Historical Romance Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

, Bright sighed and spoke to his cat who was purring on the table. Bright was equally guilty about last night, perplexed at his own feelings and flustered at how weak he had been in front of them. He wanted to talk to Ash about it, sort it out so that they could go back to being contractually married to each other, living like strangers. Bright had grown accustomed to believing that he had a perfectly happy married life with a husband who he loved and who loved him back. He refused to believe the circumstances that had pulled him and Ash close again but he had found peace in their arrangement and all he wanted was that their marriage never ended.

"Jefferson, I am a very difficult person. So I know I can deal with you in the future. I don't need to be in heaven if you aren't there. I wouldn't want to be in paradise if you weren't Adam. I don't want to be happy if it means your tears, and I don't need the world when you're not there." Everyone was touched, I know that. They knew that this was an arranged marriage and didn't expect anything like that. Maybe they were thinking that we were already in love with each other, so when I heard the "You may now kiss the bride". I made her face me. I had already told her that I was going to fake the kiss, so I had to do that. After all, we already agreed to it too. No matter how much I wanted to

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.

' Even though the boys and the girls knew that this was what the meeting was all about, they were still dumbfounded by the news. Mr Brown continued with his speech. "Kayla Davis, meet Alex Brown, your future husband" Kayla nodded her head. "And as from today henceforth, Alex, you have to start taking care of Kayla. You both are going to get married immediately after college."He ended his speech, opened the file in front of him and stamped it with the stamp that Kayla spotted earlier. Kayla's heart skipped so many beats after this, she felt as if she was going to faint at any moment. 'They should have asked for our own opinion too' she thought. 'What if things didn't go as planned between us?

Why did you run away from a future that was so solid it could have been etched into your tombstone? Him. My father arranged my marriage before I was conceived. I'm pretty sure the moment they found out I was going to be a girl he already had potential suitors clamoring at the door. The problem wasn’t the arranged marriage, even though it was straight out of the 1800’s, barbaric andchauvinistic as fuck. No, the problem was the man they arranged for me to marry. A ‘man’ who had no issue “putting women in line”. He was fifteen years older than me and belonged to one of the most prestigious families in Boston, he also had a terrible temper and a drinking problem.

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.

Just watched. A bitter smile crept onto my lips. I know... they were never truly in love. At least, during the early years of their marriage. They were arranged—no, forced—because of an unexpected pregnancy. I was the consequence of one reckless night. A mistake. My grandfather made sure they married, for the sake of honor and tradition. The Escarra name must remain untarnished, and responsibility must always come first, even before love. So they ended up with each other, not by choice, but by obligation.

It can't be. ”Meaning I've secured a suitable match for you. It took quite a bit of work on my end, but the engagement has been finalized.” The words hit with the quiet force of a wrecking ball. Not shouted. No drama. Just a clinical statement, like he'd confirmed the weather or the price of gold. Arranged marriages were common practice in our world of big business and power plays, where marriages weren't love matches; they were alliances. I was expected to enter a lifetime contract after ”quite a bit of work” on my father's end.

"But it's all arranged. We're not really in a romantic relationship." So it was an arranged marriage, like many old and traditional royal marriages Kiran had read about in her world. That could be one other reason why Noorh didn't really care about how his interactions with the Lahnthean Aria might spark rumors - he didn't have an emotional attachment to his marriage engagement. Kiran couldn't help but feel sorry for Saia. She had read about how such arrangements robbed women of the opportunity to marry someone they truly loved.

“Come, let’s go downstairs. If you keep sitting, you might wrinkle the dress, mia cara.” “I don’t give a damn about this dress,” I glare at him with narrowed eyes. “With this marriage, the Russian mafiosos will give us a truce. You will be protected.” “And you will be richer, won’t you?” I say sarcastically. I had done my research, and as fantastical as it sounded, it was my reality. For centuries, arranged marriages had been popular among the mafia. They did it for various reasons—agreements, protection, truces… And now, I was part of it.