Ashe Fiance Novels & Stories

When the factory director’s son dragged my drunk fiancee into the supply warehouse, I pretended as if I did not see them. I just turned around and walked away. In the past, I had ruined my own future by rushing in and beating the factory director’s son up. I was even framed for stealing the supplies from the warehouse. When the warehouse keeper came over with the police officers, my fiancee deliberately ripped her own clothes. She cried and said that she came with the director to stop me from committing the crime, but I beat her up and even defiled her. Everyone despised me, and I became a criminal. My fiancee’s parents could not bear the rumors, and they forced me to marry her. But that marriage was only the start of a hellish life. She lived like a queen at home, yet she told everyone I was starving her. When she got pregnant, she deliberately pushed her belly against the corner of the table. Then, she stood in the courtyard and cried. She claimed I had abused her, and I wanted to kill my own baby. My parents felt bad for me, so they borrowed money from everyone they knew to get her a job. But when she landed on the job, she framed my father for stealing the steel from the factory. Half a year after my father was imprisoned, he passed away in jail due to an illness. My mother could not bear the stress and fell severely ill. She also passed away soon after. When I was pinned under the collapsed brick wall at the construction site, she did not call for help. Instead, she picked up a brick and smashed it into my head. “If you were not so nosy, Jeremy and I’d have been together already. We wouldn’t have wasted so much time!” My head bled, and I was buried beneath a pile of rubble. When I opened my eyes again, I was at the entrance of the supply warehouse. From inside, I heard my fiancee’s soft, teasing murmurs.

"She will come back," she promised. "She just needs time to sort her head out." "Not her heart?" The dry distinction made Charley wince. "I'm sure she loves you," she persisted. "She's just not ready to commit to marriage." If you just give her time, then I— Black eyebrows with a fascinating silken gloss gave her a curious look. "Are you actually standing there, Miss Jones, suggesting that I should wait for Adelina to sort her head out?" Well, was she? Lifting her chin, "If you love her—yes," she insisted. "Then you are a romantic fool because it is not going to happen." He moved suddenly, straightening away from the desk. "There is a wedding arranged for next Saturday morning, and I intend to make sure that it goes ahead." Without a bride? Charley stared at him. "You mean—you're going to find her and drag her back to marry you?" A silly kind of laugh left her throat at the very image of Adelina being dragged by this man down the church aisle, kicking and screaming. ‘No.’ Reaching behind him, his long fingers picked Adelina's letter up again—this time to fold it with slow, neat precision. "I mean to replace her with someone else."I want reparation for being taken for an idiot, and if that means putting you in Adelina's wedding dress and marrying you in her place, then that is what is going to happen."

Tonight was the Luna ceremony of Michelle Wright, a pure Alpha descendant. The one who personally placed the Luna crown on her head was Ronan Black, the Alpha of the Sacred Wolf Pack, who had shared my bed for five years. And I, reduced to an Omega, stood like an abandoned spirit in the darkest corner of the altar. To humiliate me, Michelle poured the pure Alpha blood that symbolized honor straight over my body. She accused me of being consumed by jealousy, pointing to a wound she had cut with a silver blade. She even fabricated false evidence, claiming I had consorted with rogues and betrayed the pack. As the Stone of Reckoning displayed my name and the order of exile, and the crowd prepared to drag me away, I lifted my gaze. "Ronan, did you ever consider that your precious Luna might be a fraud who stole my bloodline and claimed it as her own?"

Teenager’s love was meant to be like this. All about fairly tales, happy ever after and maybe a beautiful home with him and many more. That was all I think about, it’s what I had believed. Not until the very tales ruined me, humiliated me and left me shattered. I loved him, he ruined me to win a bet. "What do you think that I have feelings for you...?" He let out a chuckle. "I never did, every single moment spent with you has been nothing but a bet, all I wanted was the right opportunity, and now I have it, there's no more pretense.”. Seven years passed, seven years hiding myself and my daughter away, rebuilding every pieces that was broken. But, I have waited seven long years for revenge, and this time i plans to make Michael pay for everything he did. But revenge becomes far more complicated when the past refuses to stay buried… and the feelings i thought had turned to ashes begin to burn again.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Kitten,” he warned, his eyes cold as he watched her hand slowly trace his exposed abs. The corner of her lips quirked up, and then she leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and then lapped at his ear slowly and sensually. In a split second, she was flipped over and then pinned to the wall. “You asked for this, Kitten.” His emotionless face finally changed as he revealed a scorching gaze that surprised her. She wanted to protest, but it became a gasp when she realized his hand had crept beneath her gown. His hand began to move, and her gasp soon changed into moans. His other hand had never let her neck go as he squeezed tighter. “That’s right! That is what I want to hear. Since you asked for it, I’ll make you moan till your voice is no more and you have reached your limit. Even then, I won’t stop.” Jasmine was plus-sized, but she was happy because she had a fiance who she believed loved her, a step-sister who could die for her, and loved ones who treated her like a princess. Well, that all changes when her fiancee dumps her at the altar after body shaming and scamming her of all she had. To worsen things, she finds him in bed with her step-sister. Left with no one, as even those she believed to be her loved ones deserted her, she supposedly committed suicide. Three years later, she turns up at her step-sister’s and ex-fiance’s wedding, looking astonishingly different. As if that weren’t enough shock, she suddenly declares that she isn’t back for her ex-fiancee but his gorgeous hunk of a father. And to their utter disbelief, he accepts her proposal.

After being blackmailed by Mr. Stone to leave his son, Asher, Samantha vows to make a life for herself by becoming successful. Six years later, Asher pops back into her life and now the can of worms are out. Asher finds out about Melody, his secret daughter whom he had with Samantha six years ago. Asher must now face the truth about why the love of his life disappeared without a trace and is now named Kimberly Norman. Samantha must be bold to yet again face the notorious Mr. Stone, and the two lovers find a way to be together again despite all the plans of Mr. Stone. To what lengths with Mr. Stone go to? Will the two be able to protect each other in the end? Will they be given a second chance at love?

Ophelia Cole thought she knew how her life would go; marry Luca Dawson, the boy she’d loved since childhood, and finally have the future she’d waited for. But when she visits him in rehab, Luca looks her in the eye and tells her the truth: he doesn’t love her anymore… and he loves someone else. Shattered, Ophelia tries to rebuild herself while staying close to the family that has always felt like home. But closeness brings complication, especially in the form of Damian Dawson, Luca’s older brother. Quiet where Luca was loud, controlled where Luca was reckless, Damian becomes an unexpected comfort in her heartbreak. A stolen glance. A moment held too long. A chemistry she shouldn’t feel. Ophelia knows falling for Damian is forbidden. Damian knows wanting her is wrong. But heartbreak makes her vulnerable, and years of hidden feelings make him dangerous. And when Luca returns, regretful and wanting her back— Ophelia finds herself caught between the man she thought she’d love forever… and the brother she was never meant to want.

After being abroad for half a year, I went back home to see my fiancee. However, I was stopped at a parking lot by a random man yelling at me. I tried to shrug him off, but he arrogantly retorted, “Don’t you know who I am? Vanessa Whitecastle is my wife. If you’re smart, you’ll do what I say.” I stood in place and looked at him. Then, I made a phone call, “Are you seeing another man, Vanessa?”

Two shots ring. One dies with confusion, regret, and guilt. The other is left with hatred, pain, unresolved feelings, and shattered trust. When great power clashes with an equally great power, an overwhelming explosion is imminent, and many people are bound to get hurt. Especially those at the very center of the explosion, like Chen Kamman. When he was barely eighteen, he had to deal with the pain of losing two of the most important people in his life, taking over his father's dynasty, and fighting to maintain the Chen family's control in one of the deadliest mafia organizations in the world. Years later, he has made history, becoming the youngest cartel leader to ever dominate the system. After all he has been through, he has grown indifferent to everything: cold-hearted, savage, and impossible to hurt like before. But when Dian Aoki, someone he thought he had killed, appears in his life ten years later, everything he has built suddenly comes tumbling to the ground. All the memories and pain he had buried deep within him come floating to the surface, taking him back to the starting point again. The appearance of this person equally causes a major stir in the entire organization. Their very presence threatens to overturn the entire system and Chen Kamman's world.

There is an unwritten rule among Saphira's elite. If a new lover wants to become acknowledged as a man's official girlfriend, the previous girlfriend must publicly remove the bracelet that symbolizes her status and personally place it on the new woman's wrist. The day Wayne Seyfried brings Ingrid Bacon home, the entire elite circle waits in anticipation to see me cause a scene. I have stayed by Wayne's side loyally for seven years. For the sake of getting that bracelet, I once kneeled in the Seyfrieds' private chapel for three days. I have also taken a stab from a military bayonet for Wayne. Everyone is certain that I would never give up my position willingly. But when Ingrid, who is clad in a custom gown worth millions, shyly extends her hand to me, I do not argue or make a scene. Instead, I calmly remove the bracelet and slip it onto her wrist. Swirling a glass of red wine, Wayne looks at me with eyes full of arrogance and satisfaction. He says, "You finally know your place, Hillary. It's good that you know where you stand." I lower my head and look at my bare wrist without saying a word. Wayne is clueless. He doesn't know that I have recovered all the memories I lost a month ago. I am the long-lost daughter of the Lachlan family, the wealthiest family in Grandor, who has been missing for seven years. In three days, my older brother's private fleet of jets will arrive in Saphira to take me home.