Novels About Arranged Marriages Novels & Stories

Mishka asked, creasing her nose while Christian was looking at her calmly. “I agree, we don’t know each other. I agree we didn’t get a chance to know each other. I agree we are different from each other, but there is a thing in this world called Arranged Marriage. Why can’t we just get married normally and see where it goes?” She asked, holding her tears back, but her heart was pounding inside her chest thinking about her future and Leo’s illness. “Because I don’t want to complicate my life. I don’t love you and I don’t want to marry you,” Christian spat in a high pitch, but then he composed himself.

I asked as I stroked a few strands of my hair behind my ear. “Oh yes. Aria! Oh my goodness!” He said. Jerome hasn't changed much since high school, he was my very good friend back in school. “Where have you been? After high school, you just disappeared like that. I reached out to your mom a year ago, and she told me you got married” He got a seat for the both of us. “ It was an arranged marriage, but now I'm divorced” I smiled weakly. We gisted a lot as we tried to catch up, then we exchanged contacts. It was getting late, we promised to check up on each other then he helped me get Anna into the car as I drove off.

She turned to face the small gathering that had assembled around us, Harold, Sarah, Peter, my father, enough of an audience that I understood, immediately, this wasn't meant to be private. "A year ago," my mother said, her voice carrying easily, "I helped arrange a marriage I believed, at the time, was simply a sensible business decision for both our families. I want everyone here to understand something I've only recently come to understand myself. Whatever began as an arrangement has become something else entirely, chosen freely, fought for honestly, by two people who owe nothing to any deal their families once struck on their behalf." I felt Anna's hand find mine, and I turned to look at

BILLIONAIRE'S EX-WIFE HAS A SON (BOOK 2 OF ARRANGED MARRIAGE WITH MY EX-BOYFRIEND'S BROTHER) SYNOPSIS Years ago, the naked picture of a fashion model spread on the internet, tarnishing her image. She lost many contracts and was on the verge of losing her company—but her father hurried to her aid by arranging a marriage for her with one of the multi–trillionaires in the country, the son of his old friend.

I expected this already anyways. "Alright, Grandpa," I answered, bracing myself for the inevitable introduction to a woman chosen by my family, not by my heart. People say arranged marriages are like a plan for a steady life. No messy emotions, just a logical decision based on tradition and family advice. It might not have the intense passion we associate with love, but is that a fair exchange for a stable and predictable life? If I follow my grandfather's choice, my life would be straightforward. No heartbreaks, no one-sided love, just following tradition without the need for big romantic gestures or dramatic love stories – just quietly accepting the path set for me.

I scanned the papers again and my eyes caught the pro's and con’s of the marriage I was getting myself into. I would rather not get married to him! My freedom, I had to find my way of leaving this hell of a prison, and yet, I was getting myself into a marriage. A contract Marriage at that. “Will you just stare and not sign those darn papers? I gave you what you wanted, and you would give me mine.” His thunderous voice filled that silence that had come in between. I was getting married to a blind cold man. How was I supposed to cope? My eyes caught one out of the several lines that were listed for me.

she told Everlee as she spun around to face her. "What?!" Everlee said frighteningly. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "An arranged marriage," Everlee repeated Paris nodded smiling. Everlee didn't like the idea of it. Before she could tell her that this was not a good thing to do. Her bedroom door opened. It was Mrs. Poppy. "You need to get ready now before they reach here," said Mrs. Poppy. "I'll see you after dinner," Paris told Everlee running off to her room.

she said. I am devastated after listening to her issues. We are both dealing with the most tough challenge of our lives, one that we do not know how to overcome. I feel very bad for her, but also for myself because my lover left me and my novel was rejected. I’m not sure what to do anymore, but one thing is certain: I was interested in helping this woman. Arranged marriages are common among wealthy families, for circumstances I don’t understand. Some claim they do it for the sake of their business and money, and I had never seen it in real life until I met this woman, who became engaged to the most cruel man.

"I've been facing an internal struggle. As the wedding day approaches, I find myself questioning whether or not I should marry this bride chosen by my father." Nicolau watched me carefully, understanding the seriousness of the situation. "Alexandre, I understand your feelings. Political marriages can be difficult, especially when our hearts are involved in another direction." I nodded, the gratitude for your understanding visible in my eyes. "It's true, Nicolau. Since I met the protagonist, my heart has been taken by feelings that I have never experienced before. It awakens a passion and a joy in me that I never imagined possible." Nicholas remained silent for a moment, pondering my words. F

“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.”