Books About Arranged Marriages Novels & Stories

Mr Edward replied and his wife smiled at his smartness while Camila couldn't help but bite her lower lip, as she couldn't imagine getting married at such a young age. She wasn't surprised at all that her parents pushed the blame on her, after all this wasn't their first time and she was already used to it. 'These devils in parents' clothing told me nothing about an arranged marriage! If he's so rich and the most sought after eligible bachelor why didn't they match her up with their favorite daughter instead, does that mean that there's something about him that's not good enough for my parents to want to pair him up with Olivia?' Camila thought within herself as she forced back the tears thre

"Ryan, do you think I'm stupid? You slept with almost every girl in this damn NY city while you were engaged with me. I didn't say a word. Do you know why? Because, I thought I shouldn't tie you in a relation when you were just 18 years old. I gave you your freedom. So, you could enjoy your days before we officially engage." "But that doesn't mean that didn't hurt. Our relatives knew what you were doing. They asked me in different ways that if you were not satisfied with me, if we were still engaged. Mom would say it is just the age. Then you stopped sleeping around. But just because you stopped, the fact can't be ignored that you were disloyal. Yes, our marriage was completely arranged, the

BROOKE Luna Davenport’s words rang in my head repeatedly. She’d easily renewed my motivation by sharing that her and Ace’s father’s union wasn’t a peaceful process either. I’d always assumed that Ace was one of the few alpha heirs that were against being in an arranged marriage, but after hearing about her experience, I realized that wasn’t the case. In fact, I did a deep dive research on arranged marriages throughout history in the library after I left the hospital and I learned that most powersful Alphas were too stubborn to concede the hopes of having a love marriage or a mated marriage that could strengthen their reign.

Why did you run away from a future that was so solid it could have been etched into your tombstone? Him. My father arranged my marriage before I was conceived. I'm pretty sure the moment they found out I was going to be a girl he already had potential suitors clamoring at the door. The problem wasn’t the arranged marriage, even though it was straight out of the 1800’s, barbaric andchauvinistic as fuck. No, the problem was the man they arranged for me to marry. A ‘man’ who had no issue “putting women in line”. He was fifteen years older than me and belonged to one of the most prestigious families in Boston, he also had a terrible temper and a drinking problem.

“Kriti, see, he’s the best groom and has the best family we’ve found for you in the last two years. This family is far better than any of the other proposals. We’ve researched them all, and I’m sure that you’ll be treated like a real princess in that house. They have everything, and Arnav…he’s a gem who’ll complement my golden daughter perfectly. Just trust me and try to brush off these doubts of yours.” I nodded looking into her eyes as I shook off the memories. We were married today in a traditional ceremony and here I was busy with a trail of thoughts. My eyes fell upon a cute, yellow flower pot on the nightstand and it pulled me back to the present. There was a large cupboard on the left

I wasn't planning to accept the arranged marriage, but at least I want to know what I'm refusing about. The document binding my arranged marriage was much longer than I would have expected, it seems that my grandfather and my fiancé's grandfather thought of absolutely everything that could go wrong, and put many clauses about that in the document so that everything would go "right" or as best as could be defined as "right" in the end.

(Anastasia's POV) My mind went blank as I stares at the white folder for almost an hour now. Did not know what to do in this situation to the fact that this is Grandfather wish me to do. Is this what they called Arranged Marriage? I only read this in books and saw this situation in movies as the two people tied the knot without love involved but all because to joined forces with their companies to be more powerful in the business world. Am I experiencing the same situation?

He asked me to meet people. I threw it on him. Find a groom for me. Because I know he will choose the best for me. I trust him with everything. "That's crazy to do an arranged marriage in this era", Nancy husked when I told her about the groom-hunting. "Especially when it's not unwanted. You're weird" People like me exist. Not much. I just know that I want love to find me. Arranged dates, forced proximity, contract marriage, forced marriage— my mama's reading lists when she was a teenager, aren't definitely my thing.

“I’m not sure I like the sound of that.” “Me either,” Sarah admits. “Though it’s not like it’s never done. I’ve known plenty of people who have been part of arranged marriages who love each other completely. Often times it turns out that whoever they’re arranged to is their mate. It’s fate’s way of bringing them together.” “Do you think that’s the case here?” I ask, still uncertain about this. “I don’t know,” Sarah admits. “Normally I would flat out say no. But there is the prophecy to think about.