David Goggins Fiance Novels & Stories

… but he was still my husband. “Mara!” I looked up. Andrea called out, gliding toward me, Camille beside her. And then… My breath caught. David. Standing next to her, smiling faintly. My ex boyfriend before i had married Philip. The man who once promised me forever. “I didn’t think you’d come,” Andrea chirped. “Anyways, meet David, my fiancé. David, this is my sister-in-law, Mara.” Her hand curled possessively over his arm. My gaze dropped to the ring on her finger, the same ring he once bought for me.

I was glad he kept to his promise. I twisted my lips. “Irisflor' was a combination of Iris's- his late sister name and my name; so cool, right? And Reid, he's still not ready to settle down with a lady. 'Marriage is very stressful' I rolled my eyes at his common words. But lately, he has got his eyes on Grace- my personal assistant. Well… I would be glad if they could make things happen. Grace is such a good and smart girl. David got engaged with the woman of her dreams two months back- I'm happy for him too.

After that, without so much as a glance back, he scooped her up in his arms and strode off. As he carried her off, she turned and shot me a triumphant smile, her red lips curling in victory. Just like that, David dragged me back into the private room. "How dare you call for Mr. Grant, you bitch!" He laughed cruelly as he yanked at my clothes. "His fiancee is Yasmin Beech. Who do you think you are? You thought you'd catch his eye with a couple of drinks?" I fought back with all I had, shouting, "I'm Timothy's wife, David! Touch me, and he'll ruin you in this industry! Try me if you don't believe me!"

Liam replied. "Hm, okay. Just send me the place and time, I'll make time," David said. "Okay," Liam's voice sounded cheerful. "Err, Dave, do you have a girlfriend? I heard you're getting engaged to Hailey Adam? You didn't tell me anything about that." "No," David replied firmly. "I'll tell you later." "Good. I look forward to seeing you again, bro." David ended the conversation with Liam and hugged me tightly. He looked nervous and upset.

We walked out together. Microphones clustered on the podium. Flashes intensified. I stepped up. Voice steady. “Thank you for coming. Recent rumors have questioned my relationship with David Kane. Let me be clear: David is my fiancé. Our relationship is real. Not bought. Not staged. It’s private, but since my family seems intent on making it public, here we are.” Murmurs rippled. A reporter shouted: “Sources say he’s a contractor you hired!” I met her eyes. “Sources lie. David is a contractor—successful one. We met through business. Fell in love. Simple as that.”

David says and Aless nods. "Well, this is my wife, Reagan." David says introducing the beautiful woman next to him. "Finally married." Aless says with sarcasm laced in his tome. She smiles and shakes Aless's hand, lingering longer than need. He pulls away, looking very uncomfortable. "This is my girlfriend, Kera. Baby, David is a friend of mine from business school." Aless says and I smile. "Nice to meet you." I say and he grabs my hand, kissing the top of it. "The pleasure is all mine." He says and I force a smile.

My stomach dropped through the floor. "I don't know," I whispered. She didn't need to say it. I already knew. I sat in that hut for a long time after she left, one hand pressed flat against my stomach, and something strange happened. Under all the fear, under the shame that wasn't even mine to carry, there was a small fierce heat starting to burn. A child. Mine. Not Priya's, not Marisol's, not anybody's to slap or shame or throw scraps at. That night I heard the news from two omegas gossiping outside my curtain wall. The engagement announcement had been moved up. Kian and Priya, official within the month.

Melissa said. "Avery? Who is Avery?" David asked. "Oh, come on. The woman you married today?" "How do you know her name?" David questioned suspiciously. "I have my sources. Please, don't contact me again. My priority right now is my baby, and I don't need any additional stress in my life. Goodbye..." Melissa said and the line went dead, leaving David reeling in disbelief and heartache. He crumpled to the ground, a mix of tears and smoke clouding his vision, as he tried to process the devastating reality of his shattered relationship.

Excitement surged through his parents, prompting them to abandon their tasks and rush to the hospital to meet his partner. "What's the situation with your fiancee?" they asked. Logan solemnly replied, "Dad, Mom, have a seat. Let me talk to you first. Don't startle her." - In the garden. Logan's parents sat, and he brought two cups of coffee from the vending machine. "Dad, Mom, my fiancee is Esther Quill," he said. Logan's parents, perplexed, asked, "Oliver's niece? Bradley's ex-wife? Isn't she deceased?"

AVA The day I married Colton Sinclair, no one was bleeding. No one was running. No one was lying. There were no contracts hidden beneath flowers, no security threats disguised as guests, no cameras waiting to turn love into evidence. Just Liliane’s garden dressed in white roses, soft gold light spilling over the greenhouse glass, and the people who had become mine. David stood beside me at the entrance to the aisle, his arm looped through mine with exaggerated seriousness. “You okay?” he whispered.