Romance Novels About Arranged Marriages 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.

She was so beautiful, much more than he was actually expecting. However, he recalled the circumstances surrounding the marriage and that was enough to get him angry once again. Dylan had always hated fiesty women. Not only were they do much trouble, but they brought out the worst in him. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, his bride turned out to be everything he never wanted.

And the deep, gravelly voice responding to her belonged to Rocco. "You need to tell her the truth, Rocco," Bianca whispered urgently. "She thinks you hate her. She’s destroying herself with those books, ignoring everyone. Lorenzo is losing his mind because she dumped him." "It’s better this way," Rocco’s voice vibrated through the bookshelves, sending an unwanted shiver down my spine. "Elena and I... it’s an arranged marriage set up by our fathers. It has nothing to do with affection. It’s an alliance for the underworld. We get married after college, and that’s the end of it."

"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."

He said admiring the outside view of my balcony. "Ya it is". I uttered. "So Nisha you are a lecture right". He asked, crossing his arms against his chest showing his biceps. "Yes.. I am ". I replied stuttering. Nisha what happened to you. "Nisha relax. I am also nervous like you but please be comfortable ok". I nodded and smiled at him. "Um, can I ask you something ?". I asked after gaining some courage. "Ya of course". He replied. "Uh, why did you agree to an arranged marriage? I mean you are good looking, educated, rich, and have a reputed job. So you will get any girl right". I finally asked with some hesitation.

Just when Eva and Lucian’s arranged marriage was starting to feel less cold, trouble showed up at the worst possible moment. The Thorne charity gala was a big event a night full of rich people and fancy speeches. For Lucian, it was a way to show off his power and prove he was happily married. For Eva, it was just another night she had to pretend to be the perfect wife. She wore a beautiful dress that Lucian’s stylist picked out, and her smile was perfect but it didn’t reach her eyes.

Auden is quiet and just keeps nodding and agreeing with whatever his Dad tells him. It was business, after all, so we also got married because of our parents’ companies. We're now eating our brunch. We haven't eaten breakfast well before. Her Daddy and Mommy were at the table with us. They look so sweet and delicate with each other. But as far as I know, they are also just victims of the 'Arrange-marriage concept'. I wonder how everything turned out like this. His father turned his gaze to me. "How's things working for both of you? Do you need anything?" he asked. He looked at Auden and me while waiting for an answer.

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."

RACHEL’S POV “What did you do?” Leo asked, his tone platonic but I could sense the underlying annoyance in his voice. “I did what I could. If we both act as a married couple for just 100 days, then Max Zenin will either invest in my company or yours at the end of it,” I said, folding my arms defensively. I had hoped he would understand, but his expression told me otherwise.

And that was getting married and having a family of my own. I didn’t care to find love, I knew that love didn’t exist for criminals like me. I would happily have an arranged marriage and just get on with my life, and try my best to stop sleeping with whores. I’d been fucking broads countlessly these past few years, but it didn’t bring me happiness. No matter how big their tits were, no matter how round their ass was. All it did was give me a temporary high, and then I’d be back to feeling like complete and utter shit the next morning.