Mariage Arrangé Novels & Stories

"Wait a minute." I nodded, looking at him as he stepped to the quieter side of the room, while I shifted my gaze to the wine bottle within arm's reach. After no one was around me, I felt stressed again. I was getting married, having children, and most likely not being able to continue my college education, which was only in the process of passing three semesters. Then, my childhood friend put me in that situation. Everything was a mess. I already knew that arranged marriages were less about love and more about the interests of the bride and groom's respective families, so the personal feelings of the bride and groom were less of a consideration.

“I want you to stay, I want you and me to help our parents with the plans…” “More like curtail them before they go overboard.” Jared cuts in. “That too.” Alexa agrees. “I want to stand at the altar beside and go hunting with you, I want you by my side because even as much as I do not like the fact that this was arranged by our parents and it is a political kind of marriage but with my petty rage and anger aside, I do know that this is the best match for me so my answer is yes. I do want the union but we would have to take things very slow.”

Weirdos. "Well my dear," She continued. "The thing is, we want to do this stuff as soon as possible." As soon as possible? "S--soon?" I asked in a stammer. "Yes my dear. Is there a problem with that?" She asked as in a fretting tone. "Definitely not." My mum retorted. "I mean, wouldn't we get to know each other before we take any move?" I asked. "Is that important?" Ace thick voice sounded. "This is an arrangement. The point is for us to get married. Knowing each other shouldn't be part of it in any way."

' 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?

she asked. "I want you to negotiate a contract marriage between our client, Ethan, and a suitable candidate who can bear him a child within the next six months. The contract will last for five years, during which time the couple will live together, have a child, and then go their separate ways. Ethan will pay the candidate a handsome sum of money for her services, and in return, he'll get to keep his fortune." Emily was taken aback by the proposal. She had never heard of such a thing before.

Annabel and Juliana looked disappointed that the wedding wouldn't be soon, but they accepted it, after all, a month wasn't really that far. "Can I add something?" Winter asked and they all gave her a go ahead. She took in a deep breath because of what she was about to say, she glanced at Xander, nervously. "Just say it, it's your marriage after all, so we'll do as you wish" Her father urged her. "Can we keep our marriage from the public for the time being?" She requested, which made everyone look at her in surprise. Since her Mother didn't understand why she was saying so, she asked "And why is that?"

“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.

Just asci was caught in-between, unable to think straight, the door slammed open and a rugged man stood by the door, breaking the string of attraction between the guy and I. He let go of me, turning to face the direction of the door. “What?" He asked, his voice offensive. “The appointment was today and he's here. Should we let him in?” The man asked. The guy hummed in approval, waving his hand to dismiss the man. He then turned to me again. “Our wedding is next week," he announced. "The marriage was arranged without my consent, besides, I'm married, so we're not getting married.” He chuckled. “Do you know what it means to breach an agreement with my father involved?”

Especially in the state my mind was currently in. "I thought you said I did mean something to you, though?" Lena asked in a muted tone as she tried to control her emotions. "That came out wrong," I admitted. "I just meant that the marriage was arranged. It's not like I actually proposed to you. It wasn't an emotional choice it was logical. “This marriage is and was completely controlled by the politics of our countries. And it is our duty, all emotion aside, to make sure we follow through with the promises that our father's made. Love and duty don't always go hand in hand. Sometimes you have to choose."