Novels About Arranged Marriages Novels & Stories

“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.

Ava recounts: While everyone around me was eating and chatting animatedly, I couldn’t stop thinking—thinking about some way to escape living with Alex, at least for a while. It might sound ridiculous to anyone, considering Alex was an attractive, kind, and desirable man, but I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. I never expected I’d have to move in with my newly imposed husband so quickly. Well, that’s normal, right? But this wasn’t a normal marriage. It was an arranged marriage, a simple transaction, a whim of my grandfather’s, and a means to an end for Alex. Everyone at the table was eating and discussing the future, while I, wanting to run away, felt a deep fear settle in my chest. It w

, I tried to assure her; more like telling her to get the hell out, I've heard enough. " Sir, it's easier said than done. You have to do it", she said, unable to read the air in the room and if I wasn't such a patient human being, she would've joined her friend in doing those menial jobs without my company having to fall apart or go bankrupt. " Look sir, it is very easy. You just have to let the yang energy take over you so that you can connect with the yin and have a wonderful love life with your husband; now that I think about it, my husband's last name is Yang", she laughed hysterically, sounding so much like those background laughter in comedy series - and hei, I just noticed too; her hu

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

It wasn't part of the script. "You heard right. It was supposed to be an arranged marriage and I went to their house to pick someone to marry. Since my wife and I have once known each other, I would of course choose her. It was love at first sight after all. Who wouldn't love someone as adorable as her?" He looked at her lovingly.

Katherine’s Manuscript — Chapter 1 I didn’t expect to fall in love with Damien Richard. Arranged marriages are not designed for love. They are designed for stability. Alliances. Convenience. My parents explained this to me the morning they told me I was getting married. I remember the sunlight coming through the dining room windows while my mother stirred her tea like this was a perfectly ordinary conversation. “The Richards are a respectable family,” she said calmly. My father nodded in agreement. And that was it. That was how my marriage was decided.

It wasn’t too girly and had neutral colours just like my bedroom back at home. “This is it,” I muttered to myself. “I was finally going to start living as Mrs Hayland, the woman without her husband’s love, and there was no going back” I sighed dejectedly. I had read a lot of books and watched a lot of movies about women in arranged marriages who weren’t happy. I remembered how I used to yell and insult them, wondering why they would remain stuck in the marriage. “Look at you,” I sighed, “You are just like those women now and just like them, you have nowhere to go” I mocked myself.

He asked me to meet people. I threw it on him. Find a groom for me. Because I know he will choose the best for me. I trust him with everything. "That's crazy to do an arranged marriage in this era", Nancy husked when I told her about the groom-hunting. "Especially when it's not unwanted. You're weird" People like me exist. Not much. I just know that I want love to find me. Arranged dates, forced proximity, contract marriage, forced marriage— my mama's reading lists when she was a teenager, aren't definitely my thing.

I forgot to tell her that Janine had broken up with me, all because of a little vixen who was waiting for me at home. "Janine and I broke up, or rather, Janine broke up with me because her parents decided to marry her off to another man," I explained, and surprisingly, I felt no bitterness or hurt; in fact, I felt nothing. "No way! Is arranged marriage still practiced in the twenty-first century?" She questioned, her face irked.

None of this did anything to soothe Raina's nerves. Raina picked one out of the four bonded contracts. With a bit of a quivering hand, she opened the page that described in detail the terms and conditions of the contract. The title was bold and clear - "Contract for Arranged Marriage". The first paragraph listed the names of the two parties involved, followed by a detailed description of the terms and conditions of the arrangement. Raina felt a sense of numbness as she read the words as if her heart had been put on pause. - That the marriage would be strictly a business arrangement, with no intimacy involved.