Novel & Cerita What Does Arranged Marriage Mean

He sighed yet again and gingerly stroked his trimmed blonde beard, “I don’t want to force you into this marriage but you will give a chance to this. If you still feel you don’t want to be with your fiancé. I will let you walk out of it and arrange another marriage for you.” ‘Arrange another marriage’ meaning the marriage will be in any way of his own consent. Either way, it was not my concern, I would leave before the marriage. What was in my favor was less drama. So I shrugged and grumbled, “Okay.” Now I just have to make sure that I am despised by the supposed betrothed. If he already hates me then when I disappear he will sing ‘Hallelujah!’ and go on his merry way.

"I'meeting him soon though." I stared at her, processing this information. Arranged marriage. In this day and age. It seemed so old-fashioned, so unfair. "Don't look at me like that," Jessica said with a small laugh. "It's normal here. Most Alpha families arrange marriages to strengthen alliances between packs. It's just how things work." Before I could type out another response, Jeremy's voice called up the stairs. "Jessica! Kaira! Your car is here!" Jessica stood up, smoothing down her dress. "Come on. Let's go show everyone how gorgeous we look."

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.

I told him. "It is not that simple, Irina." He replied and I felt someone just stabbed me. He is not over her yet. She can still have a chance in his life though. It is not like we live with each other, after all. "Yeah, it is not that simple." I repeated his words. It is an arranged marriage after all. We arranged to marry each other, so what did I expect from this? "Are you okay?" He asked me. "I am." He cupped my face and made me face him.

"An arranged marriage to expand their business?" Nate nodded his head and looked at him, "Yes, they are really determined to do this arrangement." "We need to do the arrangement with Marianne before the Lao's," Nate nodded his head with a smile. "Alright."

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."

I understand how he and Xavier are so close. “So you and Xavier. How did that happen?” he asks, genuinely interested. “Well, our parents agreed on an arranged marriage. We are both two powerful mafias and they wanted to unite us to make us even more powerful. The money would be better for the both of us too. I’m guessing Xavier didn’t tell you guys?” I say. “He doesn’t really share his private life with us. He’s a good friend though.” He says, keeping his eyes on the road.

It's beyond damage! "It's an arranged marriage. I need to do this for my family." He spits out. Mental blink! Arranged what!? What sort of a preposterous absurdity is this? Arranged marriage?! I thought those ridiculous things used to happen back in the 17th era. During the times of our fore-ancestors. We are in the 21st century for God's sake! Who in this era would be this old-school to come up with such insanities? And what straight man in this era would agree to be bound by such a ridiculous thing?

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

ARRANGED MARRIAGE: A marriage born out of a business arrangement where both parties aim to benefit from the other. Adam asked me to have dinner with him. But I knew my cousin better. He only invited me over for dinner to either drop a bomb on my head or he’d touch base on what’s going on with the business. So even though it was casual, I was ready with the figures in my head, just in case he asks. “Business is good?” he asked casually.