Engagement Quotes

On the day of my wedding gown fitting, a stranger burst into the VIP suite and stabbed me with a knife. “You think you deserve a dress this expensive after stealing someone else’s man?” She tore at the delicate fabric of my skirt. Then, with a twisted smile, she hurled a bottle of acid at me. The blade was buried in my lower abdomen. The pain drove me to my knees. She grabbed my hair and yanked my head up. “Gerald’s my husband! What are you? You’re nothing but a mistress who can’t even be seen with him in public!” Blood dripped down my fingers. That was when it finally sank in. The man I had been with for seven years had been keeping another woman by his side. “What’re you staring at? Even if I kill you, with my husband’s influence, no one will dare touch me!” Staring at her smug face, I pulled out my phone with hands slicked in blood and called my brother. “Matt…” My voice was unnervingly calm. “Come pick me up at the bridal shop. And please inform the Hoover family that the engagement is off.”

On the night of her 23rd birthday, Nova's world shatters when she learns that her father has arranged her engagement without her consent to Henry, the heir of a billionaire family, a man she barely knows. Feeling trapped and betrayed, she makes a desperate escape, running from the life that others have chosen for her. With her father’s guards closing in, Nova takes a chance and slips into the first car she finds outside the mansion. But her gamble lands her face-to-face with Bentley Sterling, the cold and enigmatic CEO of Sterling Incorporation, a man notorious for his indifference to emotional attachments. Bentley has no interest in saving a runaway heiress, but when Nova offers a bold proposition, her personal services in exchange for his protection, he reluctantly agrees. As his live-in assistant, she endures his impossible demands and distant demeanor, but beneath his ruthless exterior, something unexpected begins to unravel. What starts as a transaction turns into something deeper, something Bentley wanted; desire, vulnerability, and a love he doesn't know how to handle. Will Bentley and Nova fight for their love or we will they allow external forces tear them apart?

My name is Susan, and I'm the daughter of the Dark Moon Pack's Alpha. Per tradition, I was betrothed to Daniel, the crown prince of South Dania and the future Alpha King, to become his Luna Queen. However, he had been postponing our Marking Ceremony repeatedly, using the excuse that he wanted his coronation first. I thought he was simply being prudent, until I witnessed him proposing to another she-wolf, telling her that she was the one he truly wanted. He was even laughing about the engagement, calling it a necessary tool. Understanding that, I realized that he never formed the mate bond with me because he needed the freedom for adultery and not suffer the pain of backlash in treachery. He wouldn't acknowledge my status, but insisted that I fulfill my spousal obligations nonetheless. He didn't Mark me, while keeping me tangled in his web of lies. I hence decided to disappear in three days under the new moon, when everyone would be waiting to witness our Marking. I wanted to show him that not every wolf was willing to be a tool.

When the arrogant and ruthless billionaire and mafia king, Dante Russo and the daughter of a dubious mogul, Vivian Lau enter into a marriage arrangement under duress, orchestrated by a blackmail scheme that threatens Dante's position, Dante is furious. But he has to to protect his reputation and his brother's life. Dante is ruthless and arrogant, initially determined to end the engagement and destroy Vivian's father's company. Vivian, while outwardly compliant and ambitious, finds herself falling for her new husband, which complicates her life and plans. The story follows Vivian's journey from a dutiful daughter to a strong-willed woman who finds her own voice and learns to assert her own desires and boundaries. Dante, through his interactions with Vivian, begins to let his guard down and develops genuine feelings for her. But what happens when there is another scheme that threatens Dante's position and holds more risk and promise of death for his family. Someone is determined to destroy the Russo family, and Vivian stands in his way. And he is more than determined to do anything to bring the Russo empire down, even if it means fulfilling Vivian's death wish...

In the third year of my engagement to Jack, he found himself a pureblooded, sharp-fanged huntress up in the Northern Territory. The night before my birthday, he brought her to me—just to call off the bond. He looked at me, cold and distant. “Bethel and I both live for the thrill of the night hunt. You're just a greenhouse wolf—soft and sheltered. You’ll never get what makes it all so addictive.” I asked, holding back the hurt, “Did it really have to be today?” He chuckled, “Did breaking a bond require a date on the calendar?” I nodded without arguing. But the next month, we ended up in the same Blood Moon Trial up north. What he didn’t know was—I tasted the rush of the hunt, the heat of blood, and got the champion long before he even came of age. Later, on his birthday, I sealed a life bond with another powerful wolf. He looked at me, red-eyed and hoarse, voice barely his, “Did it have to be today?” I smiled back, “Life bonds need good omens. The moon’s just right tonight.”

On the day the true heiress and I swapped places, my childhood sweetheart, bound to me by a promise made in youth, gripped my hand before our families and declared, "I chose you, not your title." Anna Pedersen, tears brimming in her eyes, enveloped me in a trembling embrace. "Joanne, we'll always be family. I'd never take what's rightfully yours." Everyone assumed I'd turned misfortune into fortune. Though I lost my status as the Pedersen heiress, I gained a steadfast lover and a selfless sister. But three years after fate corrected itself, photos of Calvin Thomas escorting Anna to a prenatal checkup flooded the internet. When I confronted him, he exhaled a plume of smoke and said coolly, "Anna is my true betrothed. This is just setting things right. Why are you so worked up?" He seized my wrist and dragged our engraved engagement ring across the back of my hand, leaving a bloody gash. "This scar will remind you of the twenty years of life you stole. Your life and I belong to their rightful owner."

“You hate me, don’t you?” Dante murmured, lips ghosting over mine in slow torture. “More than anything.” “Good.” The smirk on his face was sickening. “It’ll make it that much sweeter when you beg me to ruin you.” _ To escape a marriage to a tyrant, Amara Vitale makes a reckless bargain with a devil she’s hated all her life. Dante DeLaurentis. Her rival since childhood, sworn enemy to her family, and the man who would burn down whatever stood in his path to ash if it meant getting what he wants. The plan is simple: A fake engagement to save her from her father’s brutal alliance. But every lie they tell themselves, every kiss they fake, and every dangerous night in his world blurs the line between pretense and obsession. Soon, her greatest enemy becomes her fiercest protector, but also the man who could break her heart or ruin her family forever. In a world where blood and betrayal rule, love isn’t something she can afford. When enemies threaten to ruin everything she holds dear, Amara must decide if surrendering to Dante will save her…or destroy her completely.

Isa si Evangeline 'Eva' Cuestas sa mga kasisikat pa lamang na actress at model sa bansa. Pinangangalagaan niya ng maigi ang kanyang karera dahil bukod sa pinaghirapan niyang makamtan ang kalagayan niya ngayon ay pakiramdam din niya ay roon lamang siya magaling. Subalit nang dahil sa kataksilan ng kanyang fiance sa mismong araw ng kanilang official engagement party, gumuho ang lahat. Dahil sa labis na kalungkutan at pighati, basta na lamang nakipagsiping si Eva sa hindi kilalang lalaki. little did she know, na ang lalaking kanyang naka-sex ay walang iba kung hindi si Alas Constantine Fuegerro, isang tanyag na abogado sa bansa. Kilala niya ito na isang mayabang, arogante at babaero. Sa pagtatagpo ng kanilang landas, magbabago ba ang tingin niya sa lalaki? Paano kung may bagay siyang gagawin dahilan upang mas magtagal pa ang kanilang ugnayan? Higit pa kaya sa init ng katawan ang kanilang mararamdaman para sa isa't isa?

When Victoria Hale catches her fiancé kissing her cousin at their engagement party, the betrayal is only the beginning. In front of her entire family, he announces he never loved her and publicly humiliates her as delusional and desperate. Cornered and broken, Victoria makes an impulsive lie: she already has someone else. The problem? She points to Simon Reed, the mysterious homeless man she's been feeding at the local shelter. The bigger problem? Simon plays along. What Victoria doesn't know is that Simon Reed doesn't exist. He's actually Simon Savage, billionaire CEO hiding from a corporate betrayal that nearly destroyed him. Their courthouse wedding was supposed to be temporary, a favor to help her save face. But fake vows start feeling real. Protective touches linger too long. And Victoria's vengeful ex is digging into Simon's past, getting dangerously close to the truth. When Simon's identity explodes at a charity gala, Victoria realizes she hasn't just married a stranger. She's married one of the most powerful men in the world. And he might be the only man who's ever truly seen her.

Nine years into my "non-cohabiting partnership" with Simon, his father passed away. The first condition in his will was simple: Simon and Ella had to conceive a child. On the day the child turned one month old, Simon would inherit his father's fortune. Simon told me this himself—the night I walked in on them tangled in our bed. Afterward, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, he murmured, "Lily, just wait a little longer. Once I get the inheritance, I'll marry you." But he went back on his word. From then on, every time Simon planned to meet Ella at our house, he would hang a string of bells on the door. Since his father's passing, those bells had chimed ninety-nine times. After the ninety-ninth, the news arrived—Ella was pregnant, and their engagement party was set. My daughter saw the invitation, hesitated, then softly asked, "Mom, is Daddy's name on this?" I forced a smile and gently smoothed her messy hair into a neat ponytail. "Daddy is marrying the one he loves," I said. "And I'm taking you home." Simon never understood—I never cared about that marriage certificate.