The Mismatched Marriage Novels & Stories

Passing by, his and her past finally faded away. Indeed, Tom Hulce and Mary Wickes were selecting engagement rings. She couldn't deny that they were indeed a perfect match. Perhaps the other girl was more suitable to be his wife than she was. In truth, she no longer held any resentment, not towards him or towards that girl. A marriage without love would eventually crumble. She should have realized this sooner—what doesn't belong to you can never indeed be yours, including that unborn child.

It was a blurry night as the heat was unbearable for Alice, not that the room is hot but she was feeling hot. The conversation she had earlier with her grandmother had taken her off the edge. One thing Alice know off and she is sure of is that she has no interest in marrying any of the princes.

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

"You know, I'm trying my best not to make fun of you being a nervous wreck. I might be in your very situation in seven years." I laughed at that. "Yeah, better keep the remarks for yourself. You might end up worse." "But really, what's the worst that could happen? We all know HarmonyMatch won't ever Match anyone with a psychopath or a sociopath," she genuinely asks. "I don't know…probably Matching with someone much older?" I answered. Although every 25-year-old across the country and other nations that mandate HarmonyMatch, not everyone gets Matched. Most of the time, it's because there's never an equal number of men and women. So, there are still some that are Unmatched.

Despite our history, this particular encounter surpassed all others. He rolled away, sighed, and left the bed. Naked, he strolled into the bathroom, and I reflexively closed my eyes at the sound of running water. Unlike other wives who could join their husbands in the shower, I remained acutely aware that I would not be welcome if I decide to join him. My initial excitement about our intimacy turned to disappointment after our first night together. Waking up beside him filled me with joy until he accused me of seduction. Despite my stepsister Yvette being his intended match two years ago, I ended up marrying him due to his father's directive, setting the foundation for a flawed marriage. For

Vivian showed a sad expression. “Ohh! So sad” Luna didn’t know what to say. She just uttered that. “But, is Mr. Ryan jealous or something? His action on that day is awful as a husband” Luna uttered in loud tone. “I can’t blame him, this marriage is arranged marriage. It’s our parent’s deeds. There is no love there” Vivian replied. “I see! That’s the problem with matchmaking. Don’t even allow the children to check themselves out first and decided if they like each other. They would just impose the marriage forcefully on them” Luna said in angry tone. That was exactly what happened to her too.

So she was probably sleeping or doing something else at the time and didn't notice it. The successful match, Alpha and Omega, needed to go to the Matching Marriage Authority on the seventh day to register. Those who matched before the age of 25 had a one-month inspection period. So if they were two strangers, they could use the month to get along well. Letitia though was devastated by the match result as it was not quite what was expected. She tucked her phone back into her pocket and asked tentatively, "Just because of that?" Samuel raised an eyebrow and he gave a "That's not enough?" look.

Eric exchanged an icy gaze at me, causing me to swiftly look away as we resumed our steps to where a rounded, considerable table filled with people were. “Keep playing cool, people are getting convinced by our acts. Now, we're joining them for dessert, so stay beside me and do what I do” Eric paused and flashed a smile across a guest he recognized before glaring back at me. “And did I also forget to tell you it's only for a year? This marriage is a one-year thing, and we'll break up after that.”

he shouted in frustration. "Hunter, have you forgotten that our marriage certificate is fake? So I'm single in the eyes of the law," I replied tartly. "Besides, we have nothing to do with each other. So, who I interact with is none of your business." Lucas couldn't understand us since we were talking in our native language. Nonetheless, he was very good at reading the situation. Thus, he stood at the doorway, blocking the path like a wall. "I don't care who you are, but stop bothering my girlfriend!"

"I was hoping that you would get married to a rich girl and not a pauper." I frowned, my expression troubled. My brows furrowed and she released a sigh. "It's actually great that we fell in love and I think our different background shouldn't stop us from loving each other." She looked surprised but pleased. "I should believe you but I don't," she paused and looked at me, surveying my words. "Marriage is like a commitment." I frowned and shrugged. "I really don't understand you. I'm not getting married to anyone. That shouldn't concern you."