Betrothed Marriage Novels & Stories

his mother teased. Christopher chuckled, his eyes still locked on me. “I couldn’t miss this, Mother. Besides, I had to meet my betrothed.” Betrothed? I blinked at him confused, my brows furrowing. Lady Chrissy noticed and quickly interjected with a smile. “Don’t mind him, Benita. When your mother was pregnant with you, our families joked about a betrothal, but the tragedy…” Her voice trailed off, and I nodded with a soft chuckle.

If we manage not to kill each other,” he said with a wolfish grin that confirmed how much that particular situation would please him, “and sign the document today, the period of truce will start. To ensure both parties obey the terms provided, there’ll be two unions. A man and a woman. They send a woman here to marry one of ours, and we send a woman there to marry one of theirs. Anything happens to that union, and we’ll revert beck to war.” Kane stared at the table, but from the side of his eyes, saw the two elderly men look at each other with reluctance. “Spit it out,” Logan commanded harshly, palming the knife on his chest for emphasis. They both paled, but Howie cleared his throat. “Not t

he said. “And?” I asked. “A promised bond was officially created between us,” he said. I accessed the information about the promised bond through Cadence’s memories. Unlike natural mate bonds, a betrothed mate bond had three distinct stages: the promising stage, the binding stage, and the bonding stage. In the Promising stage, two families arranged a future mate bond between their children — usually at a very young age — in the presence of the Three Fates. Once approved, a Promised or Betrothed Bond was formed between them.

And more than anything, they wanted me married. Betrothed, to be specific. They'd brought it up twice already — delicately at first, then with increasing insistence. A young, unmarried CEO was a liability, they said. It projected instability. Uncertainty. Investors liked tradition, they said. They liked families. Legacies. I understood the logic. I even agreed with some of it. But I wasn't going to marry just anyone to appease a room full of old men. If I was going to be betrothed, it would be to someone I chose. Someone I wanted. Someone who made the title mean something beyond contracts and alliances.

“That’s the document Adrian’s family used to pressure us. They never wanted your marriage to happen, because… if it did, the majority shares of their company would have transferred to you and Adrian. They were afraid of losing power.” Deviana carefully opened the envelope. Inside were several aged documents, signatures, and long-lost contracts. Her eyes widened as she read the names written on them. “This… this is proof that our family actually holds rights to a large portion of their company’s assets,” she whispered. Her grandfather nodded. “Yes. Adrian knew about this from the beginning. That’s why he chose silence. He believed that if the marriage continued, your family would become their

Her hands trembled as the maids pinned the royal crest upon her chest. She looked at her reflection — the servant who once poured wine now about to be queen. Outside, the courtyard overflowed with nobles, priests, and villagers. The grand altar shone with golden light. When King Zerach appeared, clad in robes of white and crimson, the crowd fell silent in awe. He reached out his hand to Freda, and she took it — their fingers intertwining like two fated paths finally meeting. The High Priest raised his staff and proclaimed, “Before gods and men, before the living and the departed, I bind these two in heart and in destiny.”

"The elders want you to honor your betrothal with your grandma’s best friend’s son." My eyes narrowed with confusion as the air went still. "What?" I scoffed, letting my lips purse. "What betrothal?" My father rolled his eyes. "Your grandma and her best friend, Lorien, made an oath to have their first grandchildren married—to ensure the thrive of our clan." If I wasn’t mistaken, the elders were just trying to push me into a corner because they didn’t accept me—because I wasn’t born of the current Luna, my stepmother.

"She is mated to the boy in the stable. My father was on that step eleven years ago and my mother was on that bank and neither of them said a word to me or to her. That's what's happened. That's the whole of it. Now sit down and let me think." "Alpha." One of the others, thin and grey. "The betrothal." "The betrothal stands." "On what terms?" Kade's jaw worked. "On the terms it was signed on," he said. The thin man looked at Marissa and then at me. "Then somebody had better tell the girl what she signed," he said, "because if she's mated elsewhere and the marriage goes ahead, the stone goes to the Redwoods on the wedding night and the Moonrock boy gets a wife and a bed and no more than that.

He had treated the marriage as a way to buy room for Bellamy to choose its own future. Now the same alliance was being used to argue that Bellamy had already chosen a war position because the woman sitting across from him would one day be his wife. He put the pen down. “I will not use your marriage as proof that you consented to this.” Her gaze held his. “Our marriage.” Austin accepted the correction. “Our marriage.” The word still described a future agreement, not a completed one. The betrothal remained active. The wedding remained postponed. Neither fact gave him the right to turn her into a signature. She looked at the request again.

"Prepare yourself, girl. We've arranged betrothals—suitable matches from allied families. You'll choose one, marry, and secure the line. It's not punishment; it's survival." The room spun for a moment. Betrothed. Another man, another life tied to mine, doomed to the same fate as Shay. I could see it—waking beside a stranger, watching him waste away, the curse claiming him inch by inch. "You can't force this on me." Rowan’s smile sharpened. "We can guide it. For the estate's sake." I swallowed hard, anger boiling over the sadness. "This isn't guidance; it's a mandate. You're passing down pain like it's an heirloom, and I'm supposed to smile and accept it?"