Books About Arranged Marriages Novels & Stories

He couldn't help but laugh at Randy's arrogant attitude, which he had often displayed. "What? An arranged marriage? Seriously?" Darwin asked incredulously. "Yeah, Win. You know I never lie, right?" Darwin nodded afterward and then sat across from Randy, trying to find out what was really happening. "Are you seriously going to be in an arranged marriage?" Soon, hearty laughter erupted from Darwin's lips. He was delighted to hear that his arch-nemesis was experiencing a fate similar to his own—being arranged for marriage. Such was the destiny of heirs of wealthy families. If they couldn't find a spouse of equal status, they would be arranged to marry someone from a similar background to streng

The friendly, bookish man who’d been so curious about the outside world had been intended as my husband? “That’s…” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence. “I know it’s a lot to process. But you have to understand, arranged marriages aren’t about romance in our world. They’re about creating the next generation of gifted children, ensuring the survival of our abilities.” I thought about Karl’s genuine smile, his curiosity about my life. Had he known? When we’d talked in the hallway, had he been thinking about what might have been? “Does he know?” I asked.

None of this did anything to soothe Raina's nerves. Raina picked one out of the four bonded contracts. With a bit of a quivering hand, she opened the page that described in detail the terms and conditions of the contract. The title was bold and clear - "Contract for Arranged Marriage". The first paragraph listed the names of the two parties involved, followed by a detailed description of the terms and conditions of the arrangement. Raina felt a sense of numbness as she read the words as if her heart had been put on pause. - That the marriage would be strictly a business arrangement, with no intimacy involved.

"This has nothing to do with her. I want to gouge your brother's eyes out." I knew women in families like this had no say in who they got married to. It was just like the Cosa Nostra. Arranged marriages to strengthen bonds and build alliances were the norm. Most of us didn't get a say in it. I was lucky to be part of the small number that chose their husband-not that Aleksei was a fucking prize, anyway. His chuckle turned into full-blown laughter, earning disapproving stares from the guests. "That makes even more sense. If this helps, Aleksei doesn't want her."

“Don’t just sit there gawking, Heather. Say something.” She was still silent. And then her mouth dropped open. “That . . . was one of the most . . . craziest stories I’ve ever heard. I’ve heard of arranged marriages. I’ve even heard of marriages taking place for financial gain. But, a man marrying his secretary to acquire land that has been in her family for generations and then making provisions for the eventual break-up . . . that’s a new one.” “Not really,” Christopher said defensively. “Instead of marrying for money, we married for land. In my world real estate is money.”

This is what I had come home for; it wasn't because of love or longing, but for a transaction. Eight years ago, she would have sworn this could never happen. A cold weight settled in her gut as the past clawed back, reminding her how little had changed. Ree’s trembling voice echoed in her mind. “They’re marrying me off, to a man I don’t even know.” Mary remembered the way Ree had gripped her hands, her fingers icy and desperate. “Run,” she whispered to her. “Before they turn you into a bargaining chip.” Mary swallowed hard. Apparently, running had only delayed the inevitable.

, Bright sighed and spoke to his cat who was purring on the table. Bright was equally guilty about last night, perplexed at his own feelings and flustered at how weak he had been in front of them. He wanted to talk to Ash about it, sort it out so that they could go back to being contractually married to each other, living like strangers. Bright had grown accustomed to believing that he had a perfectly happy married life with a husband who he loved and who loved him back. He refused to believe the circumstances that had pulled him and Ash close again but he had found peace in their arrangement and all he wanted was that their marriage never ended.

' Even though the boys and the girls knew that this was what the meeting was all about, they were still dumbfounded by the news. Mr Brown continued with his speech. "Kayla Davis, meet Alex Brown, your future husband" Kayla nodded her head. "And as from today henceforth, Alex, you have to start taking care of Kayla. You both are going to get married immediately after college."He ended his speech, opened the file in front of him and stamped it with the stamp that Kayla spotted earlier. Kayla's heart skipped so many beats after this, she felt as if she was going to faint at any moment. 'They should have asked for our own opinion too' she thought. 'What if things didn't go as planned between us?

“No, don’t call her. Please.” I knelt by his side and began massaging his feet, a wave of disgust rolling over me. “Rub my toes, servant,” he sneered. A cruel grin spread across his face as I complied. I felt powerless. He was my husband, after all, and the contract held me hostage. A dark, fleeting thought crossed my mind about how some people get away with murder, but I shook it away, horrified at myself. I felt pathetic. I’d read about arranged marriages in novels, but I never imagined I’d be the one living in a gilded cage.

and she nodded. “I think so. He will not be happy with me. There was talks of an Alpha overseas they wanted to marry me off to.” I shook my head in disbelief. It frustrated me that some packs still did that, marrying their kids off, usually for money or for things to benefit their packs. I could not imagine doing that to my daughter. I am just glad that this wasn't going to be something that affected another of my sons. Losing his fated mate to an arranged marriage. It was bad enough that Kai was suffering because of a similar situation.