A Very Long Engagement Novel Novels & Stories

Should I just embrace him back? The kiss just felt too long and eventually, I just circled my arms around his neck, clinging to it so my body won't fall. Our night ended just like how it usually did on a normal night, lovemaking in bed. The clock on the wall showed past four but I was still wide awakened. Ricky had long been in deep sleep after the sex. Whilst I still couldn't stop thinking of the fact that I am now officially engaged to the Godfather of the Mafia world and we were getting married in a month. Why did my heart feel so heavy to accept this?

"Anyway! That's why I couldn't go on a date! I have, um…a doctor's appointment! Yeah! Gotta—gotta take care of my…my condition!" Jacob still stared, his face a mix of confusion and concern. Shit. He wasn't buying it. I had to do better. I exhaled roughly, switching gears. "Actually—wait! I'm engaged!" Jacob's jaw dropped. "Engaged?!" "Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically. "To a mysterious foreign prince! He—he lives in…uh…Antarctica!" "…Antarctica?" "Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!"

“Tonight.” “Tonight?” “The gala.” Eden swallowed. “You’re introducing me as your fiancée tonight?” Cassian’s gaze didn’t waver. “Correct.” “That wasn’t part of the plan.” He took her hand—warm, firm, and surprisingly gentle. “Plans change.” She snatched her hand back. “People don’t just ‘become’ engaged in twenty-four hours.” “In this city, they do.” Eden folded her arms across her chest. “This is too fast. Too risky.”

CHAPTER 31 •AURORA’S POV• THE ENGAGEMENT PARTY My nerves were so on edge at the moment, I could feel my body shaking badly due to the fact I wasn’t used to a lot of people or crowds but then again, today was my engagement party and a lot of people were in attendance. From Matteo’s extended family, fellow mafia group members and other close mafia allies, it was bustling with people which I found uncomfortable. I wore a red YSL gown that had slit up until my thigh, it was hand a string to the neck letting me tie it upwards and the back was open down up to my waist leaving my back bare for all to see.

"What do you want from me?" Her answer came in a breathy confession. “It’s been so long since I had a cock inside my cunt. I’m starving for it, almost dying for you to take me.” I smiled and didn’t even bother to hide it. My teeth gleamed in the dark, reveling in her admission. “But I heard you’re engaged,” I said coolly. “Your wedding to Edward Johnson is tomorrow, isn’t it? Two years of dating... and still no sex?” I brought my wrist to her lips, caressing just below them, ensuring my watch faced her. A quiet message. A clock ticking down.

After gaping at each other for a while he pulled me back down flat on the bed and in his arms. “I think you’re probably the only woman to get engaged and not want to immediately look at her ring,” he said. My left hand was currently underneath me and I had several times already rubbed my thumb over it to know it was a large stone. The real test was going to be whether it was gold or silver … I hated gold, I thought it looked like it was for older ladies. “Well most women don’t get engaged 24 hours after meeting someone, and then have said someone immediately begin distracting them with their dick.”

An enclosed alcove branching off the hallway gives us privacy, though the muffled noise of guests filters through the marble walls. Roman waits for me to say something. I reach into my dress and pull out the engagement itinerary—the one I was going through in the library days ago. I shove it against his chest. His brows knit. “What’s this?” “Page eight.” My voice is tight. “Minimizing scandal… maximizing unity…” My finger jabs the line I have memorized. “And this.” He reads it. "An heir is expected within the first year of marriage." His jaw tightens.

On the inner one, where I had been — three meters from him, closer than I'd sat in the first year, closer than I'd intended in the second, closer than any reasonable distance that could be maintained between two people who had already, somewhere in the accumulated evenings of four years, made a decision that neither of us had stated out loud. I set the geomun'go in my lap. Did not play. He did not speak. The night held us both. Cold. Patient. Entirely without mercy. And in the servants' wing, three corridors away, Lena was telling the kitchen girls that the engagement announcement was expected within the week — that the Ming Emperor's representative had already arrived, that the Second Princ

Elowen’s POV The metallic chirp of the lock had echoed like a gunshot in the dark, but the word Killian had left behind was the real weapon. Engagement. I hadn't slept a single wink. I had spent the remaining hours of the night pacing the cold floorboards of the suite, my body still exhausted from the physical toll of the previous days, but my mind racing too fast to quiet down. An engagement wasn't a corporate takeover. It wasn't a hostile acquisition. It was a public, permanent binding of our names—the exact opposite of the quiet, transactional debt I had signed up for.

' Camellia exclaimed, raising her hand to strike Alexa again but she caught Camellia's hand this time and twisted it before flinging it away and Camellia had to groan in pain. 'And you are not my better. I have always been better than you in everyway!' she said confidently, looking Camellia straight in the eye. 'And by the way, an engagement is not a marriage and engagements can be broken. Alexa continued. 'You have been engaged for how long?' she asked intentionally, pausing to think. 'Oh, yes, over five years now and he has still not married you and you think you are still going to be his bride. Dreamer!' she spat. 'Have you ever wondered why? I doubt, because you are too daft to contempla