Ex Fiance Novels & Stories

Isa he is very weird I don’t know why the hell I’m so angry right now What happened, Lara? Yesterday we… did some things… Omg! Have you lost your virginity? That’s the problem, he told me now that he doesn’t want Hey, I thought he wanted to, you said… Yeah, I thought so, too… Friend, don’t be sad If your fiance released it, you will find someone out there But nobody caught my attention Isa, only him Have you seen the boys at school?

Liam was the one who broke the staring contest, placing a hand on Frema's shoulder and saying, "Aha, sorry, should have done this firsthand. Frem, this is Eve, my fiancee, and Eve, this is Frem Frem, my ex." He was grinning so wide, Frema couldn't settle on what weapon she would use to wipe that smug grin off. They both knew that was a fat lie, but his fiancee didn't, so she glared at Frema like she was competition.. but only for the first few seconds. Frema outstretched her hand for a handshake and Eve took it, speaking first with a hesitant smile,

Enrick’s POV "What do you mean, Enrick?" She said, still not believing my seriousness. "Yes. As I said before. The ring and the yacht, all my clients should know that I have a gorgeous and charming girlfriend," I explained again. I was proud enough to introduce Noella as my fiancée and future wife.

I hide the reality of my son's existence once again by not mentioning it; and instead, I slip in the word ‘fiancé’ to stop him from what he is planning to do. But before I can finish my sentence, he interrupts me. “Going to be engaged? Darling! Why are you doing this… in case you have forgotten it again, then let me remind you! Yes, you are indeed right that you have a fiancé and you are indeed going to marry him. But allow me to refresh your memory, his name is Ethan… Ethan Johnson, and not Mike Houston. So just forget about getting engaged to him, because I am ready to give you this in writing that you are not going to get engaged to him… I won't let it!”

I watched him carefully “Moreover, Ava is not a car. She is not a contract. She is not something you misplaced and suddenly want returned to you.” “She’s my fiancée.” “She was your fiancée.” The correction landed like a slap. Ethan’s face twisted instantly. “No,” he snapped. “No, she’s confused right now because of whatever lies you’ve been feeding her.” His voice lowered dangerously. “I know you. I grew up watching you destroy people, and if you think I’ll stand by and watch you do that same thing to me then you have something else coming.” Something stirred unpleasantly in my chest at those words.

She left my messages unread and didn't even glance my way. On her wedding day, she walked down the aisle in her dress, but I was too insignificant to grab her attention. I called her name, and she didn't pause for me. I watched her exchange rings, watched her smile, and watched as she said, "I do." On my birthday, Enzo asked me what I wanted. I said I just wanted to make a phone call. He laughed softly and asked to whom, and I said, "My fiancee." He shook his head and sighed. "Don, did you forget again? Your fiancee is already married to someone else."

"Two weeks they've been fighting. And in those two weeks, we've been living together, out in the open. He told me I give him a kind of passion he's never felt. His girlfriend only knows how to chase money. She's nothing like the woman he used to love." The comment section was already going off. "She's about to get married and you're the side piece bragging about it?" "Shameless." "If you two can't keep your hands off each other, just make the scumbag dump her. Stop ruining a good woman's life." A low hum filled my head. The past came rushing back all at once. A mentor at work. Two weeks of silence. A fiancée abandoned in the rain on their anniversary. Every detail lined up with me and Ryan.

In the third year after my fiancée, Iris Ford, falls off a cliff during a sketching trip in the mountains, I accidentally walk into her personal art exhibition. The person I have longed for day and night is right there, gently adjusting the scarf of the young man beside her. The walls are covered with portraits she once promises to paint only for me, but every subject of her paintings is that young man. Violet Bardot, Iris' best friend and the one who once helps me handle her funeral affairs, grabs me anxiously. "Graham, don't do anything rash. Iris has her reasons. After Jack Glenwood saved her, she suffered from a head injury and lost her memory. She didn't mean to stay away." I smile

Ryan exhales before reaching across the table and taking my hand in his. I try pulling away immediately, but he tightens his grip just enough to stop me. “Elara, we used to be friends, and I still want us to be friends. Our families planned all this and we’re both too young to be doing this, but we can at least make it easier on ourselves,” he says. “We can continue with our private lives during the marriage, but our friendship is important.” I stare at him for a moment before speaking again. “When you say private lives, do you mean you wish to continue seeing other women during our marriage?” I ask quietly. “Am I also allowed to continue my private life? Date other men during our marriage?”

She announced making me stare at Enzo in surprise he also looked speechless like he was trying to hide it. "Not my fiancee yet." Enzo said to me like he could sense I had a lot of questions for him. "Excuse me, one minute please." Enzo added taking the phone from his assistant and then walking out, his assistant stared at Sofia on the sofa for a while before leaving, I know she would spread rumors now. This wasn't what I expected, how would I protect Sofia if Enzo is getting married. Sofia would never believe a word I say to her if she finds out that Enzo is getting married to someone else, Sofia might be a little child but she is smarter than expected and easily figure out what's wrong and