The Mismatched Marriage Novels & Stories

I groan after breaking away from Levi's lips, and he laughs and stands up. "Don't hate the messenger for delivering the message," he jokes. He winks at me and takes off his pants, letting me know he's heading for the shower. As soon as he leaves, I answer the phone. "Tell me all this isn't true," Matt's voice on the other end of the line. My heart suddenly stops. "None of it is true," I say between sighs. "Did you marry him by force?" "No," I answer. "But it was an arranged marriage," he affirms.

She got married because he wanted her to, and as soon as he saw the marriage certificate, he slapped her. Ed thumped his chest and stomped his feet, "Yes, I asked you to get married, but I didn't ask you to marry the person you like. The person you should marry is Timothy Ryder, the small business owner of H Group!" Valeria was stunned. Timothy Ryder?! Shane Hunter?! I misidentified these two people? Moreover, she got married to the wrong person! What on earth happened? Valeria was becoming bewildered. Was there a mistake? When she saw her stepmother's gloating look, she knew that today had gone completely wrong.

The energy shifts around the room, "Are you sad because you married some random whore and then she left you for dead in the middle of nowhere?" "Are you implying Marna and I are shit but you and Isabella are the perfect match? Come on, Theo, don't make me laugh. We all know you're only getting married for the fucking baby and your fathers deals," he laughs and looks to our friends seeking approval, but they all stay out of it. They know how things are between us, "Marna and I had fire, it wasn't a fucking wedding of convenience just to look good for our family or the pack. We crashed and burned, but at least it was fucking passionate and real... how's your fucking dead sex life, huh?"

The alcohol content wasn't much but he was beginning to feel tipsy. "Don't be such a kid, come let's go. People would think that the finest couple in town is already having trouble." Though their marriage was the worst kind, it has no love or mutual benefit. The marriage wasn't even a contract marriage, it's something worse, but Madonna wanted it to appear decent in eyes of strangers.

"He and I were deep in love with each other but light in fate. So we are not meant to be a couple," As for Zac and her, they did not love each other so much yet, they end up spending their life together. "In fact, you are the apple of the Matchmaker's eye. The men you get along with are all very excellent, not like me. Although I have a lot of wooers around me, but they are all mediocre men, who are not good-looking, not from rich families, or Playboys of bad character." Mandy sighed. In her heart, she was really jealous of Hazel. She was no worse than her and knew him first. But he liked her and married her. It was so unfair, so unfair.

“I am not ready for marriage. But I can assure you if you want to give us a chance, I will try. If it works, then perfect, but if it doesn’t, or whatever decision you make, whether to stay or leave…I will accept it. I will never use the excuse of the bond to make you stay if you don’t want to, I promise. I know I am not the fairytale mate you dreamed of, and you certainly deserve better. Just because the moon goddess says I am your perfect match doesn’t mean you have to feel that way.” I didn’t know what to say. How could I marry him? I could barely stand his presence. We’d kill each other before saying “I do.” Asher was right, we didn’t fit. We’ll never be that perfect couple like the other

Gentle and polite, nothing crossing the line. We know each other too well. He then takes a step back, and feeling my ear getting hotter, I lower my head slightly, letting my hair fall down to cover them. His trap is sweet, but also lethal for me, like a beehive to a bear. I don’t want to dip my nose in, only to get stung again. We could have written the sweetest story together, but we both made a lethal mistake, and we missed our time. He loved the wrong person, I married him the wrong way.

What if you chose someone, then found a better match later on? “When you say it like that it sounds like a green wedding. Like when people from different countries marry for papers, and they are like friends or like business partners at worst. Seems better to me, less chaotic than a high chemistry match” she was at the end of the day, a practical woman.

Blake glanced around the bedroom a few times, including the wardrobe and restroom, and Miss Susan witnessed all of it. This couple… Miss Susan was unable to come up with an appropriate word to describe them. They looked like a perfect match, which was why they got married. However, Madam was mute whereas Sir had an impressive family background... Only a sigh could express their situation. This kind of marriage was doomed to misery. Jessica took a scoop of eggs. As she heard what Miss Susan was saying, she placed the spoon beside the bowl and paused. Jessica lowered her eyes, her gaze moving around slightly. Nevertheless, she refused to mull over the underlying meaning of Blake’s behavior.

The chasm between us will remain, temporarily bridged but not repaired. And yet, feeling his fingers moving gently through my hair, I allow myself this small comfort. This momentary peace in the eye of the hurricane that has become our marriage. As sleep finally claims me, one thought remains, following me into dreams: We are both wrong for each other in all the ways that matter, and yet perfectly matched in all the ways that don’t.