Arranged Marriage Novels

Grace's engagement to Dillan Hayes was nothing but a cold business transaction to secure funding for her family's company. But when Dillan violently shoved her into a marble bar over his ex-girlfriend, leaving her bleeding, Grace didn't hesitate. She called 911, had her fiancé arrested on the spot, and broke off the engagement. Returning to the Albert estate, she expected chaos, but not absolute betrayal. Her family didn't care that she had just been physically assaulted. They were in a sheer panic because her cousin Ashly had just fled the country, abandoning a terrifying arranged marriage. The groom was Hudson Turner, a man known across Manhattan as a disgraced, violent psychopath, paralyzed from the waist down in a severe crash. To save themselves from the Turner family's wrath and financial ruin, Grace's aunt and father ordered her to take Ashly's place. "You eat from this family, you live in this house! It is time you paid us back!" Her father even threatened to freeze her bank accounts and faked a heart attack to force her compliance. For three years, Grace had single-handedly kept the family business afloat while they squandered the profits. Now, they were throwing her to a monster without a second thought, expecting her to rot as a crippled man's miserable nursemaid. But they picked the wrong sacrifice. Grace ruthlessly extorted a legal severance from her family, taking her shares and cutting all ties forever. She walked straight into Hudson Turner's private gallery to propose a mutually beneficial, cutthroat business marriage. However, when the prenuptial was signed, the "paralyzed" billionaire placed his hands on his wheelchair. Slowly, deliberately, Hudson stood up to his full, imposing height of six-foot-three. "The wheelchair is a necessary illusion for my enemies," Hudson stated calmly. "But it will never be an illusion between you and me."

Vespera Bryt is an Omega with a faint scent, a dangerous past, and skills that would make even trained killers think twice before crossing her. But when her family is threatened, her abilities cannot protect the person she loves most: her sister, Mira. Then Seraphine Bryt disappears before her arranged marriage to Kael Draven, a billionaire Alpha whose power and reputation make him one of the most feared men in the supernatural world. Vespera is given an impossible choice. Take Seraphine's place at the altar or watch her family suffer. With no safe way out, she becomes the imposter bride. Kael has never met the real Seraphine. He expects a delicate, obedient Omega who will fit comfortably into his powerful family. Instead, he gets a sharp-tongued woman who challenges him, hides her fear behind sarcasm, and reacts to danger with suspicious precision. Worse, her scent awakens something inside him that he cannot explain. As they are forced to share a home, their hostility slowly gives way to attraction. But Vespera's secret becomes harder to protect with every passing day, and Kael's growing suspicion threatens to expose the truth. She entered his life to deceive him. He might become the one man she cannot bear to lose. But when Kael discovers that the woman he married is not the bride he chose, will love survive the betrayal, or will Vespera lose everything she sacrificed herself to protect?

Camille Alonso is a fraud. To her newly elite, status-obsessed family, she is the invisible sheep. But beneath her neutral clothes and quiet exterior lies a secret: Camille is a kleptomaniac, battling an impulse she can't control and her family will do anything to keep the world from finding out. Malakai Montgomery doesn't believe in love. As the powerful CEO of Montgomery Marketing Corporation, his entire existence is bound to a single duty: protecting his family's legacy. When an ancient pact forces him into an arranged marriage with the Alonso family, everyone expects him to choose the golden-child sister, Caitlyn. Instead, Malakai chooses Camille. As Camille tries to keep her kleptomania hidden under the roof of a man who notices everything, stolen items begin to vanish right into her possession. When Malakai discovers her secret, he doesn't expose her; he quietly protects her. But as corporate rivals, family conspiracies, and buried secrets threaten to tear them apart, Malakai is forced to make the ultimate choice: his legacy, or his wife. The question is: Can he handle both?

Adaline Poole thought she had escaped her family's toxic corporate grip by moving to London and adopting a stray cat named Monty. But when she returns to her empty apartment, her father delivers a chilling ultimatum: he has kidnapped the cat and will euthanize it by morning unless she accepts an arranged marriage with Barron Cooke, a notoriously elusive billionaire. Her entire family becomes complicit in her sale. Her mother demands she secure their elite status, and her brother secretly spies on her social media to feed Barron her every move. Horrified to discover Barron is a thirty-three-year-old "fossil" twelve years her senior, Adaline resorts to sabotage. She goes to a Soho club, takes a scandalous photo with a frat boy, and sends it to the old billionaire to disgust him into canceling their upcoming dinner. But her rebellion backfires horribly when the frat boy spikes her drink with a powerful narcotic. As her body burns with a terrifying, feverish heat, she collapses in a dark corridor. Stripped of her phone and betrayed by her bloodline, she is left utterly defenseless as a predator approaches to drag her away. Suddenly, the heavy fire door is kicked open by a towering, terrifyingly handsome stranger who effortlessly neutralizes her attacker. "Please... help me," Adaline begs, deliriously throwing her burning body into his arms. She has absolutely no idea that the handsome savior she is clinging to is Barron Cooke himself.

To pay for her father's life support, Haleigh sold herself into a marriage with Fabian Blackburn, a ruthless billionaire in a deep coma. But on her wedding day, she caught her boyfriend cheating with her stepsister, laughing about how they would steal the inheritance the second Fabian stopped breathing. Cornered and desperate, Haleigh secretly underwent IVF using her comatose husband's frozen sperm to secure the family trust. Weeks later, a miracle happened. Fabian woke up. But instead of gratitude, he treated her like trash. He threw annulment papers at her face, completely disgusted by the arranged marriage. "If you try any dirty tricks to get pregnant, I will personally drag you to a clinic and have that bastard scraped out of you." Terrified, Haleigh hid her positive pregnancy test and desperately tried to hack her way to enough cash to escape. But while using his computer, she accidentally opened a highly classified folder. Inside was a medical file and a photo of a severely disabled girl who looked exactly like Fabian. Before she could process it, Fabian walked in. Seeing the screen, his cold mask shattered into pure, unhinged madness. He lunged across the room, lifting her off the floor by her throat, completely ignoring her desperate gasps for air. "Lock her in the basement," he roared to his guards. "No food. No water." Curled on the freezing concrete, clutching her newly pregnant belly, Haleigh didn't understand what she had just seen that turned him into a murderous monster. But she knew one thing: if she didn't escape this terrifying estate, both she and his unborn heir would die in the dark.

For twenty years, I was kept in a gilded cage as the Daugherty family's most valuable political bargaining chip. But on the day of my arranged marriage, my corrupt father gave my fiancé to my cruel younger sister, Brinley. Instead, I was shipped off to the badlands to marry Erik "Grim" Marshall, the brutal President of an outlaw biker club, who was reportedly paralyzed and dying from a shattered spine. Brinley flaunted her designer wedding gown in my face, boasting about how she stole my life and ordered bulldozers to destroy my late mother's rose garden. "Get in the car and crawl off to that biker compound to die." My father coldly threw me to the wolves to save his own skin. When I arrived at the heavily guarded biker compound, the gang members treated me like disposable trash. They tried to extort my dowry and locked me in a dark, rotting quarantine basement to wait for my new husband to die. They all thought I was just a weak, discarded princess, meant to spend my miserable life cleaning bedpans for a crippled warlord before being torn apart by his violent gang. What they didn't know was that I was a lethal combat surgeon and toxicologist. Before I left, I planted a specialized neurotoxin in Brinley's dress that would turn her wedding night into a humiliating, public bloodbath. And as I looked down at the "dying" biker king on the steel table, I pulled out my scalpel. I wasn't here to rot in the dirt; I was going to cure this monster and use him to carve out an empire of my own.

To pay off my late father’s ruinous mafia blood debt, I took a lethal job: acting as a body double for a cloistered Mafia Princess in an arranged marriage meeting. But the man sitting across the polished table was Felix Falcone, the terrifying Underboss—and the boy I secretly loved for three years at our academy. He didn’t recognize me. To him, I was just a pawn for territory. I swallowed my bitter heartbreak, remembering how he once threw my handmade graduation pastries into the trash without a second glance. I tried to play the perfect fake bride, but my treacherous memory betrayed me. I accidentally revealed intimate details about his habits, from his hatred of dark chocolate to the exact make of his tactical pen. My cover was blown. But instead of executing me for the deception, Felix discovered my true identity. His cold indifference instantly morphed into a terrifying, obsessive possessiveness. He abruptly canceled his mafia marriage, trapped me in his corporate empire as his exclusive secretary, and ruthlessly threatened any man who dared to look at me. I was completely suffocated and confused. Why was this ruthless predator—a man who once publicly despised me and viewed unions only as tools for absolute power—now hunting me with such dark, unyielding devotion? Trapped in the shadows of his armored SUV, he leaned in, his scent of cedar and danger wrapping around me as he sent a message demanding my complete surrender. Knowing I could no longer hide, I made my choice and hit send. “There is no need for a hunt, Felix. I surrender.”

Two CEO’s got in an arranged marriage for convenience. One is a strong willed woman who doesn’t believe in love. The other is a cold-hearted man who was rejected by his unrequited love. Adira Hale and Chadwick McElroy appear to be perfect in front of many. They are rich, influential, leaders and good-looking. People said that there are the best couple, a match-made by heaven.But the truth is far from the imaginary perfect romance that one could think of. Adira only married Chadwick in order to get pregnant. All she desires is his body and not his affection. Meanwhile, Chadwick despises the idea of sharing the bed with his wife just because he’s still in love with another woman. Is there a chance for the love to bloom between temptation and betrayals?

I am the eldest legitimate daughter of the Gallagher family, a prominent military household. Since childhood, I stayed by my father's side, guarding the rugged borders of the North. When I returned to the Capital for my arranged marriage, I discovered my older brother had taken in a distressed showgirl from a high-end burlesque club. He was completely whipped, doing whatever she asked. He even agreed to let her steal my identity and marry the young Marquis in my place. The two of them conspire

On the day of my arranged marriage, Gideon, my stepbrother who ruled the Northern Territories, led a massive army to intercept my carriage. He claimed he couldn't bear to see me suffer in the harsh borderlands. He said he was risking everything to take me away. But as soon as I stepped out of the bridal carriage, his sword was at my throat. He used me as a pawn to force my father, King Alaric, to abdicate the throne. He laughed with arrogant triumph. "Since you've been obsessed with me for ye

1 My parents asked me to choose: an arranged marriage or confessing to the woman I loved. I didn't hesitate. I chose the arranged marriage. My parents pleaded with me, telling me to listen to my heart. But I shook my head, standing my ground. It's because, in my past life, I rejected the arrangement and confessed to my foster sister. Her first love heard the news, fled the country, and ended up dead in some back alley. My foster sister, acting like she didn't give a damn, asked me to marr

I was abducted and claimed by a ruthless mob boss, while my best friend was forced into an arranged marriage with a billionaire CEO. The day we attended their family banquet, my best friend and I stared at each other in utter shock. The underworld kingpin and the corporate mogul were brothers. Biological brothers. The brothers were busy making billions. My best friend and I were equally busy spending their money. Then their family's adopted daughter returned from abroad. The maids whispere

Chapter 1 Right before our wedding, my fiancé's first love was forced into an arranged marriage with Manhattan's most notorious playboy to save her family. Lucas couldn't bear to see her suffer, so he crashed her wedding and stole the bride. They even signed a marriage license that very day in front of everyone. All of high society was waiting to laugh at me and the Mercer family. Yet the next morning, the Mercer family's only heir blocked my office entrance with his Bugatti. "Your fiancé

1 I chose the only doctor amongst a sea of trust fund bros for my arranged marriage. It wasn't until after the wedding that it hit me: wasn't he just like that doctor friend in all those romance novels, the one always getting called away in the middle of the night to patch up the heroine? After witnessing this firsthand a few times, I dropped the idea of trying to develop any real feelings for him. Seriously, who knows, one day I might end up having to fight one of his billionaire buddies fo

My father gave me a choice between the two Vance brothers for our family's arranged marriage. Without hesitation, I chose Silas Vance. The room went silent. Everyone in the elite social circles of the East Coast knew I had been obsessed with Jasper Vance for years. I had even told the world I would marry no one but him. In my past life, I got exactly what I wanted and married Jasper. But right after our wedding, he crawled into bed with my foster sister, Seraphina. When the family elders foun

1 On the eve of our wedding, my fiancé's childhood sweetheart was forced into an arranged marriage with the city's most notorious playboy to rescue her family's failing business. My fiancé couldn't bear to watch her suffer. So, he crashed her wedding and stole her away right at the altar. To publicly mark his claim, he even staged an extravagant drone light show that very night to profess his love for her. Overnight, all of high society was waiting to watch me and the Hayes family become th

I was forced into an arranged marriage with Jacob Collins, the newly minted, ruthless Don of the New York Mafia. But on our wedding night, he didn't even spare me a glance, abandoning me for his underground military base and leaving me to the wolves of his family. His relatives immediately tried to lock me away under house arrest. His grandmother plotted to poison my food, while his beloved mistress, Kiana, paraded around the estate like she owned his throne. They all thought I was just a pampered, weak political pawn sent to be slaughtered, laughing as they planned to replace me with a pureblood heir. They were dead wrong. I wasn't a fragile victim; I was a Golden. With a few calculated moves, I seized absolute control of the estate, stripped the elders of their power, and forced his arrogant mistress to her knees. "You jealous, insane bitch!" Kiana shrieked, drawing a poisoned micro-blade on me right in the middle of the family banquet. Everyone held their breath as Jacob stormed into the opulent room, fully expecting the terrifying Don to slaughter me for daring to touch his favorite pet. Instead, he stripped her of her title and ordered his soldiers to drag her out into the freezing night. Then, in the dead silence of the bloodstained parlor, his fathomless black eyes bypassed his entire family and locked onto mine. For the first time since our wedding, my husband was coming to my bed.

For three years, I endured a freezing, arranged marriage with Julian Carlisle-Vance, foolishly hoping my childhood crush would eventually warm his heart. But the moment his "friend" Seraphina called about a minor wrist ache, he abandoned me in our bed, rushing to her side and publicly flaunting his devotion online. When I finally handed him the divorce papers, willing to walk away with absolutely nothing, he refused to sign. Instead, he blackmailed me. He blocked the settlement for my younger brother's impending assault charges, using his freedom as leverage to force me into a sick ultimatum. "The marriage stays on paper, but in private, you will be my mistress." He wanted to strip me of my dignity, keeping me as a secret plaything while my own father conspired with Seraphina, putting my late mother's precious jadeite necklace up for auction just to punish my disobedience. Julian even twisted a moment of my vulnerability, accusing me of secretly loving his dead brother, using that paranoid delusion as an excuse to ruthlessly degrade me. I didn't understand why the man I loved hated me so much, or why my own family would sell my mother's soul to the highest bidder just to keep me leashed to a psychopath. But when I saw my mother's necklace headlining the Sotheby's VIP preview, the suffocating despair inside me finally burned away into a cold, clear rage. I wiped my tears and calmly began planning my appearance at the auction. They thought the necklace was a chain to bind me, but I was going to make it my weapon.

I returned to Veridia City to avenge my mother, a brilliant scientist framed for medical fraud and driven to her grave. But my biological father, who had abandoned us years ago, suddenly brought me back to his luxurious mansion. I thought he finally felt a shred of guilt. Instead, he just needed a disposable pawn to sell off in an arranged marriage to the wealthy Duncan family to save his failing business. His new wife and son looked at me like I was trash from the slums. When I went to enroll at the city's most elite academy, a snobby teacher deliberately sabotaged me with an impossible placement test, wanting to humiliate me in front of everyone. "If you fail, you will get on your knees, apologize, and get out of this city forever!" Everyone waited to watch the uneducated country bumpkin make a total fool of herself. They thought I was just a helpless, pathetic girl they could easily manipulate and crush. They had no idea that beneath this fragile disguise, I was actually "The Surgeon," the underground medical miracle, and "King," the world's most feared hacker. Forty minutes later, I tossed the perfectly scored exams onto the desk, forcing the arrogant teacher into a public apology. As I walked out the gates, the city's most ruthless tycoon—and my supposed fiancé's uncle—leaned out of his Bentley and locked eyes with me. "Found you." They thought they had trapped a weak pawn in their gilded cage, but they had just invited the grim reaper right to their front door.

I am the true heiress of the Falcone mafia family. My fiancé, Julian, swore a blood oath to protect me and promised to win my murdered mother's crown for me at the underground auction. But as the auctioneer raised his gavel, Julian bid eleven million dollars—only to place the crown on the head of Chloe, the adopted imposter who stole my life. He publicly stripped me of my succession token just because Chloe shed a few fake tears. When I tried to leave the hall, the three childhood friends I had secretly funded and protected with my life blocked my path. They pushed me down a flight of marble stairs, shattering my knee. When I struggled to stand, they violently wrenched my arm until my shoulder popped from its socket. "Stop playing the sympathy card, Scarlett," they mocked coldly. "You are just faking a theatrical act to steal Julian back." They watched me suffer in agony, completely devoted to Chloe's fragile facade. Even my own father used this humiliation to strip my inheritance and force me into a cheap arranged marriage. I endured the blinding pain of my mangled arm in the dead of night, realizing my years of bleeding for these men meant absolutely nothing. So, I decided to sever the dead weight. I dialed the private number of Dante Vitiello—Julian's deadliest rival in the underworld. "I need a groom in three days," I told him. "In exchange, you get my territory."