Matrimonio Arreglado Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Yeah, he got in this morning," Aria said candidly, pushing her windblown hair out of her face. Marvin's brow furrowed slightly. "You know that his marriage to the Jepson family was arranged by both sets of parents a long time ago. If his mother finds out about you, I'm afraid..." Marvin trailed off, but Aria understood exactly what he meant. "I know," Aria said, looking at him. "I've thought about all the logical problems, but love isn't logical." She was smiling, but Marvin sensed a deep sadness beneath her facade.

Meanwhile, Jace, initially intimidated by Marvin's reserved nature, discovered a depth of compassion and understanding within him. Through shared experiences and heartfelt conversations, they started to unravel the layers of their differences, finding unexpected connections and shared values. Slowly but surely, their relationship blossomed into a partnership built on trust, respect, and, ultimately, love. As they faced external pressures and internal doubts, Marvin and Jace leaned on each other for support, realizing that together, they were stronger than they ever could have been alone. In the end, their arranged marriage became not just a duty but a union forged in the fires of adversity,

He just watched me walk toward him with an expression I could not read, which was already irritating. The priest began. He spoke about unity and partnership and the sacred bond between mates, and I stood there and let the words wash past me like water. None of it landed. None of it was real. This was a transaction dressed up in silk and ceremony, and I was the currency being exchanged. "Do you, Cecilia, Alpha Queen of the Greenville Pack, take this man as your mate and husband?" I wanted to say no. I wanted to tear this dress off and walk straight out of this room and let the consequences fall where they would. I felt the words sitting in my throat, ready.

All the love, attention, and devotion gone down the drain. “Elena,” I murmured, finding my voice at last. “I don't care. It's... It's an arranged marriage. Right from the start, that's what it is. So long as we're fond of each other, and we have that mutual respect, we'll be able to pull it off. To make it work. We've been best friends for long, haven't we? That's a good foundation right there, so everything is not totally a lost cause.”

She went to Alice's side next to me, while Zach stood with the men on the other side. Zach wrapped his hand around my waist before he kissed me on the head. "This is the best gift I've ever had," he whispered before facing the photographer. "Me too," I whispered back before we heard the photographer's instructions for the picture. "Do you know what's funny about arranged marriage?" "Move a little, Gio!" I heard Katana shout. "What?" Zach asked, looking ahead. "It's a bargain," I answered, making him furrow his brow before looking at me.

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."

It was obvious he was also against it. "But, Dad..." He tried to protest and his mum gave him a warning look. I sighed and looked at Dad. Don't tell me he's gonna agree also with this? First, he arranged my marriage without my permission, then this. "But Peter, how about the arrangement?!" My Dad asked. "Oh, don't worry about that Emil, You and I can take care of that," The president said and my mouth hung low. "Then we can also have the wedding this saturday," The president added and tears almost fell down my eyes.

"The whole arrangement with Sarah was just a formal agreement between our families." I handed her the phone. She adjusted her glasses and scanned the screen. "It was about getting married and having a child. But since she’s not able to conceive, the agreement is void." I paused, hesitating, before admitting, "Still... I’ll marry her after the baby’s born." She looked up, and I caught the flicker in her eyes before she masked it. Disappointment. "So your marriage is... a transaction," she said quietly. "Well, marriages of convenience aren’t rare in our world. Especially when it involves business!" I grabbed the hangover soup and sipped it.

If I had to go through this farce that would be my marriage, at least I could find a way to make it bearable. Add second by second, minute by minute, and then every detail never goes hard. Sharon, God bless her, was quick, and together we ironed all of those little details out where she would stay, how we would meet, and what excuse I could find for sneaking away from Olivia. By the time we finished, I swear to God, it felt like a pretty tight plan, at least almost foolproof. "So now you just have to convince your parents," Sharon said, leaning back on the couch, her broad grin of satisfaction stamped across her face.

He was rude and she didn't really like it. "So, I prepared the marriage contract. You know, we won't want anyone to know about this, including my lawyer, and that's part of the conditions you have to accept." He explained, with his legs crossed. "I see. Alright, can I have it now? Let's get this done." She said, twitching her lips.