Fiancé's Betray The Ceo's Flame Novels & Stories

"What! Who has the audacity to do such a thing to you? I'm going to punch the living daylights out of them!" I snatched Jade's phone from her and said calmly, "Hi, Jeffrey. It's me." Jeffrey immediately called out uncertainly, "Mr. Bradford?" "That's right. So, what are you going to do? Punch the living daylights out of me, I heard?" Jeffrey was stunned. He quickly responded, "Oh, it was just a misunderstanding, Mr. Bradford! Please go ahead and discipline my daughter if she did anything to offend you at all." "She didn't just offend me, Jeffrey," I said flatly. "Did you know that she's dating her personal assistant even though she's engaged to me?

"For both of us." She grabbed her coat, the folder held tight against her chest, and headed for the door. Dante stood in the center of the apartment, the gun in his hand, looking at her as if she were the most dangerous thing he had ever encountered. As they walked out into the cold, rain-lashed night, the city loomed ahead like a hungry beast. The gala was over, the penthouse was lost, and the Vallocchi name was nothing but a target on their backs. The betrayal had been the beginning. But the end? The end was going to be written in blood.

Her anger didn't only come from being insulted and humiliated before everyone at the restaurant whose eyes were on both of them, but from the fact that Janet was causing a fuss in her working space because of their unresolved long-term dispute. She had seen the sinister grimace on her face when she had walked into the place with her friends earlier today and had seen her attending to other customers. On-demand, Eleanor had been asked to serve them, and she had been diligent with it because she didn't want this girl to start a charade here, but now she knew she had been wrong all along. This girl had planned to start a dilemma here from the start, with her being the center of attention. ~~~~~

“Don't you understand? Amanda wants to divorce you, and I can't sit back and let you continue to be the CEO, Bryan. Do you remember the wins and losses that were part of your marriage to Amanda?” Bryan didn't answer, but he wouldn't forget. In his heart he could only curse. He really hadn't expected Amanda to take such extreme measures. Besides, what could be the reason? Why could Amanda make such an extreme decision when she had put up with Bryan's infidelity all this time?

Then, to everyone's surprise, Stefan got up with the help of his friend and then took a knee in front of Katia. She looked at him in surprise and concern. "Believe me, asking you to marry me in this place was not what I had in mind, but... I think it will have to be here," said the German, taking the hands of the woman in front of him. The door of the room opened, giving way to Junior and Monica who came from the cafeteria. "We have known each other for some time now and if I were given the opportunity to repeat our first meeting, I would repeat it over and over again... except when you yelled at me, of course," Katia laughed lightly, closed her eyes and bowed her head. "Maybe I haven't been

Now he had to break this news… And probably get fired for angering Hunter like Hunter's former aide. “Damn you, Joe, what happened then?” Hunter yelled impatiently. Trying to restrain himself from flinging the telephone and marching to Joe's office to choke the truth out of him. Why did he need to be surrounded with such slow people? “Sir, she came by to drop a document for you and asked me to personally hand it over to you, I'll bring it over now. I'm sorry sir.” Without waiting for Hunter to slam the telephone down, Joe ended the conversation. Wiping his sweaty hands on his suit, he whispered a prayer, picked up the document and walked out of his office. How could Emily, knowing who her hu

Michael says "Well well well if it isn't Kasey Williams" Brant says "Don't Brant." She says "You two know each other?" I ask "Yes we do." Brant says "Brant here tried to get me to leave Vincent for him. I said no and he claimed Vincent was cheating on me. But what Brant failed to realize is I hired a PI. I know exactly Brant was up to. He only to be with me for his five minutes of fame. You shouldn't talk so openly to your buddies in a bar while drunk" Kasey says glaring at him Brant gulps and looks at me and i refuse to look at him.

It was like he knew she would not say no to him, like he knew she would choose him over me. Yes, I feel like that’s what she did by going out with him today, even if it’s just for lunch. After everything I did for her—I mean, both of us are supposed to be closer because we share a secret, an agreement that I thought we both understood. We fucking share a marriage certificate that’s 100% legal, so why did she do this? I called my secretary to contact Philip’s company CFO and handle the deal on my behalf because my current state of mind is occupied with Celine’s betrayal.

But my hand pushed it open anyway. And there it was. Adrian. My fiancé. The man I had promised my whole life to. Pinned beneath my sister. Her hair tangled in his fists. Her lips smeared across his skin. His voice moaning her name—her name, not mine. The world stopped spinning. I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to stare, to brand the betrayal into my memory. My chest cracked open, bleeding invisible wounds no one would ever see. My mind screamed that this couldn’t be real, but the scent of her perfume and the sound of his gasping breath told me otherwise. The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse.

The priest cleared his throat and, steeling himself, began the vows: “Mr. Ethan Shaw, do you take the lady before you… to be your wife, to love and honor her, in wealth and in poverty, in sickness and in health, until the end of your days?” All eyes were on Ethan. Meanwhile, I sat with my best friend Lea Summers in a nearby café, watching the ceremony via live stream. Lea gripped my hand nervously. “Autie… what do you think he’ll choose?” I set down my coffee calmly. Yes… what would he choose? To be with the woman he’d claimed was his greatest regret, the first love he had owed ten years to? Or to choose me—the girlfriend he had deceived for a decade, yet whose family background could give h