Books About Arranged Marriages Novels & Stories

Well my father is wealthy, actually my mother is also from a wealthy family, they had an arranged marriage maybe that's why she keeps pressuring me, I think to myself. "Please don't tell me you agree with her." I say. "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." Lucas explains.

' Don't forget there will be; Aurora's story, Isabella's story and; Mario's story. Please stay stunned. I should have written Aurora's story after Arranged to marry the enemy but I need a break from the Mafia setting. I need to write normal romance to get myself in check. Arranged to marry the enemy took a lot of researches, my thinking and my time. (I used to years to write the novel. My bad!) But it's worth it. Thank you for your patience and support.

He chuckled. "But seriously!" I insisted. "That's crazy to me. I didn't realize arranged marriages were still a thing." "In many parts of the world, yes. It works for many people. It's just their way of life. Not everyone has arranged marriages in Iran, only the wealthy and religious. My bloodline comes from a very small population there, and they just coordinate marriages to prevent incest. But it's also, for them, about pleasing their god." "So is there a woman back in Iran waiting for you to come sweep her off her feet?"

“Uh, John, hope you are ready to receive your newest member of the family.” “Come on Anne, Natalie has always been a member of the family this will just be for formality’s sake.” They all laugh. “Yah you are right and I’m glad this marriage wasn’t arranged or forced you know, I can’t imagine being in a loveless marriage.” “ Study has it that arranged marriages last longer than love marriages.” “Yes Arranged not Forced. You know what my king..” “Yes Anne.” “A good parent should never force their child in a loveless marriage no matter the circumstances especially the girl’s parents.”

" It was your first day here after marriage. When you walked in the dining room, the fragrance hit my nostrils and it was so damn intoxicating." " We really did come a long way isn't it ? From being mere strangers to enemies , becoming friends and finally falling in love with each other." She sighed dreamily. " Yeah it feels just yesterday that I got married to a jerk like you that I have grown to love so much." She teased to which I chuckled. " Who thought I would ever get married let alone have an arranged bride and fall so fucking deeply in love with her?" We looked into each other's eyes before we attached our lips in a kiss. A sweet , gentle kiss.

It was a place where people went to remember or to forget. Leo once again opened the door for her. Amber wanted him to finish answering her question, but she decided demanding he “finish answering the fucking question,” wasn’t the best way to go. You caught more flies with honey or so Amber had always been told. And her pussy was certainly a honey hole lots of men wanted to dip into. “You were saying?” she coaxed. “I shouldn’t even be telling you this. Grayson had an arrangement a year ago with a woman in Manhattan. It went to shit. The woman got pregnant. And everything was going good, until about six months in when evidence came to light the kid might not be his,” explained Leo.

The man didn’t have a decent job and was an idler who wasted his time hanging around with punks from the street all the time. The thought of marrying someone like that made Mia’s stomach churn with anxiety but she had no choice. She had not even met the Groom or seen a picture of him, so it all made her slightly nervous. “Why hasn't the Groom or his family arrived yet?” Lydia frowned and looked at the handful of people in church. She was dressed in a very beautiful purple colour dress. Her makeup accentuated her features. It seemed like the Edward Family did not Value the Marriage. However Mia was unbothered. She only cared about finding her Family, and she knew this marriage was the only so

she said. I am devastated after listening to her issues. We are both dealing with the most tough challenge of our lives, one that we do not know how to overcome. I feel very bad for her, but also for myself because my lover left me and my novel was rejected. I’m not sure what to do anymore, but one thing is certain: I was interested in helping this woman. Arranged marriages are common among wealthy families, for circumstances I don’t understand. Some claim they do it for the sake of their business and money, and I had never seen it in real life until I met this woman, who became engaged to the most cruel man.

“You’re the Alpha’s stepdaughter. You’re the princess of the pack, whether you like it or not.” “I’m human,” I shot back. “That should count for something.” “It counts for everything,” she said gently. “Which is exactly why things are more complicated for you.” I felt my chest tighten. “In a world like ours,” she went on, “alliances matter. Stability matters. These are the kinds of unions that keep the peace. That’s how it works. An arranged marriage isn’t some cruel punishment. It’s a strategy.” “I don’t want to be strategy,” I said. “I want to be a person.”

It was like he was anchoring me to this moment, and I was too scared to break free from it. Why did it feel so right? So natural? Am I in love? Is this how love feels like? Why did it feel so right? So natural? Am I in love? Is this how love feels like? When my family and his family announced that there would be an arranged marriage, it made me scared. The thought of an arranged marriage scared me to my core. Most arranged marriages fail after five to ten years, and I saw it happen with my parents. Their marriage, just like many others, was built on convenience and expectation, not love. It always felt like they were just going through the motions, surviving rather than truly living.