His Arranged Bride Novels & Stories

My hair, braided back, was a mess of loose curls that refused to cooperate—much like my mood. Trapped on this island with my father and the Morunagas, I had no idea how to process any of it. Pretending to be okay with an arranged marriage to a man I’d never met was exhausting. Unfortunately, solitude in a house full of alpha males was harder to find than a peaceful family dinner. “I finally get to meet the infamous bride,” a smug voice interrupted, cutting through the sound of the waves.

"Kaden made sure of that." Something shifted in his expression. "So you would rather be the bastard's wife than the rejected bride," he murmured. "It is the only choice I have." He studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he straightened and crossed to the window, hands clasped behind his back as he looked out over the grey winter grounds. "There are conditions," he said finally. "I expected as much." "You will conduct yourself with discretion. Whatever you think of this arrangement privately, publicly you will be my chosen bride—not a refugee I took in out of pity." He glanced back at me. "People will assume what they like. Let them. What matters is the story we present

My arm still tingled where he’d gripped it earlier. My father followed a few steps behind. I stood there, in my white dress, that suddenly felt like a curse. My hair fell loose over my shoulders - the way Mom liked. The thought of her seeing me like this broke my heart all over again. “Let’s get this over with,” Brad said, his tone light and almost cheerful. The officiant hesitated, glancing briefly at me, then at my father. “Is this… an arranged marriage?” Brad's smile didn’t reach his eyes. “What we got is a mutual understanding.”

Still, my fingers shook as I scrolled down and reality hit me like a knife was pierced through my heart. “This…this is the wedding dress the bride wore today,” a lump seemed to rise in my throat as I voiced out those words and my thoughts went wild. “I can't believe this!” I exclaimed. “Is everything alright, ma'am?” Norman questioned. I mean, I don't blame him, my voice echoed in the car. “We're almost home, just a few minutes away,” he added. I sat down with my jaw dropped in awe. My marriage with Oliver was arranged marriage which his family made a deal of 25% of Keller group shares to us.

He must be just as baffled as I was about this Sheila woman. I sighed deeply, "I noticed the striking resemblance too. That's why I need to find out everything about Sheila Grayson. She's the substitute bride I was supposed to marry." James fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "Andrew, I think you should consider going through with the arranged marriage." "What?!" I exclaimed, taken aback by his suggestion.

She said and I nodded my head. “Weirdly, the bride wanted me to use brown and the bride groom purple. When I asked them if it was one of them favorite color, they both said no and said they just wanted something. I did not bother to ask them and went on with it. After we were yesterday, I sent them pictures of the venue and I could hear excitement from the bride even though the bride groom was merely interested when we spoke.” I explained. Ash looked at me in the mirror. “Could it be arranged marriage?”

So concerning Daniel and Kathie marriage I was think we should get them married by next weekend" I said. The two women nodded their head. " That is good" my wife said. " We will start the wedding preparations as soon as possible" Mrs Donald said. " It is not a loud or noisy wedding, you it is an arranged marriage it is not based on love or feelings for each other.. it is against their will.. we will only invite friends, families and business partner" Donald said. I nodded my head. " There is no problem on that" my wife said. " I also agree with you" Mrs Donald said.

She was supposed to be a new bride, not someone who had spent years learning to appreciate her husband's character. "I agree completely," Sadie said firmly, surprising both men with her quick response. "Damien, sleeping together right now would be inappropriate and uncomfortable for both of us. This is an arranged marriage—neither of us chose each other out of love or attraction. We're essentially strangers who happen to be legally bound." She saw Damien's expression flicker with something that might have been relief or surprise. Derek's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, clearly trying to determine if she was being genuine or playing some deeper game.

The color of the old rose looks magnificent on her. After a few minutes, the bride finally made her grand entrance, and Emmett and his father watches the bride walk down the aisle. Mrs. Albreicht is wearing the most exquisite wedding gown, and she's holding a bouquet of her favorite flower, which is white lilies. Emmett noticed that his father and mother's eyes are glued to each other, while lovingly smiles at each other. This moment really touched his heart, and his somehow and somewhat convinced that being in an arranged marriage is not a bad idea at all...

So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger. Rich people do have a lot of attitude just because they have a lot of money they think that they can do anything. I watched that arrogant man leave, he told me that he would never marry a woman like me or even if I was the last person left on earth he would not marry me. "I don't care if I want to marry a person like him, As if I wanna marry him." I would never marry a person like him, I hate him. I then rushed towards the little girl who was wounded.