The Arranged Bride Novels & Stories

I replied. She thought for a moment, then smiled. "Oh that. So you and Bryan used to have an arranged marriage with his Dad. And your Dad also agreed." said her. betrothed? Is it still the age of arranged marriages like that? "What? But, why did Dad agree? I mean, were you really close with Bryan's Dad?" I asked.

It is a contract marriage and I am now a bought bride, in blood and wealth. Anesha Escarrá.

My arm still tingled where he’d gripped it earlier. My father followed a few steps behind. I stood there, in my white dress, that suddenly felt like a curse. My hair fell loose over my shoulders - the way Mom liked. The thought of her seeing me like this broke my heart all over again. “Let’s get this over with,” Brad said, his tone light and almost cheerful. The officiant hesitated, glancing briefly at me, then at my father. “Is this… an arranged marriage?” Brad's smile didn’t reach his eyes. “What we got is a mutual understanding.”

After all Becky was an ex model that still loved her fashion and out-shoned everyone on almost every occasion. But what Becky never possessed was the arrogance with which this woman carried herself. Like she was above everyone here. I might be here just because my brother dearest helped me with expanses, but since then I managed to make some major improvements for myself. We will come back to this a bit later. So back to the story. She approached me, looking down on me, insulting me just with her look. But then she had to open her mouth and shit on my parade. She told me William JUNIOR (!!!) had an arranged marriage. Yes you guessed correctly. She was his bride to be.

“this ball will have August Dereon, the country’s most eligible bachelor, present and rumour is he’ll be choosing a bride! Who could be more ideal than my lovely daughter?” Elizabeth looked at her mother in surprise. “An arranged marriage? Is that not a little medieval, mother?” She said incredulously as she shook her head, not believing what she was learning. Of all the underhanded things her mother has put her through in the past, this was by far the lowest. Attempting to marry her off for personal gain!

Callum's POV “You’ve got to be kidding me, this can't be true.” I muttered under my breath as my mother announced, “Callum, you're meeting your bride earlier than planned. She's arriving tonight.” I became furious, wondering who could be the bride she was referring to; this whole arranged marriage was already a nightmare. And now, they were speeding it up? “I don't want to meet her tonight,” I said flatly, glaring at my mother. “You don't have a choice, Callum. This is for the family, and you’ve to comply with our decisions.” She said with that stern tone she always used to get her way.

So, he nicely turned them down. "I am so sorry, Madame. But Miss Andy said that no one can check the gown." "Uhh, what kind of gown did she choose? Something like Gothic style?" Kathleen asked. Damien looked at her for a while, pauses and it took a while for him to react. "Honey, I don't design gothic styles." Damien told. "Besides, I am loyal to the brides. Not to the people who would check on their gowns. No offense but—you aren't going to wear the gown but the bride." He smiled at them forcefully.

She'd already decided I belonged to her, that our families' expectations were the same as reality. This was exactly why I despised the entire concept of arranged marriages. Adriana saw me as a prize to be won, a position to be secured through family connections and social maneuvering. She had no interest in me as a person—only in the power and status that came with the Cavalieri name. The girl beneath me had gone completely still, her face flushed with embarrassment and terror at being discovered. I could see her struggling against the drug's effects, trying to regain enough composure to think clearly.

"For quite a while now, my darling, I've been meaning to ask you something." "What is it, Mom?" I wiped away my tears. "Is it true that... Adrien doesn't treat you well?" She inquired. "You can be honest with me, dear." Exchanging a silent glance with Kevin, who responded with a half shrug, I turned to face my mother. She was well aware of the details surrounding my arranged marriage to Adrien, even attempting to intervene before my father sealed the deal. However, I lied, claiming I willingly accepted the marriage to Adrien due to a longstanding liking for him, just to pacify her.

“Kriti, see, he’s the best groom and has the best family we’ve found for you in the last two years. This family is far better than any of the other proposals. We’ve researched them all, and I’m sure that you’ll be treated like a real princess in that house. They have everything, and Arnav…he’s a gem who’ll complement my golden daughter perfectly. Just trust me and try to brush off these doubts of yours.” I nodded looking into her eyes as I shook off the memories. We were married today in a traditional ceremony and here I was busy with a trail of thoughts. My eyes fell upon a cute, yellow flower pot on the nightstand and it pulled me back to the present. There was a large cupboard on the left