Romance Books About Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

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.

This impossible, devastating, completely fucked-up moment where I realize that the arranged marriage I’ve been dreading might actually be to the one person I’ve wanted all along. But wanted on my terms. Not like this. Not as some corporate merger disguised as romance, orchestrated by people who think love is a line item on a balance sheet. He was supposed to be my choice, not my assignment. The blood drains from my face like someone just opened a valve and let all my hopes leak out onto Le Vieux Château’s marble floors. Because this changes everything. And absolutely nothing. I’m still trapped. Still being traded like property. Still walking into a marriage that’s more about quarterly projec

"My grandfather is orchestrating our marriage to secure a business deal and for my ailing grandmother. They hold the belief that if the eldest grandson marries first, it will heal any sickness. However, I refuse to marry her, and you will make this fact known to them." Never had I been so confounded. Abruptly, the myriad of stories and novels I had read swarmed my thoughts, the idea of an arranged marriage between two mighty conglomerates overwhelming me, casting me as the antagonist in their narrative.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

I repeated, almost under my breath, like the words didn’t quite land. “Yes, you!” he stepped closer, his eyes locking on mine. “Five years, Damien. Five good years. Where was she? Where did she go? You stayed back and fixed everything she left behind. You fought for her company when it was sinking. You carried that weight alone like a fool in love. What were you supposed to do? Let everything burn because of an arranged marriage?” The word arranged sat there between us, heavy, complicated. Because that was how it started but that wasn’t what it became.

Clear my head after I’d spent the last few years studying. It was crazy how badly the tables had turned. *** After an hour of driving, we arrived at the wedding dress store. “Marcello already ordered a dress of his preference and choosing to the store,” Aurora explained. “Try it on, so that we can check the measurements, to see if it will fit you properly.” “Okay,” I mumbled. We made our way into the shop. “Hi, Aurora,” the store manager waved. “Hello Zara.” She nodded towards me. “Follow me.”

, I tried to assure her; more like telling her to get the hell out, I've heard enough. " Sir, it's easier said than done. You have to do it", she said, unable to read the air in the room and if I wasn't such a patient human being, she would've joined her friend in doing those menial jobs without my company having to fall apart or go bankrupt. " Look sir, it is very easy. You just have to let the yang energy take over you so that you can connect with the yin and have a wonderful love life with your husband; now that I think about it, my husband's last name is Yang", she laughed hysterically, sounding so much like those background laughter in comedy series - and hei, I just noticed too; her hu

Morozov had been calling up Roman’s phone as usual, Over the last two days, whenever Roman had talked to him, he’d dragged me into his lap and stroked my hair, which seemed to soothe him a bit. That close, I could hear Morozov yelling in Russian, sounding enraged. Roman would talk to him in a calm voice, trying to calm the present mafia head. “He is getting old but doesn't want to give up,” Roman said. I tucked my boots under me on the couch. “How did Haley meet her beloved?” “Her family and my family are friends so she's getting married to my mentor’s son.” “It was obviously an arranged marriage , in my part of the world it is very common, but being in affliction with my family boasted up t

I said opening the fridge to get a bottle of water. "Hmmm." She said nodding. It was weird. ~•~ "Why did you marry her though?" Elena asked running her fingers down my arm as I helped her take her drugs. She had insisted she wouldn't let anyone attend to her except me. "It's complicated, I'm not sure you would want to hear it." I said in a bid to change the topic. "I want to hear everything." She said adamantly. "So here it goes, my uncle was supposed to marry her or something like that but on his dying bed, he insisted I do it on his place."

“Yes, he knew! And no, he didn’t try to save me because he gave me to Wesley!” Joker freezes, his eyes wide with shock. “He... what?” “Our marriage was arranged, Joker. It wasn’t real. He hated that I tried to leave, hated that I took the kids with me. So, he gave me to Wesley to get rid of me and keep the kids.” Joker’s face contorts with fury. “Ya have kids?” I nod slowly. “Yes.” Joker’s voice lowers, filled with a cold rage. “And ya want to go back to him? To the man who gave ya away?”