His Arranged Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

He almost had a heart attack. It was Barbara’s turn, “Do you take this man to be your husband and no one else”? There was silence again, the guests were wondering what was happening. “Could it be that it is an arranged marriage”? One of them Mr. Harrison mumbled. He was a business tycoon of the Whitestone pack. “Yes, I do”, she responded. And then everyone clapped. “You may kiss your bride now”, everyone wondered how he would do it since he was on a wheelchair. He beckoned on James to help him get up and he kissed her on her cheek and not on her lips. Everyone clapped again but did not u understand why he did not kiss her on her lips

“Except dating. I can’t have my wife dating other men.” “And you won’t see other women.” She said it like a statement, not a question. “Aye, you’ll be my moon and stars, lass.” “I don’t see how we’re going to do this today. We need a license, an officiant.” I placed the envelope on the table. “Taken care of.” She opened the flap and pulled out the marriage license I’d applied for, both of our names already written down. “Are you serious? You knew I’d say yes?”

I hissed. "Really? Then move and let me marry her. Marrying Pearl. It will be an honor." He chuckled as I glared at him. If there were any system to burn someone by glaring then by now he would have became ash. "Go and marry her then." I said through gritted teeth. "Cool down man. By the way where is princess? Isn't she late." He cocked his brow up. "How would I know where she is? She is embarrassing me. I swear-" I stopped in the middle of my sentence as I saw her walking down the aisle followed by her bridesmaids.

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?

She spoke the last part of the sentence stealthily. "Kathy! The driver is listening." "Nah, no way girl. He ain't!" We both laughed. After about 30 minutes we arrived at the Carrington Estate. We weren't very late but there were a handful of sumptuous cars and plushy-looking guests already inside and entering the main hall. Kathy put her right arm around my left and we proceeded inside. Huge and pendulous chandeliers of different colours seemed like they were going to fall at any time. And the dresses of the guests, especially the female ones, made us feel like we had a wardrobe malfunction.

He said admiring the outside view of my balcony. "Ya it is". I uttered. "So Nisha you are a lecture right". He asked, crossing his arms against his chest showing his biceps. "Yes.. I am ". I replied stuttering. Nisha what happened to you. "Nisha relax. I am also nervous like you but please be comfortable ok". I nodded and smiled at him. "Um, can I ask you something ?". I asked after gaining some courage. "Ya of course". He replied. "Uh, why did you agree to an arranged marriage? I mean you are good looking, educated, rich, and have a reputed job. So you will get any girl right". I finally asked with some hesitation.

He looked her in the eyes, and suddenly the weight of their arrangement felt lighter, shifting into something more promising, something that could be. Bridgette couldn’t help but smile. The humor of their initial meetings swirled into a new unpredictability filled with potential. Maybe arranged marriages weren’t so traditional; they were simply the backdrop of a new adventure waiting to unfold. As they sat on that bench, two surprised lovers navigating unforeseen affection, Bridgette felt the rush of hope blossoming, uncertain, yet exhilarating.

They had to choose another child, and that too, took forever. After everything was completely arranged and no loose ends were left untied, the two mothers were each with their children, taking care of every detail so that they would both be the most beautiful bride and groom on the cruise. That took so long that, at the ceremony, instead of the bride being late, it was the groom who was late. Erika was hidden in one of the rooms waiting for Chad to leave the arrangement room, knowing how his future mother—in—law was, the woman could not reproach the man.

The atmosphere felt secretive, as if it were a clandestine event. The bride and groom were dressed casually, giving no indication of the significance of the day. Camila wore a simple white gown, with minimal makeup. Her hair was hastily gathered into a messy bun, and her feet were encased in silver-white shoes. It was evident that her parents had not planned much beyond the signing of the contract.