Novels About Arranged Marriages Novels & Stories

"The talking, the patience and acting like any of this means something to you. What are you doing." I considered the question properly before I answered. "It does mean something to me." She looked at me like I had said something in a language she did not speak. "I agreed to this marriage," I said. "Not because I was forced but because I wanted to. And I am not going to pretend otherwise just because it makes you more comfortable." "Well it does not mean anything to me," she said flatly. "I agreed because my father threatened to give my throne to my cousin and I had no other choice. That is it. That is all this is."

And deep down, I knew something was off. Barry wanted this marriage too much. My mother looked haunted. And the Kingstons…..they didn’t need us. But they wanted me. Why? This whole getting married is so sudden and strange. I mean who still does arranged marriage in this century? A few minutes ago I was excited about finishing my second book and submitting it to the editors and publishers. And now I find myself in this mess. Why does God hate me? Why has the universe decided to punish me? I didn’t have answers to any of my questions, but

"Don't try to act all smart. There's one thing you need to know. You've got the bad ass. It's either you opt out now or never. You can still be saved or you'll be in a bondage your entire life." "Do you think I want to do this?!" I asked in a slight yell. "Then opt out. Stop being pretentious. I didn't believe any lady could agree to an arranged marriage. I thought all ladies sought love. I totally forgot that ladies are money searchers. But still, they appreciate love with money. That's why you're unique." He avowed. "You've got it all wrong. He shrugged and walked past me, heading to the door. "I'll pick you up tomorrow so you can get your stuffs."

This is my first time here. "No, I'm not." Still, I answered nicely. "I'm here to find someone since he didn't show up to our date, yesterday." And that someone is your friend. "Is he your boyfriend? " She asked. "No. Well...he is my fiance. But we never met nor we dated before. Both our parents arranged the marriage for us. Yesterday is supposed to be our first date, but he didn't show up because he said he has a match." I said with a sad and disappointed tone.

Well my father is wealthy, actually my mother is also from a wealthy family, they had an arranged marriage maybe that's why she keeps pressuring me, I think to myself. "Please don't tell me you agree with her." I say. "I'm not exactly a romantic, so I don't think arranged marriages are so bad. Most marriages end in divorce because people choose wrong. They have no idea what to look for in a partner, what kind of relationship will last for fifty years. They think with their emotions rather than logic, so they marry for all the wrong reasons. By finding a suitable partner that checks off all the boxes, you eliminate all of that." Lucas explains.

and she nodded. “I think so. He will not be happy with me. There was talks of an Alpha overseas they wanted to marry me off to.” I shook my head in disbelief. It frustrated me that some packs still did that, marrying their kids off, usually for money or for things to benefit their packs. I could not imagine doing that to my daughter. I am just glad that this wasn't going to be something that affected another of my sons. Losing his fated mate to an arranged marriage. It was bad enough that Kai was suffering because of a similar situation.

She said, and I sighed, choosing not to say a word for second. “Our marriage is not less than any other successful one that happened before. While yes, it is one that is arranged, I doubt that you should be ignoring the fact that most big families, mafia families, and royalties have arranged marriages.” I said, and she raised an amused eyebrow. “Especially when in our position.” “I doubt that you realize that this is the twenty-first century where most are allowed to choose the person to be with.” “Not when they are in a position like ours.” I said, and she looked away. “Our place comes with a darkness, and you know how difficult it can be to maintain it without getting lost in it. One mista

The potential clients who could have made her rise above the second best were all taken by Aaron. She was enraged by the thought of him, and here she was about to marry him. It sounded ridiculous to her, at the same time she also didn’t see it like a bad idea, all she had to do was get married to the richest man in the country, the man she hated so much and divorce him later on, not like she will fall in love or anything. The problem was that she hated being controlled by her parents. Every aspect of her life had been written by them, what she ate, what she drank, and who she made friends with. Every single aspect of her life and they they still got to choose who she got married to.

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.