Matchmaker 2 の小説・ストーリー

Considering Gideon's background and looks, she genuinely felt that the two of them would make a perfect match if they actually got together. Naturally, she was happy to play matchmaker. "If you like him, be with him. If you don't, just keep feigning ignorance and keep up the act. Spend enough time together, and feelings might develop. Then boom—this fake thing will turn into the real deal." "Don't both options end with us getting together?" "Exactly. I'm only pushing for this because it's Gideon. If it were anyone else, I doubt they'd have my seal of approval. I would never advise you to pick up trash."

Countless moments of joy and fluttering excitement. He would always stand at the forefront of her life, and she was willing to light the long road ahead for him in return. Nick drew her back into his arms, holding her as if she were something precious. He took two steps forward, then stopped. His gaze flicked back to Lauren. As if recalling something, he added, "Madam, in all your life, have you ever understood what being truly well matched means? "It's not about status or background. It's about capability, character, and shared values. It's about souls that resonate and recognize each other.

I brushed my sweaty face with my hands, shaking my head, they will have to wait. “Who is this person?” I asked anyway. “A Mick Zervas…” I couldn't guess if I'd heard of him before or seen him. My uncle had sent me the list of the eight investors without any introductions. He'd intentionally left me to wander and settle them by myself. “He owns one of the best booming matchmaking companies in Australia.” Rosie explained. “A matchmaking company again, damn it in Australia.” Oliver groaned from his file to look at the window, lost in thoughts.

Aphrodite: I sat at my desk, my fingers flying across the keyboard, as I worked on the latest updates for our matchmaking app, aiming to make everything much more sophisticated. It had taken me almost a year to design the app and another month to upgrade it, but finally, I was almost done. Seeing the results, I knew it was all worth it.

I gave Claire, my assistant, a nod. “Introduce him to Margaret,” I said. “They’ll hit it off.” Claire moved quickly, and soon, I could see the two of them laughing, comfortably chatting. It felt good knowing I was helping people find real connections. I was building something meaningful now. It was time for my speech, and I had so much to say. In just three years, I had done this. Two months after my divorce, I had met a wealthy, influential widow who was struggling to find true love amidst the gold diggers who swarmed her. She was impressed with my wisdom, and she hired me as a personal matchmaker. It was a success, and the referrals swarmed in. In a few months, with her help I moved back t

Marigold, her personal maid, brought over a small gold bowl and carefully drew a single drop of blood. "I swear, I hope this one really is my ninth daughter, so I never have to prick myself again." "Heaven willing, Momma, this will be your ninth daughter for real." Everyone at Griffith Manor already knew there were supposed to be nine daughters coming home. With me, that made ten—my mother liked to say I completed the set, her perfect ten. When the first "real heiress" came home, her blood matched both parents', and the three of them had wept in each other's arms with joy.

I wanted to keep the secret of the mate bond a little longer, so it wouldn’t be tainted by others' thoughts and feelings, so I provided a half-truth instead. “I don’t know if you know this but my dad lost his fucking mind and decided to hold a game which he calls ‘The Mating Game’ where Miles and Orion have been competing for my hand in marriage. They had to come back for this meeting with you so they brought me along to meet the pack since I’m going to be a wife to one of them.” “More like both,” Lex purred with a sultry snicker. “Don’t get me started with you. We will discuss what just happened later,” I shot back my reprimand.

Breeding. The little red warning popped up: EXTREME MATCH ONLY. He clicked confirm before he could chicken out. Username: prettyboy21. Profile pic: an over the top, seductive picture of his mouth, glossy and bitten red. Then the matching began, after a few seconds the result came. He matched with only one person. Username: Obsidian. No photo, age or bio. A shiver ran down his spine. Was he really about to match a stranger who could be a serial killer or worse, someone that knows him. Lennon didn't know which scenario was worse.