Online Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

I asked her “No I’m not sir, can I leave now?” she asked me, looking frustrated. “ you can leave,” I said and watched as she left my office. I'll marry her, I have to even if I have to kidnap her mother. I'll do that. I called my lawyer to draft a marriage contract based on my terms and have it delivered tomorrow. I don't have time, Tom would be getting married in less than a week and I have to get married before him.

also Nancy can't believe what I've said. I sighed and wiped my mouth with a table napkin then looked at them. "I have no other choice so I accept it, there is nothing to lose since we talked and we both agreed to our setup if we ever get married." "We?!" Cedy's eyes widened again. "Meaning, have you met, faced, and talked to the man that Uncle Raul was trying to negotiate with you before?" Nancy couldn't believe it either at that time. "Really? Do I have to repeat it again and again, huh? I said, yes, yes, and yes. And yeah, I got my business marriage soon. It's purely business. Get it?" I raised my eyebrows in response to the repeated questions of my two best friends.

Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age. I was an exception only because my parents were dead, so there was no one who could arrange my marriage other than Damon. Who had other important things to work on at that time, rather than looking for a guy to marry me, which gave me a little extra time than other women. But it came to an end when a war broke out between Cosa Nostra and the American mafia which made Cosa Nostra seek out Bratava for help and which eventually led to me marrying Alex, which scared me.

I was the strange woman who broke the romance. “Your Grace, don't be sad. They only have an oral marriage contract, and there is no formal document signed. You know that in our country, an oral marriage contract has no legal effect.” I tried to act like I didn't care. I didn't want Amy to see that I was upset.

Delmour's voice rang with concern. "I don't effing care, Mom! You and Dad claim to love me more, but you both still went ahead and got that little brat married before me, and not just to anyone, but to that fine piece of human meat," Olivia shouted in frustration. She had been holding onto this resentment for far too long. Mrs. Delmour shook her head, struggling to understand her daughter's frustration. "Baby, it's an arranged marriage, and your dad and I will find you someone more attractive as a husband, so don't worry, okay? We've got everything sorted out for you already."

Aileen slammed her identification documents onto the counter with her chin raised high. “We’re here to get married.” I placed my ID and registry beside hers. The clerk was a middle-aged woman with glasses. Her gaze flicked from Aileen to me, analyzing us both. Her expression turned strange. “Are you two certain you want to register for marriage?" “Yes! Absolutely!” Aileen snapped. “Hurry up, the whole internet is watching!” She shoved her phone toward the clerk. “Ma’am, please move faster. Let’s not miss the auspicious timing.”

“Except dating. I can’t have my wife dating other men.” “And you won’t see other women.” She said it like a statement, not a question. “Aye, you’ll be my moon and stars, lass.” “I don’t see how we’re going to do this today. We need a license, an officiant.” I placed the envelope on the table. “Taken care of.” She opened the flap and pulled out the marriage license I’d applied for, both of our names already written down. “Are you serious? You knew I’d say yes?”

she says as I smile at Bentley. She waved at me with a big smile on her face and Mara puts her in her walker as we talk. "Good morning, boys. You guys ready to start the day?" Mara says, grabbing her coffee and kissing Z. "I mean, hell, I have to be. I'm getting married in six hours. Knowing my wife, she's probably been up since seven." I say, taking a sip of my coffee. Suddenly my phone rings. A smile paints onto my face as I answer.

This isn't just a marriage, it's a business plan. Shit! How can I be happy to see Angga this time? He seems so proud to have me. I've come to doubt his declaration of love. He needs me? Oh, God .... Why is everyone so unbelievable? "Do you want to go straight home or see Uncle Erlan's gift?" Angga led me out of the embassy. Our marriage was just a matter of registered papers with the lawyers taking care of the rest. I just needed to sign without a prenuptial agreement.

"It's real, you actually did it." "I said I would." I folded the contract. "Now we need to make it legal." "What?" She looked up. "We already signed." "That's the contract, now we need the marriage ceremony." I looked at Marcus. "You're ordained aren't you?" "I got ordained online five years ago to marry my sister." Marcus shook his head. "But I'm not marrying you two, this is insane." "But you can legally perform a marriage?" "Technically yes but—" "Then do it." I looked at Elena who was drinking more vodka. "Unless you want to back out?"