Novel & Cerita Novels About Arranged Marriages

robotic. Still, Alex hadn’t been working aboard after the wedding like Raphael had. He’d always stayed in town. So whatever they had, it looked pretty solid now. Maybe Grace should corner that brat Dana one of these days and squeeze the truth out of her—how does she actually get along with her husband in that whole arranged marriage setup? Grace’s phone buzzed on her desk. One new message. She picked it up and checked. “Haven’t gotten my flowers yet?” —from Gavin.

The wedding day began with a cold and quiet feeling. The sky over San Francisco was pale blue and dull, very different from the bright colors Eva remembered from her childhood. She didn’t feel excited or nervous. Instead, there was an empty ache in her chest. This wedding was not about love. It was a deal, a cold and careful joining of two broken lives.

I have a model-like figure with heavy br*asts, and with a good height of 5'7", I was truly looking stunning. With light makeup, paired with diamond jewellery, it really made me look different from my usual look. I looked beautiful, and somehow, I was now eager to see Jack’s reaction when he would lift my veil. My heart was now racing a bit in anticipation. This was an arranged cum business marriage between my family and Jack’s. Jack Froste is the younger son of the Froste family. I am Pearl Nickelson, the eldest daughter of my family. Our family arranged this marriage for mutual benefits, and as the eldest daughter, I agreed to this marriage. Jack and I have met a few times in the past two m

Her father always did everything she wanted and she didn't dare disobey him in return. That was why she couldn't refuse the marriage. She was so lost. Getting married to someone she didn't know at all. But she did make her research about him. According to what she heard, he was actually a very good-looking man. But was known to be a total womanizer and play boy. He had up to 10 girlfriends and to top it all, he was a flirt with guts. And Sierra hated this.. She was looking out her window inhaling the fresh air, and trying to calm herself so she wouldn't get annoyed by this impromptu setup. She was also afraid of ruining her father's plans.

“No, don’t call her. Please.” I knelt by his side and began massaging his feet, a wave of disgust rolling over me. “Rub my toes, servant,” he sneered. A cruel grin spread across his face as I complied. I felt powerless. He was my husband, after all, and the contract held me hostage. A dark, fleeting thought crossed my mind about how some people get away with murder, but I shook it away, horrified at myself. I felt pathetic. I’d read about arranged marriages in novels, but I never imagined I’d be the one living in a gilded cage.

He said admiring the outside view of my balcony. "Ya it is". I uttered. "So Nisha you are a lecture right". He asked, crossing his arms against his chest showing his biceps. "Yes.. I am ". I replied stuttering. Nisha what happened to you. "Nisha relax. I am also nervous like you but please be comfortable ok". I nodded and smiled at him. "Um, can I ask you something ?". I asked after gaining some courage. "Ya of course". He replied. "Uh, why did you agree to an arranged marriage? I mean you are good looking, educated, rich, and have a reputed job. So you will get any girl right". I finally asked with some hesitation.

Even though we had been arranged to marry, I expected that our chemistry would grow with time, and we would end up falling in love or we would at least come to a mutual understanding of some sort to treat each other fairly, but it seemed he had other things in mind. I might also have had a lover outside, he didn't know that. He didn't know what I had to sacrifice to get married to him, and even after that, I was still willing to live in peace. For Pete's sake I had to take my sister's place after she ran away from him. I could have easily done the same, but I chose not to. I was happy when I found out that he was the one I was going to get married to because he seemed reasonable. I even reje

Luciano reminded him, still unable to believe what was happening– "how can you expect me to marry a woman I don't even know?" "You'll love her, I assure you. She's a great girl." "And probably very unattractive, because if she needs an arranged marriage to get married, she won't have many options," he expressed sarcastically. "Stop talking nonsense, and you better get everything ready because I already told you, in 30 days, you'll be a married man." "Please tell me it's just a business deal... tell me it's not a real marriage, that I just have to sign some papers so you can make your alliances, but I'll still enjoy my bachelor life," Luciano pleaded. His grandfather smiled.

"This is... This is a divorce agreement." "I want a divorce," He confirmed what I already knew. Staring at him, disbelief washed over me. Two years of enduring his hostility, loving him despite everything, and now, divorce? "Why?" I rasped. "Why do you want to get rid of me, Adrien?" "You ask ridiculous questions," He spat. "Our marriage was arranged due to your father's greed and my father's obsessive love for you. I married you to inherit my father's properties, but now I want out."

This impossible, devastating, completely fucked-up moment where I realize that the arranged marriage I’ve been dreading might actually be to the one person I’ve wanted all along. But wanted on my terms. Not like this. Not as some corporate merger disguised as romance, orchestrated by people who think love is a line item on a balance sheet. He was supposed to be my choice, not my assignment. The blood drains from my face like someone just opened a valve and let all my hopes leak out onto Le Vieux Château’s marble floors. Because this changes everything. And absolutely nothing. I’m still trapped. Still being traded like property. Still walking into a marriage that’s more about quarterly projec