Fiance Adalah

Colter Giordano, my fiancé of six years, heir to the Giordano family, took a bullet for a dancer named Mia. He didn't take one for me. A bullet tore through my shoulder. Blood bloomed across my dress, hot and sticky. But my heart hurt worse. He asked if I was okay. Just once. Then he rushed Mia to the hospital, leaving me bleeding on the floor. The next day, Mia's picture popped up on my Instagram feed. There she was, in a luxury hospital suite. Colter was fussing over a scratch on her arm that was barely there. The caption was just two words: "My Hero." I liked the post. Then I made an encrypted call. "The Falcone family's offer," I said. "I'm taking it. Get me on a plane to Sicily. Three days."

The night of our engagement party, I found my best friend playing a dangerous game with my fiancé. The casino on our family's private yacht was where I found them. Clara was sitting on the lap of my fiancé, Killian, the Falcone family heir. Killian held a sharp family dagger, its tip snagging the thin strap of her dress. The blade traced a path along her collarbone. The slightest pressure would snap the silk. It was a dangerous, intimate scene. I stepped forward with a frown, but Killian just scoffed. "It's just a little game to liven things up, Principessa. Don't be so tense." Clara's eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "We're just playing a traditional family game. The knife game. You don't mind, do you, sweetie?" I was about to speak, but Killian's expression hardened. "We just got engaged and you're already trying to control me?" So I said nothing. I just drew my custom pistol from its holster on my thigh. "So, it's a game," I said. "Then let's play for something real."

The first thing I did when I came back to life was to pawn off my engagement to the Don of the Schroder family, Edmund, on my stepsister. In my last life, he used the "family rules" to make me give up the one thing I loved—racing. He threw out all my colorful dresses and turned me into his canary in a gilded cage. I died, suffocated and hopeless. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the marriage contract was to be signed. I quietly switched my name with my stepsister Laura's and let Edmund sign the papers. He didn't forget to warn me, "Stay out of trouble. Our wedding is in three days. Be a good girl and wait for me to come get you." But he had no idea I'd already bought a fake ID and passport. In three days, I'd be gone. I'd be free.

Maya de Cruz is at the lowest point of her life—her career is in ruins, her uncaring family has her backed into a corner, and her past continues to haunt her. In the depths of her despair, Maya’s world tilts when Aaric Salvaterre Bernardi—her ex boyfriend, now her sister’s fiancé—appears with an offer too tempting to resist, one that could either save her or destroy everything she once held dear. Aaric, with his deadly charm and power to subdue anyone, drags Maya back into the web of his dangerous world. What begins as a risky deal slowly turns into a seductive and inescapable game of desire. Maya struggles to suppress the emotions slowly invading her heart, but Aaric's undeniable magnetism pulls her deeper into his orbit. Every glance, every word, unravels her defenses, leaving her at war with a dilemma that threatens to shatter her principles and pride. Amidst a swirl of intrigue and dark secrets that are increasingly revealed, Maya finds herself at the crossroads between a burning forbidden love and the threat of losing herself. As reason gives way to desire, a single question lingers like a haunting melody: will Maya dare to risk it all for the man who shattered her world, yet awakened a flame within her she thought had long died?  

Alvira, in a bid to find a lost lover, she was driven by life to the edge. She found herself involved with the Mafia and, worse, engaged to a man whose name was enough to shake up Mexico. Her pride, power, and businesses came to naught when he decided he was the one for her. In a cry for rescue, she finally meets the one she had lost. But what happens when he is married? Will Alvira be able to escape her misery with her lover against all storms? Or will her love get diverted to the one who holds her captive?

After years of loving him, Elena had expected many things from Marco, maybe a ring ? a whispered promise of a forever? but him choosing her best friend instead? “Will you come to our wedding?” he asked with a smile, as though he hadn’t just shattered her world. “I know you might be heartbroken, but don’t be so uptight,” he added lightly, his tone far too carefree. “I didn’t mean to fall out of love with you. I couldn’t help it. We still need your blessing.” For a moment, Elena simply looked at him, her stomach churning, her chest tightening with a pain she refused to show. Then, instead of breaking the way he expected, she smiled. Softly, Sweetly. “I’ll come,” she said. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by satisfaction. But Elena wasn’t done. “I’ll come to your wedding, Marco,” she continued, her voice calm, almost gentle. “But as your sister-in-law.”

"I will make sure that you will be mine at the end. I will make sure that you and I end up together. You will beg me to fuck you so hard, just like you did in the past. Your entire body will not be able to resist mine. Just wait, and see!" Charles muttered those words while he bit her ear softly.  ***** Just on the day Erika was getting married, Charles decided to make an impromptu decision by canceling the marriage, and not only did he cancel it, he also kissed a lady right in front of everyone. It was on that same day that Erika also discovered that she was pregnant. Five years later, Erika met Charles again with her daughter. He wanted her to give him another chance, but she claimed she wasn't going to forgive him. His goal was to make her fall for him. Do you think he would be able to do that? What would be his reaction when he realized that she had a daughter for him? When she learned the truth about the past and planned to forgive him, she found that Charles was related to the death of her parents.

"She will come back," she promised. "She just needs time to sort her head out." "Not her heart?" The dry distinction made Charley wince. "I'm sure she loves you," she persisted. "She's just not ready to commit to marriage." If you just give her time, then I— Black eyebrows with a fascinating silken gloss gave her a curious look. "Are you actually standing there, Miss Jones, suggesting that I should wait for Adelina to sort her head out?" Well, was she? Lifting her chin, "If you love her—yes," she insisted. "Then you are a romantic fool because it is not going to happen." He moved suddenly, straightening away from the desk. "There is a wedding arranged for next Saturday morning, and I intend to make sure that it goes ahead." Without a bride? Charley stared at him. "You mean—you're going to find her and drag her back to marry you?" A silly kind of laugh left her throat at the very image of Adelina being dragged by this man down the church aisle, kicking and screaming. ‘No.’ Reaching behind him, his long fingers picked Adelina's letter up again—this time to fold it with slow, neat precision. "I mean to replace her with someone else."I want reparation for being taken for an idiot, and if that means putting you in Adelina's wedding dress and marrying you in her place, then that is what is going to happen."

“I wish to leave- No, I will leave" I bravely stated, my eyes looking straight at my mate, the man I thought I could finally be happy with.“I forbid you” my alpha threateningly said as he leaned in for a forceful yet passionate kiss. I tried to push him lightly but his hands took hold of my hand pushing him and encircle it to his neck. As I let myself sink to the sweetness of his lips, I felt his hand caress my cheek gently, tenderly. He then reached for my hair, stroking it as he pulled me closer further deepening this ecstatic exchange. “I would even chase you to the pits of hell if I had to… Do you seriously think I will let you leave? You won't, right love?” he said in between kisses. Intoxicated, I simply nodded earning a smirk from him. I am aware that all this – this kiss, this feeling, this bond might be a trap further endangering my peace but how can I stop when this very moment felt so comforting, warm, so… right. —----- Anastasia Mayhem, a human blessed with an unfortunate fate. Betrayed, abandoned, heartbreaks after heartbreaks. The seemingly unending chain of misfortune continued to circle her life until she met Rozen. Rozen Wright, the ruthless alpha of the Blood Moon pack. Thrown in an unfamiliar world with unfamiliar people and an unfamiliar way of living, will Anastasia be able to finally escape her terrible fate or will she have a worse life with the werewolves – with her alpha. Book 1 of the Defiance Trilogy.

When the factory director’s son dragged my drunk fiancee into the supply warehouse, I pretended as if I did not see them. I just turned around and walked away. In the past, I had ruined my own future by rushing in and beating the factory director’s son up. I was even framed for stealing the supplies from the warehouse. When the warehouse keeper came over with the police officers, my fiancee deliberately ripped her own clothes. She cried and said that she came with the director to stop me from committing the crime, but I beat her up and even defiled her. Everyone despised me, and I became a criminal. My fiancee’s parents could not bear the rumors, and they forced me to marry her. But that marriage was only the start of a hellish life. She lived like a queen at home, yet she told everyone I was starving her. When she got pregnant, she deliberately pushed her belly against the corner of the table. Then, she stood in the courtyard and cried. She claimed I had abused her, and I wanted to kill my own baby. My parents felt bad for me, so they borrowed money from everyone they knew to get her a job. But when she landed on the job, she framed my father for stealing the steel from the factory. Half a year after my father was imprisoned, he passed away in jail due to an illness. My mother could not bear the stress and fell severely ill. She also passed away soon after. When I was pinned under the collapsed brick wall at the construction site, she did not call for help. Instead, she picked up a brick and smashed it into my head. “If you were not so nosy, Jeremy and I’d have been together already. We wouldn’t have wasted so much time!” My head bled, and I was buried beneath a pile of rubble. When I opened my eyes again, I was at the entrance of the supply warehouse. From inside, I heard my fiancee’s soft, teasing murmurs.