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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.

I said and tried to move but Axel held my shoulder and glared at me. "Whatever, "I said and stood by him. They decided that we choose the bride's wedding accessories from Mio Amore boutique which happened to be one of my boutiques here. I didn't pay attention to anything they were saying my head was on Axel's shoulder who was typing on his phone all the time. "Well then see you in two days Riley"Mr Romano said with a smile and I gave him a fake one in return. We walked them to the door and they left peacefully and I went straight to my bedroom and took a shower and went straight to bed.

Today is such a beautiful day... "Mom, what did you say? You want me to get married? To Who? What types of a person is he?" questions started to flow out one by one "Ha-ha. An arranged marriage in the 21st century, tell me, mom, you're just kidding" She tried to laugh it off. Ok, today might not be a beautiful day, at least for a certain someone. That girl has long dark hair that is soft and silky. Her lip is plumb which, gives off a sexy vibe when she opens and closes her mouth.

He tilted his head in question, wondering if he had heard her wrong. "Yes" "Actually, you don't have to force yourself if you don't want to. I can find a way to convince our parents if you want" "But I want to marry you though. And again, if I don't agree with this set up, my mom would make another one. It's better to stay on the safer lane. Your Mom is nice, I know you a bit and our parents are friends, isn't that a better bet than marrying a stranger?" Xander thought about what she said and he agreed with her "You are right about that"

She said, and I sighed, choosing not to say a word for second. “Our marriage is not less than any other successful one that happened before. While yes, it is one that is arranged, I doubt that you should be ignoring the fact that most big families, mafia families, and royalties have arranged marriages.” I said, and she raised an amused eyebrow. “Especially when in our position.” “I doubt that you realize that this is the twenty-first century where most are allowed to choose the person to be with.” “Not when they are in a position like ours.” I said, and she looked away. “Our place comes with a darkness, and you know how difficult it can be to maintain it without getting lost in it. One mista

A dormant fireplace at a side and on the mantle, a rough art Sketch no doubt mom's. Carefully dropping the tray on one side of the table so I could arrange the messy files on the other side, I saw the file with my name written boldly on it; not a bit bothered, I moved to arrange it. It must have been one of the legal papers for my adoption process, it always requires a lot of paperwork. ‘Marital contract draft'..., picking the paper with the headline I thought I must have clumsily packed that with mine. I'm pulling the file out for separation ...I froze; this must have been a game of mind or an illusion, right?? A marriage agreement between... OLIVIA BROOKE of QUEENS CONSTRUCTION and..KELLAN

Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age. I was an exception only because my parents were dead, so there was no one who could arrange my marriage other than Damon. Who had other important things to work on at that time, rather than looking for a guy to marry me, which gave me a little extra time than other women. But it came to an end when a war broke out between Cosa Nostra and the American mafia which made Cosa Nostra seek out Bratava for help and which eventually led to me marrying Alex, which scared me.

I replied, annoyed. “ Actually doctor, My friend is hardcore romance reader and it's nothing new for her to dream about getting kidnapped or abducted by some Mafia or Billionaire who's obsessed with her. She must have thought it's one of the stories that's stuck in her head. But now I can bet, she won't be disappointed hearing that it's not just a story. But she actually is married to a hunk billionare who is a maniac actually.” She clapped her hands in excitement. “ Thanks for the compliments, Cally.” I pressed my lips into a thing line at the adjectives she used to describe me.

I’m sick of being his secret, someone he gets to have in the shadows while I’m still betrothed to someone else in the light. We started sneaking around a month after he moved in. We developed a friendship over our shared love for literature, and then we started seeing each other on my nineteenth birthday. I was completely unraveled by the prospect of being his permanently, so I pushed for the marriage. Now, all I feel is regret. A firm knock alerts me, and I shudder as he walks in, closing and locking the door behind him without a word. "Penelope, are you alright?" he asks, his sickening British accent hitting me hard, sparking rage at how enthralling he still sounds.

"I'm aware." "So what do we do about it." Damian reached across the desk, and for the first time, his hand closed over hers, not calculated, not strategic, simply steady in a way that made something inside her chest ache in a direction she didn't have a name for yet. "Tomorrow," he said quietly, "we marry each other in front of a city that thinks it's watching a business arrangement. And somewhere in the middle of that lie, I intend to make sure the only thing that's actually fake is the reason we told everyone we did it."