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She turned to face the small gathering that had assembled around us, Harold, Sarah, Peter, my father, enough of an audience that I understood, immediately, this wasn't meant to be private. "A year ago," my mother said, her voice carrying easily, "I helped arrange a marriage I believed, at the time, was simply a sensible business decision for both our families. I want everyone here to understand something I've only recently come to understand myself. Whatever began as an arrangement has become something else entirely, chosen freely, fought for honestly, by two people who owe nothing to any deal their families once struck on their behalf." I felt Anna's hand find mine, and I turned to look at

“Unless of course you’d rather marry another, or take some time to try and find your true mate. I’ll provide for you either way, and I don’t want to tie you to a union that won’t make you happy, I just want you to be safe.” “No!” She exclaims without hesitation. “I want to marry you, Bastien.” She professes, “I always have, I just feel… well, I know you don’t love me that way.” Dropping my head so she can’t see my frown, I recall all the stories I’ve heard from generations past, when marriage was a legal and financial arrangement and fated mates were considered frivolous fantasies. “Lots of great marriages have started out being arranged between friends, or people who barely know each other.

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.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

It wasn't part of the script. "You heard right. It was supposed to be an arranged marriage and I went to their house to pick someone to marry. Since my wife and I have once known each other, I would of course choose her. It was love at first sight after all. Who wouldn't love someone as adorable as her?" He looked at her lovingly.

she informed me. My smile grew softer as I accessed the cover. It was personalised with aesthetic aspects from one of my favourite spots from our honeymoon. "There's no way he arranged this so quickly," I commented. Raquel smiled, giving me a playful elbow nudge. "You're his wife. He had to be prepared." I couldn't help but smile more at her remark, my finger pressing the power button to switch on the phone. I waited patiently for it to switch on before going through the basic applications to distract myself. I wasn't sure if Liam had been the one to set up everything or him, but deep down, I wished it had been him because everything was heart-warming.

Then her voice dropped, low and intimate. “She’s not safe with you, you know. That sweet little wife of yours.” The words were a blade. Cold. Precise. Every muscle in my body tensed. “Don’t you dare say her name.” “I didn’t,” Isabelle replied, light as air. “But we both know who I mean. I must admit, Dominic, I’m impressed. Marriage. You always swore you’d never play that game. And now look at you—risking everything for a woman half your age.”

“I’m not exactly a romantic, so I don’t think arranged marriages are so bad. Most marriages end in divorce because people choose wrong. They have no idea what to look for in a partner, what kind of relationship will last for fifty years. They think with their emotions rather than logic, so they marry for all the wrong reasons. By finding a suitable partner that checks off all the boxes, you eliminate all of that.” I swirled my glass of wine again and took a drink. “I don’t have a problem with arranged marriages. I don’t have a problem with regular marriages either. I just wish I had the option to never marry. Marriage seems to be a prerequisite in order for me to have any hold on our hotels…

His grandfather's tone was authoritive, but also laced with a hint of sadness. "I'll make you a deal. Find someone. Anyone but her, and the position is yours," his grandfather had said. James had argued, but ultimately agreed and I knew what I had to do. It was supposed to be simple; I offered to marry James so that he gets what he wants, and in return, I get him. But his stipulation was that I offer my services to his one true love, Marina. The other woman. We wedded in a massive ceremony fit for a Queen, though it was far from personal. My mother handpicked everything, all the way down to my dress. Which was hideous. Nothing was how I would have liked it to be, but I didn’t dare object.

he said. Was this some bad dream I was having? He didn't just want me to get married, he wanted me to get married to Selene. The same Selene I had just met? The same Selene that sneaked into the mansion through some means I didn't know about just to take advantage of me? The same Selene I was staring at that didn't have any social refinement? The pathetic Selene that smells and looks like she was from the slums? He wanted me to end my relationship with Eden and get married to Selene? He had to be kidding. There was no way I was getting married to Selene. Not in this life or the next. “That can't happen. We just met and there's really no need to rush this,” I told him, trying to appeal to his