Romance About Arranged Marriages Novels & Stories

I understand how he and Xavier are so close. “So you and Xavier. How did that happen?” he asks, genuinely interested. “Well, our parents agreed on an arranged marriage. We are both two powerful mafias and they wanted to unite us to make us even more powerful. The money would be better for the both of us too. I’m guessing Xavier didn’t tell you guys?” I say. “He doesn’t really share his private life with us. He’s a good friend though.” He says, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Could it be arranged marriage?” “Arranged marriage where the bride is ecstatic as that? The romance novels I read did not say that. They always say…” “That they hate the male lead and later fall in love?” Ash cut in and I scoffed. “You refused to read the one I gave you.” I said and she sighed. “Anyway, we finished it yesterday and it will be happening tomorrow. The marriage I mean.” I said and she nodded her head. As soon as I was done wearing my necklace, I turned around to look at Ash. “What are you planning to do?” I asked her.

“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?”

Paris lowered her head recollecting everyone who used to bully her at a younger age because she was the only one with bright red hair and a face filled with freckles. "You've found out why you've thought of yourself ugly now right?" Archer inquired Paris seeing the sad expression on her face Paris slowly nodded. "I will marry you," Paris heard Archer. Her eyes went to him quickly. "However, I will tell you the true reason why I'm marrying you since you were truthful to me, and I want you to know the type of arranged marriage you're in for.” Paris nodded curiously to know what he was about to tell her. "I don't believe in love not after what my mom did to my dad," Archer told Paris.

"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."

“Why, Rymalene? You look bothered.” “Bestie, I'm getting married soon.” “Then why are you sad?!” She swallowed audibly, “It’s an arranged marriage. Haha, but lucky me he’s handsome. We’ll get to have cute babies. “ Her fiancé suddenly turned to us. Hmmm. Yes, he’s handsome, but shouldn’t marriage be founded on love? I just realized she had left without even saying goodbye. Tsk. Arranged marriage, huh? Crazy. It’s like a scratch sweepstake where you rub a paper and god knows whether you win or not. But I hoped they’d live a happy marriage life.

Glancing down at my Rolex,, I realize I have about five hours before my yearly date with my intended bride. Antonia and I have had an arranged marriage since I was four and she was nothing more than a fetus in her mom’s belly. Arranged marriages are nothing new in the underworld especially when it comes to treaties. That was the case for me and Antonia or Toni as she prefers to be called. Our marriage solidifies the alliance with the Russians and Italian mafias, who also have an alliance with the Irish, which was a different arranged marriage long before Toni and I were arranged to be married.

A time when he would realize he had made a mistake and beg to take me back. Those were teenage fantasies that had died long ago, though. Even now that we were pledged to be married, I didn’t find myself wishing for him to apologize or love me again. I was curious about him, and I wanted a happy life, but love didn’t need to be a part of it. This was an arranged marriage—emphasis on “arranged.” We weren’t choosing each other; we were choosing our packs.

"What kind of bullshit? That is the most ridiculous sentence I've ever heard in my entire life." Irene frowned as she turned to face Noah, who was still focused on driving "Just so you know, you and I are not the only ones who got married as a result of an arranged marriage in this world. I've read many stories about arranged marriages, and many of them ended up falling in love and growing old together." Noah laughed again, "But that won't happen in our relationship," he said as he came to a stop in front of the Irene Company. "That's good because I hope so as well." As she got out of the car, Irene said.

"Wait a minute." I nodded, looking at him as he stepped to the quieter side of the room, while I shifted my gaze to the wine bottle within arm's reach. After no one was around me, I felt stressed again. I was getting married, having children, and most likely not being able to continue my college education, which was only in the process of passing three semesters. Then, my childhood friend put me in that situation. Everything was a mess. I already knew that arranged marriages were less about love and more about the interests of the bride and groom's respective families, so the personal feelings of the bride and groom were less of a consideration.