Historical Romance Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

A time when he would realize he had made a mistake and beg to take me back. Those were teenage fantasies that had died long ago, though. Even now that we were pledged to be married, I didn’t find myself wishing for him to apologize or love me again. I was curious about him, and I wanted a happy life, but love didn’t need to be a part of it. This was an arranged marriage—emphasis on “arranged.” We weren’t choosing each other; we were choosing our packs.

Calvin was about to refuse but Lena immediately added, "And also, think about the woman who came with you earlier, Margot. Her health isn't good, and she can no longer bear children." Lena summoned up her courage and continued, "If you marry me, my master will give her medicine so she can have children in the future." Perhaps, she was also a bit selfish for wanting to be with this man. Although they shared no feelings and didn't understand each other, didn't marriages used to be arranged by parents and matchmakers? Many couples in historical times got married without meeting each other beforehand. She believed that they would gradually develop feelings for each other and be happy in the futu

Glancing down at my Rolex,, I realize I have about five hours before my yearly date with my intended bride. Antonia and I have had an arranged marriage since I was four and she was nothing more than a fetus in her mom’s belly. Arranged marriages are nothing new in the underworld especially when it comes to treaties. That was the case for me and Antonia or Toni as she prefers to be called. Our marriage solidifies the alliance with the Russians and Italian mafias, who also have an alliance with the Irish, which was a different arranged marriage long before Toni and I were arranged to be married.

“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

She was so beautiful, much more than he was actually expecting. However, he recalled the circumstances surrounding the marriage and that was enough to get him angry once again. Dylan had always hated fiesty women. Not only were they do much trouble, but they brought out the worst in him. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, his bride turned out to be everything he never wanted.

Paris lowered her head recollecting everyone who used to bully her at a younger age because she was the only one with bright red hair and a face filled with freckles. "You've found out why you've thought of yourself ugly now right?" Archer inquired Paris seeing the sad expression on her face Paris slowly nodded. "I will marry you," Paris heard Archer. Her eyes went to him quickly. "However, I will tell you the true reason why I'm marrying you since you were truthful to me, and I want you to know the type of arranged marriage you're in for.” Paris nodded curiously to know what he was about to tell her. "I don't believe in love not after what my mom did to my dad," Archer told Paris.

I looked at him. "But there is something else I need to tell you." He held my gaze. "The reason I agreed to this marriage was not only to repay your father's debt." I went still. "Three years ago," he said. "The council gathering in the Merin territory. You were there with your father. You were arguing a border dispute with an Alpha twice your age and you were winning it and you looked like you had known you were going to win before the conversation began." He paused. "I stood across that hall and I could not stop watching you. I did not know your name yet. I just knew I had never seen anyone like you."

“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?”

That response stung more than it should have. “What exactly are you saying?” Amara asked, her voice tightening. Isabella took a small step closer. Not aggressive. But deliberate. Closing the distance just enough to make the moment feel more intense. “Twelve months ago,” she said calmly, “our families arranged our engagement.” The words felt unreal. Like something out of a story. Not her reality. Not her life. “Arranged?” Amara repeated faintly. “Yes.” Isabella folded her arms slightly. “Our families have longstanding business ties. It was… beneficial for both sides.”

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.