After Dating Julian Vance For 6 Years Novels & Stories

“There has simply been a misunderstanding. You are correct that a union is being announced tonight between the King family and the Vance family.” She paused, turning her head slightly to look at Arthur, who gave her a single, slow nod of approval. “But I am not your fiancée.” Julian gasped, backing a step on the stage. “What the hell are you talking about? We’ve been dating for two years! We planned this tonight!” In the background, Chloe’s face had gone pale. Her mouth was slightly open as she clutched her pearl necklace, eyes darting toward the media cameras recording every second of this disaster.

He's the most eligible bachelor in the city and I'm grateful that he's my boyfriend. Our one-year anniversary is next month. We considered celebrating it, but Julian's wedding is on the same day. It's been 6 months since Julian met this mysterious guy and she hasn't even sent me his pictures. Julian relocated to Paris two years ago, and her parents set her up on a blind date. She agreed to the marriage after the first date itself. I'm curious about him now. To get Julian to say yes on the first date, that's a pretty impressive thing to do.

Little wonder I detested anything that had that scent after that day. Vance and I had been dating for a couple of months and he had insisted it was time I met his mother. Surprisingly I was not comfortable with the idea. I thought he was moving too fast and she may not like me. In retrospect, I had been right. “She’s strong-willed, yes, but once she sees how serious I am about you, how smart and beautiful you are, she’ll come around,” he’d said, his arm draped loosely over my shoulders as though his confidence could quell the unease flickering in my eyes. Finally I gave a small nervous nod and he was happy. But I wasn't.

Her hand froze on the cup, then she answered softly, “Okay.” “I’m heading out. Don’t wait up.” He grabbed his coat and left. After that night, he didn’t come back to the penthouse. Not until a few days later, when the family dinner rolled around, did they meet again. Julian sent a driver to pick her up, to get to his office, then they rode together to his uncle Richard’s house. Richard’s wife, Nora, ushered everyone to their seats. Violet ended up beside Marcus’s fiancée, Allison. They were set to marry in three months, yet somehow the two of them felt colder than she and Julian did.

“I know it doesn’t make much sense—” “You’re right,” I cut in, my voice slicing clean through his excuse, and stopping him from embarrassing himself further. I let out a small sneeze. “It doesn’t. “You ended our engagement after ten years, Zane. Ten. Years. Then you got engaged to Becca in less than six months. That’s not love, Zane. You wasted a decade of my life because you were too weak, too selfish, and too goddamn small to face yourself.” He opens his mouth, but I don’t let him.

He hated that she was looking at him like he was nothing more than an annoying speck of dust. He opened his mouth to fire back, but a smooth, deep voice interrupted them from across the lobby. "Zara, darling. Are we ready to go?" Lucian's head snapped toward the voice. Walking toward them was a man who looked like he had just stepped off a European runway. He was tall, with dirty blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. He wore a custom navy suit that fit him perfectly. This was Julian, the Chief Operating Officer of Vance Design. He was Zara's right hand man, her fiercest protector, and to the outside world, her rumored boyfriend.

Vance, a man who had made a career out of fixing the unfixable for the one percent, adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses and looked at them over his leather-bound notebook. ​"It’s good to see you both again," Vance began, his voice a soothing baritone. "The last time we spoke, there was a significant amount of... let’s call it ‘static.’ Julian, you felt Vivienne was drifting. Vivienne, you felt the pressure of the upcoming nuptials was stifling. How are we feeling today?" ​Julian reached over, interlacing his fingers with Vivienne’s. His grip was warm, practiced, and firm—a tactile reminder of the ownership he had asserted after the incident at Chloe’s.

My name is Sophia Lucci, and this is how I catfished my husband and his supposed girlfriend. We had been married for 24 years. Twenty-four years of what I thought was happy. He got everything he wanted. The house he chose. The truck he loved. The vacations he picked. I made sure life ran smoothly so he never had to question comfort. And apparently, comfort made him bored. That’s how I met Vincent. Not in person. On Tinder. Same smile. Same scar on his chin. Same wedding ring conveniently missing.

What the actual hell is going on here that was the only question going on in my head. Ava looked trapped now like she's been cirnered Julian laughed again,that same shocked laugh from before except that this time around it was cold "You weren't my fiancée."He said And the words landed like a bomb,nobody moved not even Sofia. "What?" I whispered. Julian looked at me,then back at Ava. "We dated for six months."He said The entire room froze Six months? not even nengaged? I asked out loud Then why .. "Tell her the truth. Julian said cutting me off

“Vanessa? As in the Vanessa? Your ex—the one who ghosted you for years?” Julian nodded slowly, his jaw tightening. “Yeah, she’s back.” Jason let out a short, disbelieving laugh and shook his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me. After all this time?” Julian swallowed hard, his throat dry. “She wanted to meet me. She said she had something to tell me.” He paused, his fingers curling into fists. “She told me she had a miscarriage after she left.” Jason’s expression shifted. The amusement faded, replaced by something more serious. “Damn,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “And do you believe her?”