Predestined Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

He shook his head slowly, looking at his sister with a mixture of pity and disbelief, “Let me let you in on a little secret, baby sis. In the James family, marriage is a life sentence. Preston is tied to that woman forever. Please don't waste your life waiting for a door that will never open. He will never be yours.” His sister stood her ground, her chin tilting upward as she met her brother’s icy stare with a flare of indignation, and she retorted, "You are lying, Big Brother. I just spoke to Preston; he told me that the moment I agree to register our marriage, he will annul that sham of a marriage. You and Grandpa can talk about alliances all you want, but you don't get to decide who is wo

Diego clutched the ring pillow while he stared at his sister like she was made of pixie dust. “Are you alright?” Jennie asked behind her, adjusting the veil and making sure her best friend was perfect. Gabriela hesitated to answer that question, she began to think that maybe getting married to her Boss wasn't a good idea, but it was too late, she was already there. “Yes, I'm alright” Gabriela answered, with a weak, subtle smile. The sound of the violin quietly came to an end and a melodious slow music began, that was her cue to start walking down the aisle.

[ Adeline ] A marriage for some people is a union between two lovers who wants to spend their lives together. For people like I and Arthur, it is a diversion in order to attain a prize. "So, this is true?" I glanced down on the papers, the black ink on white papers were mocking on my fate. "I guess, it is. Addison is pregnant and I do not want my child to born a bastard. I must marry her before the end of this month and it can't happen until you sign these papers of marriage annulment

"You will be in it for the money. See him as a bank and the money he'd give you as a loan. He needs you for his own personal reasons and you need him. You're both using each other Lila, nothing is wrong with that." Lila shook her head at that. "Everything is wrong with it Ema." She said as he sat down on the couch. "I have dreamt of my marriage since I was a little girl. My husband would be madly in love with me and he'd be willing to worship the floor I walked on. And my children? I dreamt of having a lot of them. And some pets, a few dogs and a cat that would be the Queen of our house. A contract marriage is the complete opposite of that dream. Ema, I just can't."

Emily promised herself with determination as she watched Calvin's figure disappear from her sight. Repeatedly mentioning God in her heart, Emily packed her clothes and personal belongings into her backpack. She had no intention of playing games with the sanctity of marriage, even though their union lacked love. Emily hoped their marriage would progress normally and naturally. She thought that their time together would eventually nurture mutual love. However, the reality was different, and she had to accept the pain, even on the first day of their marriage.

When Jericho and Preston reached the altar, Jericho grabbed Preston's hand and unhooked his arm before placing his hand on mine "Who gives this man away o be married?" The officiant, aka Nick, asked. Nick had offered to marry us as a way of remembering his two fallen friends, Jessie and Princeton, who were also Preston's parents. Preston had cried and nodded agreeing without even asking me for my opinion but who was I to deny my future husband such luxury? I just smiled and nodded my agreement when Nick had looked over Preston's shoulders with questioning eyes. In a way I was glad that Nick was the one marrying us because it made us feel a lot closer to both Princeton and Jessie.

Unfortunately, she had kept her face tense, as if she was dissatisfied with the engagement. I was afraid she would refuse it. So I immediately prepared a divorce agreement set three years later. I told her that both families had decided on the marriage. Even if she wasn’t satisfied, she had to accept it for now. After three years, we would separate. That was why I handed it to her in advance. Nevertheless, I played a small trick. I deliberately made the safe damp, blurring the text on the agreement. Three years later, she would still be mine. Elena said she wanted to treat me to dinner. I deliberately chose the same restaurant Clara had mentioned yesterday, planning to pack her favorite dish

“Temporarily. But I always stay three steps ahead.” Elara blinked. “You’re impossible.” “Maybe.” He reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “But I think we might just survive this—together.” Elara’s heart fluttered at his words. She realized then that this marriage—started by mistake, forged by necessity—was becoming something more. Something neither of them had expected, yet impossible to ignore. Outside, the last rays of sunlight spilled across the garden, casting golden light into the room. And in that light, Elara felt a quiet certainty. No matter the scandal, the secrets, the threats—Adrian had chosen her. And she would fight to stay by his side.

Her midsection was growing. Dante had said Catalina melted Dario’s hardened heart. After Josie’s death, Dario had shut down, striving only to become capo. Watching the two of them dance, chat, and smile gave me hope. Not all arranged marriages were hell. Dario and Catalina were an example of that. As I looked up at my new husband, he turned toward me, and without the cheers of the guests, he craned his neck until his strong lips brushed over mine.

Dominick approached, walking closer. "She's scheduled to marry Ernesto Satori in two days. It seems to be an arranged marriage, and it came together quite quickly. The union will bring significant wealth, and the connections are almost as valuable as the money." "As I've said, the man is nothing but a despicable individual," Aleksei growled. "Damn. That's perfect," Lorenzo muttered quietly.