The Mismatched Marriage Novels & Stories

So I'm not the only one who doesn't like this setup. I know that even if they don't say what they are talking about it is really obvious that they are planning the future for us. That they reconcile us. "Same here. I never wanted this kind of set up." I answered him. Because even I don't like it. I already told myself that if I was given the opportunity to get married at the right time and opportunity. I wanted it to be for the man that I truly love. Not this kind of marriage for convenience. Where is the love there if this happens?

“The auditions are tomorrow. That’s all the songs and notes. Thank you, brother Lord.” I watch them leave and analyse our conversation. It was three months before we got married when the group made fun of me and Amari quit the choir. Isaac’s words about Amari loving me before she was tricked into marrying me are proving to be true. I knew that she had a crush on me, but this is just awesome. “Seriously?” I am snapped out of my thoughts by Isaac who does not look impressed. I completely forgot that he was here. “I am standing right here and you are fantasising about your wife,” he complains.

"It's not even a real wedding!" "Now me I'll do the best I can!" Grief leaked out for a moment with the truth of her desperate state. This would never be a real marriage, and something that would be ruined forever once Eric slid the ring onto her finger. She always dreamed of eternal love, a romantic relationship and lots of children. Instead, she received cold coins and a husband, who politely accepted her. She would be cursed if her sacrifice failed because he was incapable of feigning affection for her parents. She stood on tiptoe and grabbed his biceps. Her nails dug deep into the fabric and dug into his flesh. "You better fix it," she hissed.

Not even a peck. Not that she needed those things more than he needed them, but as someone who had dated her in the past and who had loved her, greetings should better be expressed with intimacy. It was unfortunate he couldn’t marry her because their blood genotype didn’t match. But in retrospect, she didn’t think it was a nice decision to get married to him even if their blood was compatible. She was an undergraduate then and Okocha was only a farmer with less exposure. She could see things differently now with the benefit of hindsight and wouldn’t have considered that move a smart one.

"Willow, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Out of nowhere, my nose started to sting and my eyes welled up with tears. I never imagined I would meet someone who looked at me like I was their whole world. And I certainly never thought that an arranged marriage would lead me to somewhere I felt safe and loved instead of completely miserable. When the officiant asked if I was willing to marry Nathan, I didn't hesitate. I nodded and said yes. The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!"

There is a faint tightening in his jaw when he says it, and I can't tell whether it is the idea of him being the father of my future child, or the fact that I've gotten married to him without ever having known anything about him besides his name and status. “I may be your husband now,” he says, his voice rigid, “but if I wasn’t already clear before, I do not want you. So don’t expect anything romantic from me. Do not expect any love, or loyalty. Do not expect a partner from me.” I keep my face still despite how each word stings. He is simply setting terms, as if outlining another clause from the contract. I should have expected this. He didn't want this marriage either... but there is no rea

“And what about Megan? My daughter left home because Chloe ruined her life.” “You better keep quiet, Josephine,” Felix raised his voice at her while tears streamed down her face. “Megan didn’t want to marry him. Chloe isn’t the only one to blame.” Ruan came back, dragging Chloe against her will down the stairs. She stumbled over her legs and collapsed to her knees, crying out in despair. Chloe didn’t want to marry Ruan. He wasn’t the man she dreamed of walking down the aisle with. The memory of the message she had received just minutes earlier filled her mind. Leonidas was getting married.

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.