The Mismatched Marriage Novels & Stories

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

I accept out of spite, drinking it while Lucien works on his laptop like I'm not there. Thirty minutes in, I break the silence. "How many couples will be there?" "Eight, including us." "Do they all have real marriages?" His fingers pause on the keyboard. "Define real." "Marriages that started without contracts." "Most marriages are contracts, Mara. Some are just more honest about it." "That's bleak." "That's reality." He returns to typing. "James and Victoria Worthington married to merge family fortunes. Oliver Grant married his assistant to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit. The Pattersons have an arrangement where he keeps a mistress and she keeps his credit cards."

Not with him. I exhaled, “ Fine,” he smirked, “ keep your partners but it should private— I don't want to be tagged a fool twice for not knowing about my husband's affair,” Husband… a word I never imagined calling Kaden Petrović. I moved to the next line. “ And the date nights every Friday? Is that necessary?” “ Very…” He drawled, “ We're a couple. We should at least act like it.” I hated that he right so I didn't push it.

"Hand over 750 grand, and I'll vanish. Refuse, and I'll haunt you every waking moment." Like father, like son, both had dollar signs for souls. I snapped my fingers, and my muscle stepped out of the shadows, disarmed Matthias, and gave him a taste of his own medicine. He did not last long before he was sprawled out, howling on the ground. I strolled up, spat on him, and made it clear, "Cross my path again, and it's another beating, guaranteed." Two months later, I tied the knot with my assistant, Wendy Gibson. We threw one hell of a bash.

his question made Jamie look his way in surprise “Do you now think I am not even worth living? Why would I be okay with my husband doing all this to a girl? Why would I be okay that both my husband and my ex chose her over me? Don’t you see what I am going through? He ruined our relationship for this girl.” Jamie had no clue what she was talking about as it had nothing to do with her or cheating, it was a crime.

"Am I going to have to worry about me and my sisters being plastered on a billboard?" "No," I said. I looked at her, trying to will her to understand. "It wasn't the marriage or the divorce or finding out that Michael wasn't mine or even that she slept around on me ... or even that she slept with her brother. None of those things brought this on, Jean. That isn't what my revenge is about. It's because we were never truly married. It's because she pretended to marry me, when all the while she was married to her brother. That's why this is necessary."

Every moment we’ve shared floods me all at once, and gosh, it’s overwhelming. A part of me wonders what’s going through his mind right now. Is he feeling the same level of pain that I do? Or will he simply numb his in the arms of Marina. I hated her. I’ve decided that she is the only person on the list of humans that I feel a deep hatred in my soul for. Years I wasted taking care of that woman only for her to turn around and throw it in my face by stealing my husband. My mate. It’s clear that I don’t understand the meaning of a mate. Maybe James was confused about me. Did the marriage make his mind conjure up this bond with me? I still hadn’t fully processed everything that I’d been told and

She snarled. Her eyes burned with a fiery determination that did not lose out to his own. The laws of the Middle East Packs were very explicit. Two soulmates could enter a marriage bond once they found and accepted each other. A male and female wolf could enter the bond of mates if they failed to find their soulmates. Married couples could become mates for life, as long as they never divorced. But once a married couple that didn't share the soulmate bond divorced, they could never remarry again, unless the female first married another male and received a divorce.

"And I hate myself for it, too. That’s why I want to make things right—really make things right. If she still wants to take me out after I’ve said my piece, then fine. But I’m not leaving without trying." Marcello let out a heavy sigh. "I had a feeling Maddie would be your breaking point. But honestly, the fact that you two split—at least for a while—might not be the worst thing. Sometimes, distance helps. It gives people space to figure out what went wrong and what needs to change. Relationships aren't perfect. They come with fights, pain, and misunderstandings. You and Maddie rushed into marriage without being friends first, without dating. That makes it even harder."

His eyes locked on mine. “What the hell is so funny?” I leaned against the pew, lips curling. “You, lecturing them about mistakes, in a Vegas chapel. That’s funny.” His brows shot up. “Excuse me?” “Marriage is always a mistake,” I said, the words dripping from my tongue like venom. “It’s just contracts wrapped in flowers. At least they’ll figure it out now instead of twenty years later.” The bride gasped and the groom sputtered. The priest looked scandalized. But the man, the stranger, his jaw tightened, and fire lit in his eyes.