Ashe Fiance Novels & Stories

Again and again, since when did Ashton also like man-made stuff? "Your wife is coming." Ashton turned to the entrance, Aphrodite came with Rhince and Ashley. Ashley took Aphrodite's hand, and they looked closer than ever. This time, Ashley is wearing the petunia dress she talked to me about. Turns out she started to open her heart to Gael, while I'm here... I don't know what I did was right for Aphrodite?

Before Amara could respond, Asher stepped forward, his hand resting on the girl's shoulder, a proud smile on his face as he scanned the crowd, his gaze lingering on me. “Everyone, no need for whispers,” he announced, his voice carrying easily over the murmurs. “This is Aaliyah, my fiancée. We’ll be married soon.” Unlike me, Asher's announcement was met with a loud cheer. He glanced over the crowd, his eyes finally resting on me, his face unreadable. Then, his gaze shifted back to Aaliyah, and his hand slid to the small of her back as he leaned in to kiss her. I felt a sting deep in my chest, a familiar ache I’d thought I could handle. But as I watched him tilt his head closer to hers, I knew

He was to be married to Mava Presley. “No’, he told Yu Zhen and glared at Ashley. He didn’t know what plan she had influenced his sister to concoct but he had to let her know that it would absolutely not work on him. “Yes, you annoying brat”, Ashley exclaimed tiredly. Now she knew what Ian must have felt when she denied the fact that they were blatantly married. Her first instinct was to clobber the man on the head with a baseball bat, maybe it would sort out his memories. “Brat?! You-”

she simpers, “Who is this bitch?” Asher clears his throat, trying to gently move her away from him, but she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him noisily, before melting into his side and wrapping his arm around her waist. “Caterina, this is Emmeline,” he says uncomfortably. “Emmeline, this is my fiancé, Caterina.” She glares at me, “His fiancé,” she repeats, “And soon to be wife.” I shouldn’t care that he’s engaged again, but it hurts.

"Who is he? your fiancee?" "He is-" "He is Asher Evans, yeah that's me, I am her fiance!" Asher declared cutting Joan off. Joan turned behind her as she heard Asher's voice, she pondered how he found her. Asher walked the short distance between himself and the two pairs of eyes watching him. He brought himself before Joan, staring at teary eyes he wiped the few drops staining her face. "Here you are darling, been looking all over for you, ya know?" Asher said inching his face towards Joan's, his hands on her waist.

Even her eyes widened in wonder at the state of her best friend. "Well, that's a small part of the story. The big part of the story is that I'm married to a stranger. His name is Asher." Valencia said with a forced grin. Raisa widened her eyes, "What! Are you married to Mr. Asher? Mr. Asher from Stanford State, who entered the top 50 largest companies in Either Continent? Oh my God, are you kidding me?" Raisa said enthusiastically. She released her hug and looked at Valen carefully.

He started eating again while studying everything about me and I feel uneasy about it. "Will you stop staring at me! Tell ne now!", I yelled at him and he finally told me about it. " You know it's hard to believe but Asher has a girlfriend and they're engaged. How can he likes you when he's head over heels for his fiance, namely Maggie." I still smiled at him for not meeting up with the team but this is important. I need to act cool like I always did.

“We’ll discuss the wedding date soon.” The Coles nodded, standing as well. Asher moved first, his long strides bringing him in front of me before I could even process it. He extended a hand. “Well, fiancée,” he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. “It looks like you’re stuck with me.” I hesitated for only a second before slipping my hand into his. His grip was warm, firm—stronger than I expected. I met his gaze head-on. “We’ll see who’s really stuck with who, Mr. Cole.”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath, her expression a mix of rage and heartbreak. "What the hell is going on?" I muttered, adjusting my sunglasses back onto my face. "And who the hell are you?" Ashley glared at me, her hands clenched into tight fists. “Don’t play dumb with me, you homewrecker!” she spat, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and emotion. “How dare you show your face here with my fiancé?” Fiancé? I blinked, realization dawning on me. Oh, this was rich. Mason has a fiancée? And she thinks I’m Ava. This just keeps getting better. I bit back a grin, amused at the unexpected twist.

He was smirking at her, leading her on at the most inappropriate place. She couldn't protest though, just do what she was supposed to, try as hard as she could not to think on his words, or imagine how badly she wanted it to come true. She moved awkwardly with him, unsure if she was supposed to smile at everyone or look at them like they couldn't get on the ground she walked on, like a few of them were regarding her. "This is Anne, my fiancee," Asher said to a beautifully dressed older woman. Her eyes popped open when his words sank in.