. kiro: ok, the reception at the beach is also over so I can see the starry night.

Dinner was already set for them, as Cassandra walked in, she saw the arranged table filled with candles, roses, a bottle of red wine and glasses. Her eyes were filled with tears as she couldn't believe that Dennis would do something so ravishing for her. "This is beautiful," she admitted with tears in her eyes. "You deserve more princess, I just want to make this night special for us" Dennis held her hand and they both walked towards a chair beside the beautifully decorated dining table. He let out the chair and allowed her to sit making it comfortable for her, his gaze so dawning on her like he feared she might vanish away from his sight if he dared to look away.