Novel & Cerita Books With Arranged Marriage Trope

“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.

She was of course surprised at what he did and just ignored him. "Did you have a good rest today?" She nodded while chewing carefully. "Good. Next week, I'll show you around our villa. Where we are going to live after we get married." She wrote on her tablet. "I never agreed to marry you." "Everything is settled, this is an arranged marriage so be it." She got cold eyes from him. And show him her tablet screen. "I'll torture you until you run off." He chuckled and looked at her adorable face though it might look too sinister to others. She really looks like she's going to kill someone for real.

And deep down, I knew something was off. Barry wanted this marriage too much. My mother looked haunted. And the Kingstons…..they didn’t need us. But they wanted me. Why? This whole getting married is so sudden and strange. I mean who still does arranged marriage in this century? A few minutes ago I was excited about finishing my second book and submitting it to the editors and publishers. And now I find myself in this mess. Why does God hate me? Why has the universe decided to punish me? I didn’t have answers to any of my questions, but

My carefully constructed plans, my patience, my sacrifices— all for nothing. He had cast me aside for her. You could say that it was karma for what I did to him, but I barely played a part in it. The arranged marriage had been planned by my father and his. They were adamant that we got married, and I bought into the idea. Now the idea seemed to have backfired. What was I going to do now? Nothing. There was nothing I could do. Dane was going to marry me. We had already signed the papers. This was just a phase. He was going to get through it. I tried to convince myself

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.

, I tried to assure her; more like telling her to get the hell out, I've heard enough. " Sir, it's easier said than done. You have to do it", she said, unable to read the air in the room and if I wasn't such a patient human being, she would've joined her friend in doing those menial jobs without my company having to fall apart or go bankrupt. " Look sir, it is very easy. You just have to let the yang energy take over you so that you can connect with the yin and have a wonderful love life with your husband; now that I think about it, my husband's last name is Yang", she laughed hysterically, sounding so much like those background laughter in comedy series - and hei, I just noticed too; her hu

“Now, why don’t you make me believe that you’ll truly stand by your words.” 7. Married To A Duke. (Intense-steamy) An arrange marriage. To a pretend King. To a Duke. To a Wolfe. I never thought I’d happily enter into one. But I did. Two broken hearts. Light tinted with darkness. Hope you like it. For the people who like their heroes dark and tortured. And heroine who didn't instantly fall head over her heels. Character development. And HEA.

I turned the page. Katherine’s Manuscript — Chapter 1 I didn’t expect to fall in love with Damien Richard. Arranged marriages are not designed for love. They are designed for stability. Alliances. Convenience. My parents explained this to me the morning they told me I was getting married. I remember the sunlight coming through the dining room windows while my mother stirred her tea like this was a perfectly ordinary conversation. “The Richards are a respectable family,” she said calmly. My father nodded in agreement. And that was it.

"You need people on your side in this pack, Cecilia. You cannot investigate anything alone and you cannot rely only on Cassian. You need more than one door open to you. You need to accept the test." I chewed slowly and stared at the path ahead. She was right again. It was becoming an irritating pattern. This was not what I had planned when I agreed to this marriage. The plan had been simple in my head. Come here, stay close to Cassian, watch and listen, find what I came to find, and leave when I had enough. But nothing about this pack was clean or straightforward. I had been here one day and I had already been shoved to the floor, threatened in a corridor, dismissed by a full council, and to

I was hoping he would ask me out soon enough and then this happens. What’s even more annoying is that this news has ruined my mood this morning. How do I tell Triss, my female best friend, that I'm about to venture into an arranged marriage without feeling embarrassed? “ Tess baby you know if I had the choice I wouldn't let this happen, I never wished for you my precious daughter to be in a loveless marriage but come to think of it, love would come in as time goes, “ My mom said sadly with a pleading tone.