Betrothed Marriage Novels & Stories

Vane tapped two metal fingers against the silver eagle crest pinned over his heart. "The moment we drop anchor at the Citadel," Vane continued, his tone completely devoid of mercy, "your wedding will be solemnized before the High Altar. You will marry her, fulfill your blood oath to your ancestors, and secure the royal succession. Your brief, vulgar mating with that blind regional wolf is officially dead and buried." Jace stared at Vane in absolute, suffocating terror. A betrothed... A forced marriage...

She’d lit some lamps before leaving to get him so even as the sun set on them, they could still see their destination ahead. “To answer your question,” he called from behind her causing her to slow her pace and look over her shoulder, “no, I was not married. I was one of the few leaders who was still searching for my bride.” She stopped, curious now. Encouraged by her piqued interest, he continued, “I was betrothed to someone before my unit was sent out. We’d had a date set for our wedding that was to happen in a few months’ time, however, she was found with another man… in his house and in his bed.” He paused to let that sink in. Aria frowned at the revelation. “Is this why you will n

"Will you promise to marry my daughter and treat her with honor until your marriage?" "I will," The dragon replied after a deep breath several seconds and. Miranda couldn't help noticing he didn't look very excited for a man about to marry a beautiful and extremely wealthy woman. Lord Borden turned to Beth. "Will you promise to marry this man and treat him with honor until your marriage?" "I will," Beth replied. There was a wide smile on her face, though she too didn't look perfectly contented. "According to our ancient customs, betrothal binds two souls to be married by sacred contract." Lord Borden continued. "A contract so sacred only divorce may break their betrothal. Therefore, to make

Swallowing, she continued, “you see, that day, three years ago, your birthday wasn’t the only reason why I returned. There was something important that I needed to tell you.“ The more he listened to his mother, the more he sensed he wasn’t going to like where she was headed. “There’s someone whom you've both been betrothed ages before you were even born.” “When your grandfather passed the baton of Beats Corporations to your father, he faced challenges that almost led the corporation to rock bottom. Seeking assistance, everyone turned their backs on him, except for one friend of his who offered help with a condition.” Jennifer inhaled deeply, “The two friends signed a contract—a betrothal con

"How did Valerie and I end up getting betrothed to each other? Were you friends with my father?" The last time I checked, betrothal is common with the royals and the rural areas not in this century when a guy can easily get a girl and ask her to marry him. Also, this is something two parents do to cement their relationship and make their relationship stronger if their children get married to each other. In this case, Mr. Adams and my father aren't close and there is something fishy about it. "How do you want me to answer all these questions? Aren't they too much for an old man like me?" He seems to find me amusing but I am not going to let him evade my question.

He asked with concern. I placed the liquor glass on the table and replied honestly, "She's in my head all the time." I muttered to their hearing, leaned back on the chair and closed my eyes. "And as if I never had such a cloudy head and mood, my mom suddenly proposed the idea of getting married to a girl. Said we were betrothed ever since we were…" I ruffled my hair angrily and angrily poured myself a drink. "Betrothed ? How does the girl look? Does she look hot?" Owen suddenly interrupted me with shiny eyes as if that was what he cared about despite my explanation.

Roman said and Arthur unfortunately did know. In order for an arranged marriage to get approval, both parties had to be tested for a mate bond. If there was even a hint of fated mate magic, the arranged marriage could not take place until both parties came of age. If they happened to be fated mates, then of course the wedding would go ahead. But if not, the deal fell apart. Fated mates were the most sacred of bonds. It was sacrilegious to go against the Moon Goddess's blessings. There were very few that would betray her in that way. But Arthur was beginning his father had done just that.

It's games and its metrics. The pastor stepped forward, and a sense of reverence settled over the chapel. "Dear friends and loved ones, we have gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Edmond and May in marriage. This is a sacred and joyous occasion, a moment when two souls come together in love and commitment. Marriage is a sacred covenant, a promise to love, honor, and cherish one another. It is a partnership of mutual respect and understanding, a journey of shared dreams and aspirations. As Edmond and May stand before us today, they do so with hearts full of love and hope for the future." His voice resonated, filling the space with the sacred words that would soon bind us

I replied, not hiding the irritation I felt. Her next words shattered everything. "You were already betrothed to Alpha Jaden when you were fourteen." She announced and I promise, I didn't quite grasp what she had just said. For a moment, I forgot the actual meaning of the word "betroth." I was hoping I had either heard wrong or there was a different meaning to the word I didn't know about yet. I blinked rapidly. "What?" I asked with a breathy scoff. Mum didn't even flinch. "Yes, Kasmine. It was signed and agreed upon when his father helped your father seven years ago. He got us through a major crisis, and in return, a marriage alliance was secured. It is beneficial to us all in the long run.

“Listen, child. But there’s a condition.” A condition? My brow furrowed in confusion. “You’ll inherit everything,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, “only if you marry the man you were betrothed to at birth.” My mind reeled. Betrothed? I’d never heard of such a thing. “Who?” I asked, my voice barely audible. He took a slow, rattling breath then met my gaze. “Mario Bennett.” The name struck me like a physical blow. Mario. Lorenzo’s rival. The man from the casino. The man whose presence had caused such palpable tension between him and Lorenzo. My grandfather’s words hung in the air like a cruel twist of fate in an already impossibly tangled life.