Betrothal Novels & Stories

“Maybe I’m not used to people looking back.” Amara smiled despite herself. “Touché.” She studied him then — really studied him. The clean line of his jaw, the faint tan on his skin, the way his expression never quite revealed what he was thinking. He wasn’t avoiding her out of disinterest, she realized. He was measuring her. “I don’t know how betrothing works,” he said suddenly, the word awkward on his tongue, like he’d pulled it from an old book. She laughed, a soft sound carried by the wind. “Betrothing? Is that what your parents told you this is?”

Spring turned the mountains into something almost unreal buds bursting from every branch, wildflowers scattered like confetti along the trail, and birds singing like the world had finally decided to breathe again. Inside the small cabin, Lucas stood in front of the mirror, wrestling with his tie. His hands were unsteady, but not from nerves. It felt more like awe or maybe something quieter. Gratitude. He was about to marry Elias. Again. But this time, it wasn’t about legalities. No contract. No silent threats. Just the two of them. Their decision.

"I thought you came for advice, Roland. But I see now—you came to stir drama and sulk like a boy who dropped his toy." He frowned deeply, his jaw twitching. "Illusion?" he asked. "Have you forgotten she was betrothed to me? Our families agreed. She was mine before you waltzed in and claimed her like you always do—taking whatever you want." I scoffed. "Betrothed? That betrothal was nothing more than a placeholder. A temporary arrangement the Carters made on my behalf while I was out of the country." His brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

I asked, tone slicing sharper than I intended. "I'm not insinuating anything... But I wouldn't be surprised if you told me you haven't heard of Alexander's betrothal" she muttered, a triumphant smirk curling up her lips at my reaction. "Betrothal?" I murmured, with uncertainty. "Oh Darling, Alexander is betrothed to me as of the last full moon and I'm here to get used to his tradition for a while before the official announcement and wedding. But don't feel bad, Lowlives tend to remain in the dark about so many things than they can ever imagine" she muttered each word with purpose, making sure everything sinks in.

And I wasn't going to like it. Not one little bit. "Your official invite will come from Dad," Meira said, lips turning down into an unhappy frown, "but he asked me to warn you ahead of time. So you can prepare Mom." Damn. It. I knew it. "He's finally picked one," Meira said, a snarl in her voice. "And the betrothal ceremony is in about a month." One. A new wife. Oh, hell. ***

my eyebrows creased as I bombard mom with questions I couldn't still get the fact that I was betrothed and to someone I don't know, that's unbelievable I looked at mom expecting clear answers to the questions I just asked "Yes you've been betrothed since you were a baby, he's name Is Jasper knight he's the son of a business tycoon,you both were supposed to get married when you're ready" mom kept on talking but I already zoned out I was trying to digest what mom was telling me, I am betrothed? but this is the 21st century nobody betroths their children anymore right

“In this type of courtship, act like that of a rooster, wherein you shall be left to stay in the home of Allyssa to crow, or for your suitability, howl every single morning for the admired lady’s family until Allyssa accepted your proposal. At night, just before midnight, you may visit the ‘betrothal house’ which means outside and in front of Allyssa’s room window to sing romantic songs. Serenading or Harana is a musical message which can be about waiting or loving or just saying so.” “The ongoing courtship ritual is overseen by yours truly, Seer Iris Meritis, who will keep the parents well informed of the progress of the courtship process.” “After the courtsh

The day of the vow renewals was coming up quickly. Plans had been made. Dios Mio had plans been made. The entire mansion was one large sea of glitter, fabric samples, and cake samples. Okay, the cake samples were actually very nice, but even his mood metabolism was beginning to lose the fight against those kind of calories. Two nights left, and then the wedding day would be upon them. Then all of this would become a distant “Ray, darling, your opinion?”

It’d have actually been nonsense to her if he didn’t look serious the next minute he opened his eyes. Her body tensed up and her heartbeat accelerated, hoping she heard it all wrong. It suddenly occurred to her that she needed another definition of the word "betrothed". “This is a joke, right?” She almost asked. "I- I don't understand, dad." She said instead. ”We really need another definition for that word," her subconscious screamed. "I'm helpless here." She mentally replied, staring at the silent couple – her parents. "Dad," She almost yelled when her father remained silent, as though he didn’t just talk about her marriage.

Sarah excitedly rushed to the meeting place when she got Hunter's call. "Honey, I have some good news for you," she said, her tone laced with excitement. "I'm pregnant. It's yours. We're going to be parents." Hunter held the pregnancy test report indifferently and scoffed, "I always use protection. Besides, I've been taking male contraceptive injections for a long time to prevent myself from accidentally impregnating you. So, whose child is it that you're carrying?"