The Mismatched Marriage Novels & Stories

he said softly, “we’ll face everything together, always. No mistakes, no regrets—just us.” Elara smiled, tears of relief and joy brimming in her eyes. “Always us.” The mansion no longer felt heavy or threatening. Outside, the city bustled on, unaware of the storms that had passed inside its walls. But within, love had triumphed—proving that even in a life that began with a mistake, a true union could be found. As they walked hand in hand through the garden, the morning sun glinting off the fountain, Elara finally believed it: the marriage that had started as an error had become her greatest blessing.

A perfect match, if that was even possible. Were their algorithms really capable of assembling the perfect fit? The whole concept of a ‘perfect fit’ in general had always seemed cliché to me. Certainly great fits and happy couples existed. I had seen proof of happy marriages between two people that worked great for each other. But they were never between two people as… particular… as myself. They were always between two nice and pleasant people, not a pair of sarcastic realists, whose best friends also happened to be extremely sarcastic. For a second I paused and chuckled at the idea of marrying Cora. There’s no doubt it would be intensely amusing, but we would drive each other up the wall.

“So you deserve the truth, because you didn’t know it when we were married. You only knew I had an affair with Mariah.” My pulse quickened. I felt like I shouldn’t be here- like I was intruding on a delicate moment. His gaze darted across everyone, “When Mariah and I were younger, just teens, we were together- in love,” he said. “The Lords intended for us to marry. But the relationship ended because of a genotype mismatch. Or so we were told. The system wasn’t so upgraded then. It wasn’t like now that we could easily consult private doctors by ourselves.” He smiled, but it looked sad.

"You know there'll always be obstacles, right? Both of us... We're not supposed to stay mated, and the universe was likely going to keep fighting us." My heart sank at the thought. I'd told him what Caden said and we came to the conclusion that our union was indeed, not a fated one. Siphons being mated to another Siphon's mate was an error. Normally, Jaris should be mated to Greta, and Caden should've been mated to me. There was a good chance Jaris and I might never stop facing challenges. Our relationship might not be a 'happily ever after', but there was definitely going to be a 'forever'.

The only catch was that I had to make it a mission to register our marriage within the next five years. If we failed to get married by the deadline, I would pay with my life. At the time, I had a very close, intimate relationship with Dylan, and I thought my mission sounded simple enough. I couldn't possibly say no to free money and such an easy trade in my opinion, so I signed the contract with the system without any hesitation. However, I never thought Dylan would frown when I proposed to him and brought up marriage. "I have a marriage phobia. Please don't force me into doing this and give me some more time to think."

Meanwhile, Jace, initially intimidated by Marvin's reserved nature, discovered a depth of compassion and understanding within him. Through shared experiences and heartfelt conversations, they started to unravel the layers of their differences, finding unexpected connections and shared values. Slowly but surely, their relationship blossomed into a partnership built on trust, respect, and, ultimately, love. As they faced external pressures and internal doubts, Marvin and Jace leaned on each other for support, realizing that together, they were stronger than they ever could have been alone. In the end, their arranged marriage became not just a duty but a union forged in the fires of adversity,

My hair was loose, falling down my back, a small golden ornament resting just above. His gaze travelled slowly over me, his lips curving. “Still breathtaking, Mishka.” I arched a brow at his suit and tapped the emerald on my dress. “You copied me.” He bent closer, his voice low enough to make me shiver. “No, Mishka. You copied me.” I scoffed, smiling despite myself. “So this is it? Every event, we’re doomed to match outfits forever?” He chuckled, tilting his head. “That’s marriage. We are stuck together. Matching is only fair.”

"Celia, I was stabbed, yet you're thinking about us instead of asking about my injury. What's going on in your head?" She frowned impatiently. Even while apologizing, she was still condescending. "Zane, don't be unreasonable. The failure of our partnership will be a loss for both companies. You shouldn't be so willful. Consider this injury a lesson." I was so mad that my wound throbbed. I truly felt like I had wasted eight years of my sincerity. "Don't worry. I'll never consider marrying you again. Also, listen carefully, Celia. I'm the one who's out of your league. Cutting ties with your company is a loss for your family, not for mine. If I hadn't fallen for you, what makes you think you ha

My hell. It took me months to learn that he had married me because of the mate bond. The bond might have been nature's punishment, but this marriage was his punishment. "Are you deaf?" His voice interrupted my thoughts. My gaze skipped to his face, and I blinked, realizing I'd been standing in front of him for a while. I stared at him, thirst for revenge eating away at my soul, I want to stab him in the heart so bad. "Get out!" Connor snarled at me, his face etched in dark fury. I turned on my heels and scurried out of the dining room. I heard a snicker, but I didn't bother to check who it was.

The Wedding that Almost Happened An hour before the wedding of Jake Mitchell and Johanna Clarke on June 3 at the First Baptist Church on Adams Avenue, Jake made the startling announcement in front of family and friends that he wouldn’t be marrying Miss Clarke. He gave no explanation for the decision and he showed up in front of everyone without his tuxedo jacket on, which demonstrated his lack of respect for his guests. Mr. Mitchell might be better off remembering in the future that when he goes out in public, he should be properly attired, as is befitting his social status. A heartbroken Miss Clarke, a beautiful bride, didn’t get the joy of being wed. She spent the afternoon being comfo