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“Aw, you poor baby. You’re famous and being used by the big bad corporations for their financial gain. Must be hard.” “I’m serious, Becca. I’ll pay for a state-of-the-art kitchen. I’ll take care of you.” She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t need you to take care of me.” “I know that. I just... I need help, and this is the only way I can get out of this bloody contract.” “How long?” “What?” “How long do we have to be married?” “A year, just to be safe.” Her brows shot into her hairline. “An entire year? Are you crazy?”

-You look beautiful," Nathan commented when she came to his side. She did not answer him, but only looked down. The alpha sighed and turned to his father. The ceremony began and everyone became silent. Booke was in her own world, always she kept her head down and a few tears came to her eyes; she did not want to marry him, not that. She was only doing it because he had threatened her. After more than seven years at last Booke was going to be his and no one else's; no one would take her away from him, first she would kill whoever wanted to take her baby away from her. Seeing her with her head bowed, he took her hand and placed it around his arm. The omega wiped her tears and looked at the alp

I suggested, making things up as I went along, anything in a bid to keep this girl by my side. Lena’s brows raised, in question, like I had piqued her interest, making my heart ease with relief, as I offered her a warm smile. “We go out there, say we want one another. They believe a marriage is happening so no further shit is pushed on us. No pressure put on you. But, in doing so, they would probably then assume we are to be married and you will likely be brought to pack to settle before a wedding, to get to know me, and get to know our pack. So this is where our arrangement comes in, if you will agree of course.” I continued to create the ideas in my mind as I went along. “In that time, I d

In the end, their arranged marriage became not just a duty but a union forged in the fires of adversity, a love story that defied expectations and surpassed all obstacles. Marvin stood at the threshold of his new life, his heart heavy with apprehension. The grand hall of the castle loomed before him, its opulent decorations a stark contrast to the uncertainty that gnawed at his insides. He had been prepared for this moment since birth, groomed to take on the responsibilities of his noble lineage. But nothing could have prepared him for the reality of an arranged marriage.

My wedding to Alpha Kai, the man who didn't even like me, he couldn't stand me. The thought alone made my stomach twist so violently I had to sit on the edge of the bed for a moment, pressing a hand to my abdomen and breathing slowly. I wasn’t nervous because I loved him, no. That would have been easier. Softer. I was nervous because I had no idea what I was stepping into. A marriage arranged by my father. A bond forged from necessity, politics, pack expectations, not affection. Not want. Not love. I inhaled slowly and forced myself to stand up. A group of pack women arrived soon after, the stylists, the seamstresses, people tasked with preparing the Alpha’s bride.

What a self-centered and cold man. “I need to tell you something.” She looked at me, curious. “Tell me, tell me,” she repeatedly said. “But promise me to not shout or say something. Let me tell everything first.” She nodded. “Alright, I’m listening.” I nodded and take a deep breath. “Marcus and I made a deal.” She raised an eyebrow. “And then?” She asked. Oh, she did not get it. “What I mean is, our marriage is arrange. Like we made a deal, then boom, we got marry,” I explained. Her brow furrowed.

Becky’s eyes dropped to the card. Then back up. Her hands were trembling now. “Is it drugs?” Susan asked. “Prostitutes? Some weird kink?” She let the silence stretch. “Talk.” Becky broke. It came out fast and shaky, the words tripping over each other. The arranged marriage. The fake contract. The inheritance clause that required Scott to be married within six months. Becky had filed the documents herself and had arranged the wedding. Susan listened to every word without blinking. When Becky finished, the room was quiet.

“You think moving the date up, bleeding me dry with pointless extravagance, plastering our wedding across every gossip column in the supernatural world is going to change anything? News flash, Venita, it won’t make me love you. Heck, it won't even make me like you.” Venita’s gasp broke through the wood between us, brittle and sharp. My throat tightened. “This is an arranged marriage,” Stephan continued, every word a lash. “A transaction. An alliance. Nothing more. That’s all it ever was.” I winced. God, even for Stephan, that was brutal. “Stephan…” Venita’s voice cracked, breaking down into something fragile. “You don’t mean that.” “Oh, I do.” His tone was ice. “I’ve never been clearer in my

lucky me. They ended up deciding on making a natural makeup and about an hour later they were done. My mom walked in with the four blondes who had an annoyed look on and they were glaring at me. Well actually found out that Bridget wanted Xavier to marry Brittany but Alberto's dad and my grandpa arranged a marriage for us. "Are you guys done with the makeup?"Mom asked and they nodded. "Then let's get you in your dress," she said and Elena and Alexa squealed like seriously?

"Don't try to act all smart. There's one thing you need to know. You've got the bad ass. It's either you opt out now or never. You can still be saved or you'll be in a bondage your entire life." "Do you think I want to do this?!" I asked in a slight yell. "Then opt out. Stop being pretentious. I didn't believe any lady could agree to an arranged marriage. I thought all ladies sought love. I totally forgot that ladies are money searchers. But still, they appreciate love with money. That's why you're unique." He avowed. "You've got it all wrong. He shrugged and walked past me, heading to the door. "I'll pick you up tomorrow so you can get your stuffs."