Mistaken Match Novels & Stories

The screen went black. Celine stared at her reflection in it, unable to move. Adam stood beside her, jaw tight. The room felt too small for both of them. The message on the screen had vanished, but its meaning remained: their marriage certificate had been altered, and somebody wanted them to believe their entire relationship was part of a plan. Celine returned to the registry office with Adam the next morning. The original registration log contained their names, but the date had been amended. A private medical authorization code appeared beside the correction. Adam

which made all of them roared in laughter before a message popped on his phone. His mood changed after he read the message and his friend bugged him about what it was. “It was a strange number so I thought the person I am waiting for was the one who texted me but she’s not the one” he said with a sad voice and they wondered who he was talking about. “You are waiting for someone? Not Leah?” Shawn asked with his brows raised up and Mike shook his head “It’s someone you both don’t know” he replied and downed a glass of alcohol.

Seeming bored by what they had in front of them. "Nice to meet you," Adria started. "I'm a 'good' friend of James" A mocking smile playing on her lips. After a few seconds of eyeing each other, they both shake hands. None of them backing down. Both demanding authority. Still smiling. I was extremely confused by this weird interaction. What game are these two playing at?

“Really?” Stanley Batton asked. Xyla Quest nodded. “Yeah, you were. You would’ve been hailed as the battle god if that happened during a professional match.” “Oh?” “I’m serious,” she insisted. “But that wasn’t a professional match. My opponents were all terrible,” he stated as he made a face. “How could there be terrible players at such high ranks?” she asked. One of Stanley’s teammates from the match sent him a friend request while they were speaking, and he accidentally clicked on the button to accept.

She asked him. The doctor narrowed his eyes at me. His expression, troubled. He stared at me as if he was confused. I had never seen him so shocked. "I must have switched the medical reports mistakenly. You should go and stay with Brody and try to see if he remembers all his family members." He told me, still confused. "Switched the medical reports, How?" I asked him, overwhelmed. He was definitely not going to say that it was a miracle. "I'll rerun the test, there's a possibility that your husband doesn't have kidney failure." He answered and walked back into his office.

Just like I promised, I shared Eric's and Steve money to all the ladies that destroyed their lifes. As for Scarlett, well.. she's currently thanking her stars she didn't fall for his trap. She asked Anna for forgiveness, and although they aren't close but Anna has forgiven her. The both of them are just cool, but definitely not friends. I smiled staring at the sky, in this life I and my family have all made mistakes. The slight bad mistakes, and the really bad ones. But I think the main thing here, is that we have all learnt from all our mistakes.

Sad for whoever this person turned out to be, but glad it wasn’t Mitchell as they had assumed. “This isn’t her,” he said, his voice firm and confident. Callahan’s brows furrowed. “What?” he asked, stepping forward to look clearly at the body. Asher looked at him. “This isn’t Laurel Mitchell.” He repeated, more to stop his raging heartbeat than to pacify the detective who had made a wrong call. The detective exchanged glances with the examiner before turning back to Asher. “The records matched her identity.” He whispered. It was a wrong call and thankfully, Asher had been able to identify her. They would have declared someone who wasn’t Laurel Mitchell dead and it would have gone on record. F

I can't sit back and watch us lose everything we've been working so hard for. The boy looked at me with pity. "Sir, I really understand your plight but then I still don't understand how this is linked to me" he said. " I might have not found out who that maid's true mate is but then if I wait until I find out, it might be too late for us all. Jaylen might have marked her as his Luna. But then if you help me to pretend as her mate and claim that she is pregnant till the time I'm able to find out her real mate…….." I explained.

“Myla… you’re not a match.” Everything stopped. I blinked at him. “What?” “You’re not compatible.” I laughed—but it wasn’t real. It was sharp and hollow. “No. No, that’s not right. I’m his mother. I gave birth to him. I’ve never even… this has to be wrong.” The nurse checked the result again, her hands trembling. “It’s confirmed. She’s not a match.” “No. No, check again!” I screamed. “Check it again! I’m his mother!”

To demand something back from me. But he didn’t. Not this time. He just lay there, blinking up at me like the world had shifted without his permission—and he didn’t know how to catch up. “I... I don’t understand,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t expect you to,” I replied, arms crossed over my chest. “There was a mistake at the clinic. Someone else’s sample was used. A total stranger at the time." A groan escaped his lips. "Wesley Morano."