Historical Romance Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

And the deep, gravelly voice responding to her belonged to Rocco. "You need to tell her the truth, Rocco," Bianca whispered urgently. "She thinks you hate her. She’s destroying herself with those books, ignoring everyone. Lorenzo is losing his mind because she dumped him." "It’s better this way," Rocco’s voice vibrated through the bookshelves, sending an unwanted shiver down my spine. "Elena and I... it’s an arranged marriage set up by our fathers. It has nothing to do with affection. It’s an alliance for the underworld. We get married after college, and that’s the end of it."

Pulling her knees up to her chin, she wrapped her arms around her legs and smiled at the memory of Dominic. “He was what those historic novels call a ravishing rake.” She laughed remembering when she teased him with that title after washing his shoulder-length blond hair. “It was an arranged marriage just like historic times. Down to the ‘courting’. Leave it for high society to stay too traditional,” she said with a shake of her head. “We were two peas in a pod when it comes to rebelling against our upbringing. When I first met him I thought, ‘great, just how long I gotta stay married to this man whore’. He had a bad boy rep since he was 16. We met when he was 22 and I, was 18. I remember th

The very highly finished mahogany table was cold on my trembling hands. My relatives were seated in front of me, faces twisted into practiced complacency, the smiles strained, set on the parents of my so-called 'bride-to-be.' It was one of those situations you view out of a history film, the only difference being we were greeted with the dignified silence of an upper-class dining room instead of a quill and parchment. An arranged marriage. The words still echoed in my mind as a grim joke.

The man didn’t have a decent job and was an idler who wasted his time hanging around with punks from the street all the time. The thought of marrying someone like that made Mia’s stomach churn with anxiety but she had no choice. She had not even met the Groom or seen a picture of him, so it all made her slightly nervous. “Why hasn't the Groom or his family arrived yet?” Lydia frowned and looked at the handful of people in church. She was dressed in a very beautiful purple colour dress. Her makeup accentuated her features. It seemed like the Edward Family did not Value the Marriage. However Mia was unbothered. She only cared about finding her Family, and she knew this marriage was the only so

Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age. I was an exception only because my parents were dead, so there was no one who could arrange my marriage other than Damon. Who had other important things to work on at that time, rather than looking for a guy to marry me, which gave me a little extra time than other women. But it came to an end when a war broke out between Cosa Nostra and the American mafia which made Cosa Nostra seek out Bratava for help and which eventually led to me marrying Alex, which scared me.

I looked at Mathhew. “ Nope. He should know this.” He shrugged. “ Fine.” I sighed, looking down on my fidgeting fingers. “ I-I didn't want to marry you.” I started. “ That, I know.” Christian interrupted. “ Even mom and Dad were not agreeing.” I continued. “ And… .” He pressed. “ So..Um, Matthew blackmailed us all to destroy our business if I didn't agree to marry you.” I completed, with my face still down as a silence prevailed on the table for a long deafening moment before Anya gasped.

She turned to face the small gathering that had assembled around us, Harold, Sarah, Peter, my father, enough of an audience that I understood, immediately, this wasn't meant to be private. "A year ago," my mother said, her voice carrying easily, "I helped arrange a marriage I believed, at the time, was simply a sensible business decision for both our families. I want everyone here to understand something I've only recently come to understand myself. Whatever began as an arrangement has become something else entirely, chosen freely, fought for honestly, by two people who owe nothing to any deal their families once struck on their behalf." I felt Anna's hand find mine, and I turned to look at

Just when Eva and Lucian’s arranged marriage was starting to feel less cold, trouble showed up at the worst possible moment. The Thorne charity gala was a big event a night full of rich people and fancy speeches. For Lucian, it was a way to show off his power and prove he was happily married. For Eva, it was just another night she had to pretend to be the perfect wife. She wore a beautiful dress that Lucian’s stylist picked out, and her smile was perfect but it didn’t reach her eyes.

As expected in a community where the tradition of arranged marriages was celebrated, Paulo was literally swarmed by hordes of parents wanting to fix a romantic date for their daughters with Paulo De Luca. However, ever since they were kids, Paulo and Moira Viscoli had been very close; and it was almost written in the stars that the two would wind up together as a couple. So the De Lucas and Viscolis entered into a marriage pact on behalf of their children. And when Paulo finally proposed to Moira, she just had to say ‘Yes’; everybody expected her to because it was already pronounced that a girl who turned down Paulo’s proposal would either be insane or gay.

He gave me a look that said: You're a lying asshole. "It's not that complicated." I took a long sip of my beer. "But it is. All of a sudden, I find out you got married. Explain it to me, because I’m tired of trying to figure it out." "It's an arranged marriage," I blurted out. His eyes widened. I immediately explained everything, which left him at the edge of his seat. It felt good to confide in him after so long. "That whore!" he barked. I raised an eyebrow at him. "You should take revenge."