The Mismatched Marriage Novels & Stories

"Especially you should know that." "They were never meant to be," I added. "Betsy and Drake are not mates. And that is where the problem lies. If they get married being fully aware of the fact that they are not mates, a huge punishment awaits them." Harmony did not agree and shook her head, disbelief was obvious on her features. "And you really think it’s your place to rule that out for them?" "I’m not ruling," I said, although a part of me was aware that this was not completely the truth. “I am trying to help them.”

Who’d fought wars they never asked for. Who’d survived betrayals that should have destroyed them. And who’d built something real from the wreckage. “You know what I realized?” Aria said softly. “What?” “The marriage was never a mistake. The registry error, the wrong signature, all of it—it wasn’t random. It was fate. The universe deciding we needed each other. Even when we didn’t know it yet.” “Getting philosophical on me?” “Getting honest.” She pulled back to look at him. “I’m glad I signed the wrong document. Glad you walked into that office. Glad we crashed into each other’s lives and made everything complicated.”

If only Maridelle would give him a chance to listen to hear his side, he would stood a chance to have her forgiveness. It had never happened before, but right now he blames the moon goddess for what it appears to him a mismatch. Maridelle is not the perfect she-wolf or biracial for him. And he is not the perfect mate for her. Their instances are only hurting each other. Complications has became the main ingredient of their bond.

I didn’t know how to react, especially when he said that the groom would only look at me because I’m unsure if the man I would marry would like me and if I would like him back, so I fake a smile. I have this presumption that maybe my groom was unattractive enough. If not, why does he agree to an arranged marriage for a woman like me? A girl without a good background and doesn’t have any achievements at all. I’m not even popular in school. The bottom line is I’m just an ordinary girl, but I do admit I have looks, although not as stunning as a celebrity does.

Angel used to think about marriage with Sean a lot. Yes, when Angel was still healthy she was happy every time Sean talked about their wedding plans, one of which was about their dream wedding venue, the cathedral. Angel thought she still felt the atmosphere, but when Anne asked them to marry, she was not at all happy. As the doctors said, Angel had only one month left, and she didn't want to be selfish to still have that dream. Marriage isn't just about herself, it's about Sean's life as well. Angel could not have the heart to leave Sean alone with a widower status.

“Someone had to help you.” “Di che diavolo stai parlando?! (What the hell are you talking about?!)” He shouts at Patrick, “Getting me married is not helping me!” I don’t think I will say this again, but I agree with Keenan, and I don’t think Patrick is helping him by what he’s doing. He’s only going to make things worse for Keenan and me. Marriage fixes nothing that’s broken. I have my late mother and father to testify to that. And he picked the two worst matches and placed them together. He should have known it was going to be a disaster, especially because it wasn’t our choice.

I gave him a glance to show how much I was presently wondering if he was in his right senses. “I don’t understand. Are you telling me every werewolf marriage out there was the perfect match? I am yet to find my mate and here I am getting married, so how about you just do your job and make it happen?” “It’s possible to get married to someone who is not your mate.” He replied. “Though the mate marriage is the perfect one, there are werewolves who get married and grow into being the right one for each other.” I scoffed. “Well, that’s definitely not us.”

“We haven’t…discussed that.” How could I tell her I was working on earning my place in Cristo’s life? That I almost cheated on him? I couldn’t talk about marriage with him that soon. I didn’t even know if that’s what I wanted. If it was the right thing for us. Or if I was even the right person for him. Dating was after all, a different concept from marriage. The latter was an institution, a serious step that required mutual trust and respect for it to work. If I agreed to marry him, I would only bring him pain and anguish. I would let Selene down. “Lilith.” There was a plea in her big brown eyes. “You are a professional matchmaker. The only one that seems to know what she is doing in this in

"Okay. So there's something else. You were being a penny Pincher??? They were liking you rich but you weren't that generous as they expected you to be???" "Oh please. I have even gifted them very expensive Apartments and jewellery. You think I am like that???" "Okay. So It's something else." "So, you didn't marry them. That's why???" "I told them I would and I was serious but they didn't listen." "So it's not that either." "They didn't like your family. They didn't want to live with them in a joint family system???" "I was living in my apartment. Why would they have any problem with my family? We hardly go there."

“This one’s pretty, I suppose. In a quieter way. But you can’t help but notice the difference, can you?.” “You can’t help but notice the whole thing doesn’t quite fit,” the first one agreed. “Damien Blackwood could have had anyone. And he ended up with whoever happened to be standing closest when the original bride ran.” “Poor girl,” the second one said, almost gently, almost like sympathy, which somehow made it worse. “Imagine spending your whole marriage wondering if your husband still wishes he’d married your sister.” I stood very still near the edge of the column, my heart doing something slow and heavy in my chest, the kind of feeling that didn’t hurt sharply so much as settle, deep and