Mariage Arrangé Novels & Stories

Sophie’s words suddenly made Claire feel even more embarrassed. She stroked the hair between her temples before she hesitated as she said ambiguously, “This… Well, I don’t know if it’s considered an arranged marriage…” Sophie could not help but say, “The both of you did not know or understand each other before you got married. So, there is naturally no emotional foundation between the both of you. At the same time, the both of you only got married at your grandfather’s request. Isn’t that a typical arranged marriage? This is just like Marie Antoinette’s marriage to Louis XVI in ancient history. The both of them did not have any feelings for each other, and they only got married at Louis XVI’

“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?”

All this memories and much more. I would laugh at that now. We now have two kids!! And another one on it's way.. Look at an awful falling marriage turning into something beautiful. It was arranged. Really arranged that we will all be happy at the end even though my personal family is not here. Mom, dad and Annastela... May their should rest in perfect peace. But Long Live our love for each other and the bound our families have. THE END. TEACHING FROM THE WRITER: Most people have experienced a form of love at some point in their life. They might have regarded it as a relatively trivial thing, a pleasurable sensation that they were able to enjoy without taking a whole lot of time to think abou

He scoffed and without waiting for me to reach his side, he walked outside into the car that was already opened for him. This man. He was exceptional. “Ma'am, get into the car. Mr. Maverick orders.” His chauffeur yelled, titling his head outside to check on me and I jolted back to my senses, rushing into the car. The marriage was fast, and it felt as though he had planned everything ahead and all I was left for was to sign the contract. I scanned the papers again and my eyes caught the pro's and con’s of the marriage I was getting myself into.

she answered. "Is it because he is Mr Lorenzo’s heir that you agree to be with him? You yourself are a wealthy heiress of the Bruch family—why must you choose Marcel as your husband?" "This is an arranged marriage that cannot be broken. My parents owe a debt of gratitude to Marcel’s parents, and it can only be repaid through marriage." "You are beautiful, clever, and rich—it is a pity that you should be his second wife." "Besides, it is only a business marriage, not love. It must be carried through, for the sake of protecting my family."

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.

“A way for you and Ava to have what you want without harming the pack.” I had furrowed my brow and taken another sip of my whiskey, wondering if he was pulling my leg or trying to trap me into admitting to something I shouldn’t. “And what would that be?” I had asked. Degas had paused for a moment, chewing his teeth, before leaning back in his chair. “It’s an ancient contract,” he had said with a wave of his hand. “It hasn’t been used for centuries, but it still stands today…” Over the next half hour, Degas had explained the possibility to me: an arranged marriage. But not just any arranged marriage. No, this one was different. This one would allow me to marry in the public eye, but I would s

Father’s voice held so much promise for discipline, that even mother was clearly frightened on Maeve’s behalf. I knew this was going to one day happen, after we had both clocked eighteen. Arranged marriage was very common and it’s automatically expected of every girl child who comes from a noble family, to get given to a man from another noble family in marriage, regardless of the man’s age. I had been in fright since I had clocked eighteen, dreading this coming day, and now that it was here, in as much as I was glad that it wasn’t my turn yet, I felt so much pity for Maeve right now.