A Very Long Engagement Novel Novels & Stories

Father and Mother are throwing a marriage interview isn't it kinda early for that "Ezra asked. "Well yeah but this give me first pick on the handsome prince I want," Novella said with excitement in her eyes. "I guess your right," Ezra giggled. Novella took her Ezra by the arm and then showed her around the ballroom. Novella planned every detail out, so everything was perfect. The banquet was going to start this weekend to last for three days. After talking with her sister, Ezra went upstairs to her room. She found a big bag on her bed with letters inside of them. Prince Van wrote her every day; she read all of them then replied to each one of them. Ezra fell asleep writing the letters at her

The woman he was holding tightly lifted her head, revealing a face identical to mine. It was my twin sister, Leah Ricci. But I hadn't invited her. "You finally came back," Daniel said in a clear voice. It was nothing like his tipsy tone from earlier. He went on, "I arranged to get engaged to Rosalie 18 times. I sent you every single invitation to our engagement banquet... Finally, you decided to show up." My breath caught in my throat. Leah leaned pitifully against Daniel's chest. Her tears and smeared eyeliner dirtied the front of his pristine white suit jacket.

And the part that terrified me most— was that maybe he was becoming mine. *********** By the time the city outside receded into night, the air in the penthouse felt thick and heavy. It ladened with things left unsaid. The image had been there since dawn: Dante’s hand at my back, locking eyes across the gala floor. A harmless moment in real life, scandalous in print. Every newsfeed said it was confirmation of what we had both been pretending — The engagement was real. The City’s Coldest CEO is claiming the Mafia Princess. I saw him where he always was when the world was on fire — by the window, drink in hand as gazed down at the city as if it was his to command.

Thinking about this complicated relationship would only give me a headache, so I decided to drop it for now. "You're such a smooth talker, brother. Now be honest, how many women have you charmed?" I leaned in, waiting for his answer. His eyes almost popped out at my question, his ears burned a soft shade of pink and I had to hold back a laugh. Ohh, I'll tease him more often just to get this reaction from him. But seriously, a man this good with words could only be trouble. If I remember correctly, he already had a fiance. He got engaged at a young age with Lady Antebellum, the daughter of duke Antebellum. From what I've read in the novel, she was smitten by him.

“Let me search this up.” I watched as her fingers flew across the screen, the blue light from her phone showed her excited face in the dark bedroom. “Mmm… there’s almost nothing . Just one old article from years ago.” She scrolled slowly. “Oh wow. It says he’s been engaged since he was a teenager to one Isabella Langford. Like, arranged from when they were kids, but it's known to be a rumor though.” I felt my stomach drop. “From childhood? Wait… did you say Langford?”

I cracked the eggs one-handed, watching the whites turn opaque. "It’s been eight years," Clementine whispered, her voice getting louder with every second. "You gave that man eight years. We weren't even out of high school when you started. And this girl? This Portia? She’s been around for six months. How does he throw away a decade for six months of... whatever she is?" I kept my eyes on the eggs. My hands were perfectly steady. "They’re announcing the engagement tonight." The silence that followed was heavy. Clementine leaned against the counter, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge. "What? Are you sure?"

I asked. “I do. I will let you have them if you agree to a six week engagement.” “You’re kidding!” “No I am not.” He brought out a paper from the folder and handed it to me. “What is this?” I asked taking it. “My offer in writing. Read it.” I read the contract which stated I was to be his fiancée, going to parties, dinners, and all social occasions with him for six weeks, at the end of which he would give me twenty percent of his WilGas shares, in addition to footing all my bills during the six weeks.

She chortled from the other side at my silence. "Russell's. That's my favourite" "I knew that" She huffed, "I am your fiance, Edward" My eyes clenched shut at that and I pinched the bridge of my nose. That's the one thing which always slips my mind. I'm engaged. I'm engaged to my former employee. "I know that" I repeated like a mantra. Even after being engaged for four months it was still not sinking in. "Do you?" She snarled and I could already imagine the frown on her face.

Inside were the results. Numbers. Medical terms. Predictions. But only one line mattered. Estimated remaining time: Eight months. Her fingers trembled slightly as she closed the file. Eight months. Eight months to complete her revenge. Eight months before everything ended. Her lips curved into a faint smile. “That’s enough.” Across the city, Vince Donovan stood in front of the large windows in his penthouse. The skyline stretched endlessly before him, glittering under the night lights. But his mind wasn’t on the city.

Noah who was transparent was slightly affected by the joyful smile at the corner of Cameron lips, as Cameron hugged the three thin books on her arms tightly. She's so beautiful. Noah silently thought, but maybe the young him have a broken head since just after Cameron said those words, sarcasm appeared on the face of his young him as he said, still in a cold and unpleasant voice, "I am engaged to you, in paper. You are my fiancee, in paper. You will just be my wife in name only so there is no need for you to practice with me going home since I will not be home often, so... please I'm begging you, don't be such a leech that can't be taken off from my body and just leave me the fuck alone!" No