His Arranged Bride Novels & Stories

“Stop dramatizing everything.” She wanted to laugh. She wanted to scream. Instead, she whispered, “I’m not lying.” He had always believed she was. From the beginning, their marriage had been an arranged union carved by his grandfather. A strategic alliance. Evelyn Vance: kind, healthy, suitable. Good breeding. Good reputation. No scandals. A perfect corporate bride. Aria had been the love story. Evelyn had been the obligation. Damian adjusted his cufflinks, immaculate even in a hospital room. “Sign the papers. We’ll finalize this quietly. You’ll be compensated generously.”

she said to the both of them and left the room. Daisy took the wedding gown from the mannequin standing in a corner of the room and helped her to wear it, It was ordered from Dubai, It is very expensive with diamonds all over it, the dress looked so beautiful on Nelly but she couldn't even admire it, what is the use of admiring the wedding gown she is wearing for an arranged marriage. After helping her to wear her wedding gown Daisy started her work on Nelly's hair. She curled the hair before rolling it into a neat bun with two strands falling at each side of her face, she then used a silver hairpin to hold it in place. After her hair was fixed, Nelly sat in front of the mirror and Katie sta

This arranged marriage is a matter of state, and nothing can interfere with it. My feelings oscillated between anger and fear. Who did this man think he was to try to control my life and threaten me in this way? I won't give up on the prince - I declared, trying to keep my voice firm. The Duke laughed ironically. You are very naive if you think you can compete with the future queen. The prince is destined to marry Lyandra, and there is nothing you can do to change that. If you persist in this relationship, I guarantee that you will regret it bitterly.

He muttered. She turned to him. "This is an arranged marriage which might end anytime. So you shouldn't know who I am." She corrected him. He chuckled. "What does she have in mind saying that the marriage will come to an end anytime?" He scoffed. "You're Anastasia Grande, the lady who went viral on the net because of an incident. The lady on towel who ended up as my arranged wife today. And the woman who got the pussy that I'm gonna fuck here right away…"

"Why would we be plotting against you? We are just having a lovely discussion about the future" Juliana replied but Xander didn't believe her. He knew his mother never ran out of tricks, who knows what she's telling their hosts. "So, how was your talk?" Annabel asked curiously. She couldn't wait to know what they had both decided. Both Winter and Xander went back to their previous sit and joined the rest of them. "The talk was nice and we've decided to get married" Xander stated, looking at Winter who nodded.

He rolled his eyes. "I am free." I murmured. "Have you gotten a dress?" He demanded curtly. I sighed through my nose. "No, I just found out I was getting married to a stranger a few hours ago. I've not had time to go hunting for a dress. I'm sure I can whip up something by myself if I..." "Do you have any idea who you're getting married to?" He arched a delicate brow. "Adrien Roman Vasanten, that's who," I replied.

And by her face, the feeling was mutual. “Grayson darling, the place looks magnificent!” screeched the swan, as she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, “Mr. Clemonte, so glad you could make it this evening after your worldly travels. My dress is Vera Wang, custom made, thank you for asking. Now let me properly introduce you both to my date Mr. Bradford Rothschild.”

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.

Sierra’s POV “You love me?” I repeated. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Jordan said he loved me! He loved me! “Yes, Sierra. I do love you. As you said, this was an arranged marriage, so I didn’t have any expectations. I was hoping to see the kind of person you were first before anything. After we got married, I realized you weren’t daddy’s little pampered princess and I admired that about you. I respect you.”

Then, with a sinister edge to his voice, he turned back around. “Oh, and by the way,” he said, his eyes glinting with something dark, “You’ll have to pretend to be The Blackwell’s bride.” Juniper’s blood ran cold. Her heart skipped a beat as the words sank in. “What?” she whispered, stepping back as if she’d been struck. “The Blackwell’s bride?”