The Matchmaker Novels & Stories

Damian reached down beside the desk and lifted a small suitcase. He rolled his chair forward slightly and set it on the desk. The maid’s eyes widened when he opened it. Stacks of money. Neatly arranged. Her breath caught. “This is for your cooperation,” Damian said calmly. “For making the situation believable.” Her hands flew to her mouth. “Sir.. this is...” “Payment.” Her eyes filled with excitement. “I... I don’t know how to thank you...”

He stated before adding, “You know, I may be 25 but for some reason being here with you right now I feel like I’m acting like a teenager again with no care in the world.” I giggle. “Well, I never really had those years and I’m not even sure what you mean by that.” “Do you think you will ever tell me what your life was like before we found each other?” He asked wrapping his arms around me and pulling me towards him again. I lightly put my hand on his chest before answering. “Maybe. I’m afraid if you know the truth that you will make me what I was before or even send me back.” “I promise I would never do that you. The Moon Goddess pairs us with our mates for a reason. No one should ever reject

For the next ten minutes, working against the invisible countdown of the expiring hour, the two men carefully weighed and selected stones, using Vikram's mechanical balance scale from his backpack to match the precise measurements required by the watchmaker’s trap. With sweat dripping from his forehead despite the subterranean chill, Vikram stood before the table. "On my count, Dev. We swap the items simultaneously. You take the ledger and drop the granite block. I’ll take the watch and the vial, and replace them with the compass and the knife. It has to be fluid." "Ready," Devashish said, his hands positioning over the ancient book. "One... two... three... move!"

she responded with a smile. "You're obsessed with ruling," Manik chuckled. "I am," she responded. "Miral. Can I ask you something?" Manik spoke, after following silence for a minute. "Yeah," she looked at him. "Do you know why our dads introduced us to each other?" He questioned. Miral nodded. "I do. They want us to get to know each other so that we can figure out if we're compatible or not so that they can pitch for our wedding," she confessed. "So? What do you think about this?" He curiously asked.

I sighed before I was nodding at him. “Good, now this is the information that you need to give to your son in law. Only him and everything will work out as I planned It,” he said as he told me the information. I stared wide at him before he smirked. “In business, every information is power. It goes to marriage matchmaking and right now, we just have to wait and see this matchmaking to work their charms on their own,” Levine said before he sipped his tea again. I think I found out that Levine Virtanen was not a ruthless businessman but a demanding match maker as well. I just hoped that I was not enlist to be his next target.

I knew he was reluctant to let go of Saphira, even though, on the other hand, he was also afraid of offending the Kingston family. Hearing the annoying cries, whether she liked it or not, grandmother also felt irritated. “No need to worry about offending the Kingston family because they don’t know what Beatrix’s daughter is like now that she’s grown up. I heard they are also in a hurry to find a mate for Isaac Kingston and ask him to produce an heir for the Kingston family.” “Yes, yes!” Beatrix stopped crying, tightly holding my father’s hand and said again, “Mother-in-law is right. My husband, they won’t care about this small matter.”

Anna I stood in front of the mirror, completely still. The woman looking back at me was… me—but not the version I saw every day juggling emails, school drop-offs, and last-minute grocery runs. No. This version of me looked like she belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. My light brown eyes looked brighter somehow, accentuated by soft golden tones that made them gleam like honey under candlelight. The makeup artist had given me just enough drama around the eyes to make them captivating, but nothing too bold. Everything was balanced—elegant.

She sat up so fast her hair puffed out like a lioness coming out of a nap. "Wait... What if I don't gotta make him hate me?" Her eyes lit up. "What if I just... hand him over to somebody else?" "Matchmaking! That's it. I ain't gotta do all the work—I just gotta give him a softer option with French tips and a trust fund." A wicked smile spread across her face. "Dominique."

Amelia replied to Rosalie as she dusted off imaginary lint from her shoulder, "There's no need to thank me, I want the best for my daughter." She gave a sly smile, "But if you could bring a man back..., that would be great. I do not doubt that certain wolves will be drawn to you the moment they lay eyes on you." Rosalie shook her head in disbelief. Her mother had resumed her role as the matchmaker for her.