How Does Arranged Marriage Work Novels & Stories

My wedding to Alpha Kai, the man who didn't even like me, he couldn't stand me. The thought alone made my stomach twist so violently I had to sit on the edge of the bed for a moment, pressing a hand to my abdomen and breathing slowly. I wasn’t nervous because I loved him, no. That would have been easier. Softer. I was nervous because I had no idea what I was stepping into. A marriage arranged by my father. A bond forged from necessity, politics, pack expectations, not affection. Not want. Not love. I inhaled slowly and forced myself to stand up. A group of pack women arrived soon after, the stylists, the seamstresses, people tasked with preparing the Alpha’s bride.

He didn't know the woman, and it was several years before he saw his uncle again. "Maybe the girl doesn't like his son." Owen replied. Everyone looked at him. "Owen has a point, but Leon already rejected that girl." His mother spoke. "He maybe rejected her, but that girl is now interested in Leon." His father answered. Both Leon and Owen were stunned. Especially Owen, he was suddenly nervous. In the case of those with Chinese blood, arranged marriage is normal, especially if business is involved. The question now is, if Leon's uncle succeeds in convincing his friend's parents. Will Leon agree to marry the girl he just saw? What about Owen?

"It's good to see you again, Brendan." "It's good to see you too." He gave me a charming grin. "And I understand about the whole matchmaking thing. That might have pissed me off too, but it's kind of our culture. I mean, weren't you raised to expect something like this? At least now we have a choice; it used to be arranged marriages. You were set up by your parents and that was that." "True." I bobbed my head. "But I don't know if I'm ready for marriage yet."

"What plan? What are you talking about?" Rowan ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "It’s complicated, Pamela. My parents arranged for us to get married long before I even met you. They thought it would secure their hold on the company and give them control over everything. They didn’t care about my feelings, about you, or anything else. All they cared about was power." I could hardly breathe. "You’re saying your marriage to me was arranged? That it was all part of some… scheme?"

This is my first time here. "No, I'm not." Still, I answered nicely. "I'm here to find someone since he didn't show up to our date, yesterday." And that someone is your friend. "Is he your boyfriend? " She asked. "No. Well...he is my fiance. But we never met nor we dated before. Both our parents arranged the marriage for us. Yesterday is supposed to be our first date, but he didn't show up because he said he has a match." I said with a sad and disappointed tone.

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."

She forced a tight-lipped smile, “With all due respect Mr. Godwin, why wouldn’t you go through a legitimate surrogacy agency or something? Why me?” He shifted forward in his chair and grabbed his drink off the side table. “With all due respect Miss Dubois, I won’t be paying you to ask questions. You’ve already had one healthy son, even in spite of dire circumstance. If you choose to accept this arrangement, all your living and medical expenses will be paid and you will reside in my penthouse in Omega City.”

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

Delmour's voice rang with concern. "I don't effing care, Mom! You and Dad claim to love me more, but you both still went ahead and got that little brat married before me, and not just to anyone, but to that fine piece of human meat," Olivia shouted in frustration. She had been holding onto this resentment for far too long. Mrs. Delmour shook her head, struggling to understand her daughter's frustration. "Baby, it's an arranged marriage, and your dad and I will find you someone more attractive as a husband, so don't worry, okay? We've got everything sorted out for you already."

While Lyon is concerned about her reaction, "Um, Lyon..." Amora's expression seemed to change, "Lyon..because. You know, I have accepted the contract in England, which means I will stay there for three years. I have to focus on my work and business. " "I'll help you. I'm just here. " "Lyon, didn't you say... you can't handle three years without me? Lyon, how can we work if---" "That's why we're getting married." Amora shook her head. She didn't know what to answer. "You don't understand, Lyon.." she kept telling him, trying to say something but didn't want to hurt Lyon's feelings.