His Arranged Bride Novels & Stories

He said and I looked at him surprised. Mum and Dad's marriage was arranged. Her dad was just telling her now. "Kim, even if you don't get married to Alfred, you will either get wedded to the son of Jeguk industries or rather you will get married to one of the twins of Marshall group of companies," He explained and pecked my hair as tears fell from my eyes. "But Dad, I don't love him," I sobbed my voice choked with tears and my Dad embraced me. I sobbed harder on his shoulder. Why are bad things happening now?! First I broke up with Andrew now this arranged marriage stuff.

“Kriti, see, he’s the best groom and has the best family we’ve found for you in the last two years. This family is far better than any of the other proposals. We’ve researched them all, and I’m sure that you’ll be treated like a real princess in that house. They have everything, and Arnav…he’s a gem who’ll complement my golden daughter perfectly. Just trust me and try to brush off these doubts of yours.” I nodded looking into her eyes as I shook off the memories. We were married today in a traditional ceremony and here I was busy with a trail of thoughts. My eyes fell upon a cute, yellow flower pot on the nightstand and it pulled me back to the present. There was a large cupboard on the left

This arranged marriage would be about me, submitting myself completely to him. This is an Arrangement of occurrence a proof that Irisian Marie Villafuente is agreeing to undertake herself to Zachary Levi Esqueza within 36 weeks validity of this agreement. She shall not have any romantic relationship in men, nor do what she wants without any consent of Zachary Levi Esqueza. She must perform the habitual activity of a normal housewife to her husband-boss when Zachary Levi Esqueza requested for it. She must oblige, not argue and submit herself unless there are unsafe circumstances.

I told him. "It is not that simple, Irina." He replied and I felt someone just stabbed me. He is not over her yet. She can still have a chance in his life though. It is not like we live with each other, after all. "Yeah, it is not that simple." I repeated his words. It is an arranged marriage after all. We arranged to marry each other, so what did I expect from this? "Are you okay?" He asked me. "I am." He cupped my face and made me face him.

I froze, the surprise catching me off guard before I could bury it. “Cyrus? Getting married? Who did he piss off to deserve that? I didn't think any woman—or man—was masochistic enough to tie themselves to that human-shaped disaster. Last I checked he was still trying to figure out how to be the alpha of his own Mile high club.” “Arranged, obviously,” Lionel said with a dry chuckle. “It's happening by the end of the month. A standard Ashford union, high yields, low romance. “So, you flew cross-country to deliver a wedding invitation?”

“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.”

I have a model-like figure with heavy br*asts, and with a good height of 5'7", I was truly looking stunning. With light makeup, paired with diamond jewellery, it really made me look different from my usual look. I looked beautiful, and somehow, I was now eager to see Jack’s reaction when he would lift my veil. My heart was now racing a bit in anticipation. This was an arranged cum business marriage between my family and Jack’s. Jack Froste is the younger son of the Froste family. I am Pearl Nickelson, the eldest daughter of my family. Our family arranged this marriage for mutual benefits, and as the eldest daughter, I agreed to this marriage. Jack and I have met a few times in the past two m

Presently, I stood in front of the mirror while two maids completed the final adjustments to my dress. "Turn slightly, Madam," one of them said politely. I obeyed. The dark green gown fit perfectly. It was elegant without being overly extravagant and carried exactly the sort of understated sophistication expected from the Santoro family. The fabric hugged my waist before flowing gracefully to my ankles. One maid secured the final clasp behind me. "There," she said with obvious satisfaction. "Perfect." I studied my reflection carefully. The bruise on my cheek had almost completely healed, and the remaining stitches had been hidden beneath careful makeup. My hair had been pinned neatly into pl

He didn't growl, he simply observed. The meeting dragged on. I listened half-heartedly until their bickering became a headache. I raised a hand, silencing them mid-sentence. “You all know this is an arranged marriage, right?” I said calmly. They nodded, one after the other. “Then let’s be clear,” I continued. “This won’t be a full-blown fairytale. Handle the dowry, perform the rites, and we’ll have a private court ceremony. No spectacle. Just her, me, and Draven as witness.”