The Matchmakers Gift Novels & Stories

Social Medias or watching the news were never her things which made it hard for her to know them and yet, they believed one of them will marry her. After purchasing her favorite iced tea, she returned to the secret garden which she had begged her escorts to wait for there. She passed each one of them a cup of strawberry smoothie, just like how she never failed to drink her iced tea after her classes goes to how she never forgets to get them some smoothies to keep them going for the day. “What do we have here?” Chloe, who Alice had labeled as the spoilt brat approached them. Just like every day, Chloe was wearing a much revealing clothes which is bad as she also she has the intention of marry

Whether it was crystal pendants, fine wines, or antiques, they felt insignificant by comparison. "Johnny is indeed generous. Since he has set the tone, we Millers won't be outdone either. Bring the gift over!" Another young man stepped forward, dressed in a suit. He was also one of Stephen's groomsmen and had an impressive presence. The servant quickly brought the gift box over. The moment he opened the gift box, everyone leaned in for a look. Inside was a delicate carved decorative plate. On the plate were a man and woman standing on a mountain peak overlooking a city. The design was intricate and lifelike.

The person who gifted this necklace to Cristina must truly love her with all his heart. A bitter sensation spread through my chest, but I maintained a calm expression on my face. I said with a smile, "Your boyfriend has good taste, Consigliere Ghedini. It suits you very well. A limited edition necklace with the words 'Forever Love' engraved on it—it's obvious how important you are to him.

Ha, so it wasn’t that he couldn’t, he simply didn’t want to cook for me. I smiled politely and declined the invitation before heading upstairs to prepare the gift I intended to give the birthday celebrant that evening. Technically, with the divorce process already underway, I didn’t need to attend any more banquets with Callum. But the hostess that night was Mrs. Gwen Bolton, my first client and the matchmaker between Callum and me. It would be improper not to go. I had chosen a hand-sewn handbag according to her preferences. The leather was soft, and the design was simple.

Back then, he was gentle. Patient. When I stayed up late grinding algorithms, he'd show up with hot coffee. When I lost, he'd ruffle my hair. "Win it back next time." I thought that softness was just for me. Later, I realized it wasn't. Just habit. Control. We had a deal. "As long as you beat me once, we'll get married." I stupidly thought it was his way of pushing me. I kept waiting to beat him in a real match—and finally claim the wedding he promised.

It was the kind of wedding that stopped traffic, the kind that was splashed across every major blog and newspaper. "A Royal Union," they probably called it. "The Wedding of the Decade." And I, the woman who had ironed the groom’s shirts for eight years, the woman who had nursed him through fevers and failures, was just a footnote and a ghost. So, this is true. Another woman has taken my place. She is wearing the ring that was paid for with the money Jason and I worked for. She is dancing the first dance to the song we chose. She has taken my eight-year boyfriend—no, my eight-year life partner—and turned him into her husband in the span of forty-eight hours.

"What is this, Ma'am?" "Open it." With slightly trembling hands, she carefully opened the envelope. The moment she saw what was inside, her eyes widened. It was a check. The amount written on it was more money than she could earn in several years. She immediately looked back at Kevin's mother. "Ma'am... I don't understand." The older woman's expression remained perfectly calm. "Think of it as a gift." "A gift?" "For your future." Graziel swallowed. Now she finally understood why she had been invited. This meeting had never been about sharing tea.

Bring her in! As soon as my words fell, a timid young nurse was escorted into the room by my bodyguards. White as a sheet, she stammered out, "C-Craig came to me in the middle of the night and offered me a huge sum of money. He told me to swap the babies' name tags while everyone was asleep. He was also the one who took Ms. Lovelace's biological child away... "I honestly had no idea he was cruel enough to kill his own flesh and blood! Please spare me!"

She kept looking at the high priestess as if she was asking for permission. I didn’t have more time to think about it since the treaty was brought forward and the high priestess signed it. The witches celebrated with loud shouting and dancing, and it was clear that they were happy about the treaty. They all went quiet as an elder walked to the front with a beautifully decorated box. She handed it to me and I thanked them for the gift. It was clear they were all excited about it, so I opened the lid and inside there was a stunning array of herbs and spices and a mixing bowl. “We know that werewolves have a destined mate, but we also know that you haven’t found yours yet. This is a love spell

Only… there was something else to be discussed first. “Wait, one more thing…,” I said quickly, holding up my hand to pause her. “…There is something else I want. Sending me back is merely a return on the initial investment made… but there is still the matter of interest to be discussed. A gift for my time and effort.” “I think you should just be grateful for what I am already offering to—.” “Apologies, but this isn’t negotiable,” I said, cutting her off, and taking a step back cautiously. “This is part of the deal I am making. Take it or leave it.”