An Unexpected Engagement Novels & Stories

Megan had the sinigang and some rice, while Rena had a bowl of cereal and a medium-size saucer with some beef adobo. Uncle Mido is part of the Were council. I wonder if he knows dad is dead. Rena and Megan’s dad have been friends since they were in high school, and have been ever since. Serena always thought of her uncle Mido as her second dad, and she knew that he would be devastated by their demise. “How long have you known about the Weres?” Nuru asked. “Ever since I was in high school.” she looked at Serena apologetically it was clear that it was hard for her to keep the secret. “I wanted to tell you so many times but I was afraid that you will leave me.

My lips parted as my memories became even clearer about what happened on the cruise ship where Kairos and I were reunited after several years. That's impossible, how can we be engaged now? How did it happen? What kind of fucking scheme is this? On cue to my realization, my phone rang, and an unregistered number popped on my phone screen. "How's your Saturday night going, fiance?" said the familiar voice of the man I wanted to curse. "What did you fucking do huh? How did we end up engaged? And really? A business merge with my family business?" I asked him from the other line but he suddenly ended the call with an event waiting for me. I don't have time to call him back.

You have a big day tomorrow—checking out the apartment and surviving another day with your mysterious little charge. ---------------------------

Settling onto the couch, I wrapped my hands around a steaming mug of chamomile tea, the warmth a stark contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my head. The meeting with Liam Harrington had been nothing short of surreal. There I was, expecting a straightforward business discussion, and instead, I got a plot twist worthy of a daytime drama. A fake engagement? Really? If I hadn't signed that non-disclosure agreement with my own hand, I'd have thought it was some elaborate prank.

My thumb hovers over the channel button - until one word stops me cold. "Engagement." The reporter's voice is all polished bullshit: "Alex Monreau and his longtime assistant Jane Foster have announced their engagement. The CEO claims his divorce was amicable, with both parties pursuing happiness." My fingers tighten around the remote. Amicable? Happiness? I almost laugh. Almost. But there's nothing. No anger. No hurt. Just...emptiness. I kill the TV with a sharp click. Rolin's voice cuts through the sudden quiet. "What do you want?"

The screen held me face and his side by side like it had always been that way. “Engaged?” “Killian Wolfe Shocks Business World With Surprise Engagement.” “Insiders Confirm: It’s Not Just a Fling.” I stared at the screen What engagement? Surprise? Yes that was for sure, I was surprised because there was even an engagement party. A fling? Where was the news coming from? I sat there, just still I didn't know what to say, I didn't know where to start, I didn't even know that I was holding my breath

"About that expensive dinner you were planning to make." "What about it?" "Do you believe it will last until tomorrow? Because truffle oil isn't the only thing I have in mind for how we should celebrate our engagement." Max grinned instantly and nefariously. "Rain check on the lobster?" "Definitely rain check on the lobster." Grace reflected on the surprising routes that had brought them to this point as they made their way to their bedroom, abandoning the meticulously organized romantic supper in favor of something far more direct and intimate. She had been a lady seeking temporary housing eighteen months prior, fearful of commitment. Max had been a man who believed that love was a luxury h

The offer, simple as it sounded, carried something almost foreign—like a fragment of normalcy inside a reality that was no longer ordinary. And still… it was tempting. “I’m in,” she replied, a faint smile appearing. “I think it could be… fun.” Adam simply nodded, as if he had expected that answer, and went back to eating with the same controlled calm as always. For a few minutes, the silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t light either; there was something there that never fully disappeared, a constant tension that seemed woven into his very presence. Then the thought surfaced. “Do you have any news about Pedro?” she asked, lifting her gaze again. “I… don’t even know where m

I tried to steady my breathing, but the dread only tightened in my chest. Tomi Rinov’s brows furrowed slightly as he continued. “I also don’t know why he suddenly agreed to attend this banquet. Even though this is only his younger cousin’s engagement, his relationship with the Aprilio family hasn’t been good. He’s never once appeared at any of the family’s grand occasions.”

Anna Anna didn’t know what she expected him to say. Some smooth pickup line, maybe. A cocky smile and vague flattery, the usual kind of bar banter she’d long learned to ignore. But when Michael said, “Because something told me if I didn’t, I’d regret it for the rest of my life,” the words hit something inside her—something unguarded and still healing. She looked down at her glass, stalling. Her fingers tightened slightly around the stem.