Novel & Cerita Wedding Night Stories Arranged Marriage

He began to recount his experiences in the past few months, and it all felt surreal. It still painted a vivid picture in his head; the day his parents called and informed him about his marriage. He had been so angry that he stomped out of his office in the middle of an important work and drove straight to his parents to ask what they meant by that. The next was on the altar. He had told his parents to perish the idea of his getting married and ran out of town, but a call from his father was enough to get him back to the house a night before the wedding. He met his bride for the first time on the altar, and her smile was dazzling. He was blown away by the red-haired , amber-eyed lady who smil

He was surprised when I remarked, "but I heard it was an arranged marriage? The one father planned when he had a drinking match with his friend." Well I am not surprised he knows about that arrangement for he got angry when he knew what grandfather did. "Yes, it was an arranged marriage, but my wife doesn't want to be disturbed since it's our break from work and she is still hesitant about meeting other people, uncle. This marriage was unexpected and she is still adapting to it," I said again. "I hope you understand uncle, but don't worry, I can put you up in one of my villas if you like," I said.

The only thing that they were guilty of was letting Arianna in to do whatever she wanted to Jared and left him to marry some wealthy old lord at the end of the day. “Look at us. Waiting for trays to take to our wives and talking about our feelings like we are at our parents age or something. Ken you have to stop doing this to me. I might be married but I am not old yet.” Jared clapped Ken’s shoulder as he took hold of the first try that the head cook returned with. “I will take this to my wife, you can take the next one to yours. We would be out of our rooms in time to see you off.” Jared said as Ken sighed.

, Bright sighed and spoke to his cat who was purring on the table. Bright was equally guilty about last night, perplexed at his own feelings and flustered at how weak he had been in front of them. He wanted to talk to Ash about it, sort it out so that they could go back to being contractually married to each other, living like strangers. Bright had grown accustomed to believing that he had a perfectly happy married life with a husband who he loved and who loved him back. He refused to believe the circumstances that had pulled him and Ash close again but he had found peace in their arrangement and all he wanted was that their marriage never ended.

What a self-centered and cold man. “I need to tell you something.” She looked at me, curious. “Tell me, tell me,” she repeatedly said. “But promise me to not shout or say something. Let me tell everything first.” She nodded. “Alright, I’m listening.” I nodded and take a deep breath. “Marcus and I made a deal.” She raised an eyebrow. “And then?” She asked. Oh, she did not get it. “What I mean is, our marriage is arrange. Like we made a deal, then boom, we got marry,” I explained. Her brow furrowed.

“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?”

Especially in the state my mind was currently in. "I thought you said I did mean something to you, though?" Lena asked in a muted tone as she tried to control her emotions. "That came out wrong," I admitted. "I just meant that the marriage was arranged. It's not like I actually proposed to you. It wasn't an emotional choice it was logical. “This marriage is and was completely controlled by the politics of our countries. And it is our duty, all emotion aside, to make sure we follow through with the promises that our father's made. Love and duty don't always go hand in hand. Sometimes you have to choose."

KELLAN’S POV I sat on the very edge of my bed. The quiet of this room slammed into me like it physically was. That framed wedding photo on my nightstand seemed to mock me, Olivia and I smiling at the camera, caught in that moment, in a bald-faced lie. In the very eyes that had been on mine, the eyes in the portrait, the eyes which on the last night late had looked at me at the sight of a word, the very same dumb petition, for an unrequitable something, sprang at me afresh. I hunched forward, elbows on my es, running a hand through my hair. It was a complete bloody sham of this marriage that I detested.

I was hoping he would ask me out soon enough and then this happens. What’s even more annoying is that this news has ruined my mood this morning. How do I tell Triss, my female best friend, that I'm about to venture into an arranged marriage without feeling embarrassed? “ Tess baby you know if I had the choice I wouldn't let this happen, I never wished for you my precious daughter to be in a loveless marriage but come to think of it, love would come in as time goes, “ My mom said sadly with a pleading tone.

"Reid is my husband, so what are you talking about?" "What I'm talking about is that you leave the room, because I am his legal wife while you're his arranged wife. You should be staying in the boy's quarters and not here." "Are you insane?" Anna shunned her, what gave her that guts? "I got married to him today, and we signed the marriage certificate as well." "Exactly to me too, he signed the certificate and stated that I'll pack in today. Your marriage is arranged, so don't be surprised that you'll be divorced soon." Lillian blurted, trying her best to irritate her.