Belle Delphine Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Cole announced, beaming with pride. My eyes rounded in surprise. “Her what?” “Her fake boyfriend,” Belle answered, making my gaze turn to her. She wore a grin on her face. Geez! I wasn't expecting that at all. I never thought that she was going to go to the extent of having a fake boyfriend just to show that she had also moved on and found someone better too. “Are they in a contract relationship?” I asked, wondering if I was going to see a real-life love story unfold in front of me.

She muttered, walking over to Harriet, her smile still plastered across her face. “Miss Anderson doesn't mind giving us space to catch up, does she? Besides, you two are just friends, right?” She muttered, making Harriet pause. Friends–fir some reason, she felt that the word was funny. It was unable to describe her current relationship with Rael. Her heart tugged with something unfathomable. Nothing would have prepared her for Delphine's next words. “Since Miss Anderson doesn't have feelings for Rael. I have decided to continue pursuing him, and I hope you can help me too,” Delphine muttered, her smile widening, making Harriet’s breath catch in her throat. Delphine was in love with Rael?

"I am glad that you finally found the right woman that you will spend the rest of your life with. I am proud of you, son." "Thanks, Dad." He replied. "Congratulations, Leo. I am happy for you guys." He told Leo then glanced at her. "Congratulations, Megan." He said. "Thank you, Alfonso. I appreciate." She replied. "But is the wedding not too soon? I mean, just last night you said that you were not ready to get married and now you are suddenly getting married." Delphine observed, she was looking at both of them with suspicious eyes. "I changed my mind. I cannot wait any more, I love Leo and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with him. Besides I received news that my father has gotten

the other girl giggled. Casey bottled up the anger inside her and she dropped her shopping bags in her car trunk. "Hey that's Casey, Zach ex girlfriend" a guy pointed at Casey. "She's beautiful" the other guy commented. "Nah, have you seen Zach's current girlfriend? she's an angel. She's so pretty that she doesn't need make-up but Casey depends on make-up. I wish I am the one dating that angel" the guy stated with dreamy eyes. Casey fumed and she entered her car, if she listen to one more whisper about her, she's sure that she'll lock that person in a cell forever.

“Because I know the girl, she’s our producer, I mean yes she didn’t clarify it to me but I often see Tove at our building with her. It’s producer Belle she’s Tove’s girlfriend” I feel a little bit off knowing that thing, so it’s Belle than whose this Fayre? “Do you think there’s something wrong in here Babe?” I seriously asked Celine, she gulped before nodding at me with a serious face. “Let’s go back there” I whisper and reach for her hands. This is gonna be different! *** Aiden’s point of view “So, you’re his girlfriend?” I sudden ask out of the blue while seating at the couch with Nyla.

Belle had her attention fixed on her food the entire time, and I couldn't stop staring at her. “Are you on a date?” Valerie asked, and the man nodded. “Yes, do you guys know each other?” He looked over at Belle who looked like she was about to say something negative, but I beat her to it. “You can say that.” Valerie wrapped her hands around my waist as if she were trying to prove a point. “I'm sure you already know who he is,” she grinned as she spoke. “This is Zalden, my fiancée and I'm Valerie, the only daughter of…”

one reporter asked. "Yes." "Is it serious?" "Very." "Are you planning to get married?" "That's none of your business." The next day, the headline read: "HOCKEY STAR COLE ASHFORD PLANNING TO MARRY MYSTERY BOYFRIEND." Jay laughed when he saw it. "Mystery boyfriend? I'm not a mystery. I'm just a barista." "You're not just a barista. You're an artist." "An artist who works at a coffee shop."

"Elara, I closed a big deal tonight. Bought some prime steak. Come home early, I'll cook for you. Love you." Seeing that glaring "Love you," my stomach turned. I leaned over a trash can and dry heaved. What an actor. One second he's mourning his "disabled" first love, the next he's playing the devoted fiancé. In the past, I would have replied with joy. Now, my fingers shook as I typed a numb reply: "Busy at the gallery. Be back later." When I got back to our old apartment building in Brooklyn, the black Bentley was already parked on the corner.

Only the goddess knew how long she had been doing this for, and I felt a sinister chill go up my spine. For the first time, an expression other than cool confidence or indifference settled over Xavier’s features. Delphine didn’t take a moment to savour her win. Instead, she dug her heels in even deeper. “Maybe you’re already besotted with her,” she said. “You imagine what life would be like if she were by your side forever.” “That’s not true,” he answered, but there was an edge present in his tone that hinted at the fact that she was getting under his skin.

Soren said smoothly, “I care for Raisel.” His words sounded so real, so natural. His fingers laced with mine, and for a moment, I almost believed them. “I can see that,” Beau Dalton’s voice was cold, his sharp gaze assessing me. His silver hair and slight wrinkles didn’t diminish his handsomeness. I could see where Soren got his looks. “I’m Beau Dalton,” he said, his British accent crisp. “A pleasure to meet you.” “Raisel Miller,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. He took my hand, pressing a kiss to it, his eyes boring into me. I glanced at Soren, who gave me a look that said, Stay calm.