Romans & histoires The Arranged Bride

It was a marriage for convenience, alright. I never wanted this from the very start but I was left with no choice. It was actually a promised wedding that was supposed to be between the descendants of my grandfather and his best friend Buenvenido Hernandez. Since the two were both blessed with only children and both were sons, they decided to pass the agreement to their grandchildren. When Don Buenvenido Hernandez passed away, my grandfather voided the agreement and never tried to insist on the arranged marriage, since his dear friend was gone. But when Don Gerardo Hernandez’s company got into serious financial trouble, he used that old agreement to ask for help from my grandpa. Pleased, my

My wedding to Alpha Kai, the man who didn't even like me, he couldn't stand me. The thought alone made my stomach twist so violently I had to sit on the edge of the bed for a moment, pressing a hand to my abdomen and breathing slowly. I wasn’t nervous because I loved him, no. That would have been easier. Softer. I was nervous because I had no idea what I was stepping into. A marriage arranged by my father. A bond forged from necessity, politics, pack expectations, not affection. Not want. Not love. I inhaled slowly and forced myself to stand up. A group of pack women arrived soon after, the stylists, the seamstresses, people tasked with preparing the Alpha’s bride.

he claimed. Wendy sat back in her chair and gave her grandson a puzzled look. “Let’s not go throwing stones,” she told him. “You both used this arranged marriage to your own advantage. You seem to forget the fact that I know you very, very well, Alexander. I know that you’d frightened off the first two women that the Alpha King had tried to set you up with. For years you’d been telling me that you have no use for a wife, yet you agreed to go through the wedding when it happened. Why?”

“You think moving the date up, bleeding me dry with pointless extravagance, plastering our wedding across every gossip column in the supernatural world is going to change anything? News flash, Venita, it won’t make me love you. Heck, it won't even make me like you.” Venita’s gasp broke through the wood between us, brittle and sharp. My throat tightened. “This is an arranged marriage,” Stephan continued, every word a lash. “A transaction. An alliance. Nothing more. That’s all it ever was.” I winced. God, even for Stephan, that was brutal. “Stephan…” Venita’s voice cracked, breaking down into something fragile. “You don’t mean that.” “Oh, I do.” His tone was ice. “I’ve never been clearer in my

But she has no choice but to abide by her father's words. That's what women brought up in the Bratva are mostly used for. They are nothing but a tool used for peace alliances, and that's why arranged marriages are very common in our world. The person I love is Adrian. Fuck I do! But I refrained from telling him that night on our date because I already knew that Dmitri was going to make this announcement. It would only make things more complicated than this. I have a lot of explanations to give to everyone, but I have things under control. I'm going to deal with everything in the right way.

They couldn’t believe they took so much care of her so she would marry a man like Louis Didier! But it was far too late to withdraw from the arrangement. Her father’s words would have become nothing if this one was broken. Louis Didier soon hastened them through the disbursement of the bride token, which decided the arrangement. Agreement had been previously arranged that there would be no dowry and Louis would pay a bride token for her.

The site was sleek, minimal, exclusive: THE ARRANGEMENT - Where exceptional beauty meets extraordinary wealth. She entered the access code, and a video began playing. A distinguished older man in an expensive suit spoke directly to the camera: "Congratulations on receiving your invitation. THE ARRANGEMENT is an exclusive auction where carefully vetted young women are offered six-month contracts to exceptional men. These arrangements are consensual, legal, and extraordinarily lucrative. Winning bids typically range from $500,000 to $2 million for six months of exclusive companionship."

He didn't growl, he simply observed. The meeting dragged on. I listened half-heartedly until their bickering became a headache. I raised a hand, silencing them mid-sentence. “You all know this is an arranged marriage, right?” I said calmly. They nodded, one after the other. “Then let’s be clear,” I continued. “This won’t be a full-blown fairytale. Handle the dowry, perform the rites, and we’ll have a private court ceremony. No spectacle. Just her, me, and Draven as witness.”

Just as they had meant to. “Why do you think we suggested an arranged marriage? Despite the fact, we believed he had not been searching for a partner, so we were unaware of you. But we also believed a girl not close to him would be a better fit. Then a girl would not know a different side to him… a better side. This would be the only Zaine she would know. There would be nothing to adjust to. We would select a bride suitable to accept him. Capable of dealing with this side of him without hesitation nor struggle.” Alpha Zeke added, before stepping from the room, leaving Zaine and me alone in nothing but an awkward silence. I mean, was there anything to say after hearing that? Zaine must be str

"It's not like she's just going to accept without questioning about your desire to marry her. This can imply numerous political and governmental issues. It's almost a kidnapping. "I'm doing everything in a cool way," I spoke at the same time, because that discussion about me kidnapping people for a wedding to which the bride didn't even know she was invited had already appeared on our lunch break, when we hadn't even boarded the ship yet. "Furthermore, I know the history of Miss Gomes, her tastes, and her difficulties in fitting the standard that the Danish people expect from their duchess. But she is also an intelligent, understanding woman. I'm sure I'm on the right track.