Flash Marriage With My Fiance's Rival Novels & Stories

I tap on the notifications where I was tagged. It’s worse than I imagined. “@Maya_0 must’ve seen it coming. You can’t marry a superstar and not expect competition.” A reply: “It’s not even competition. @Maya_0 signed up for this. Everyone knows @Queen-Bee Isla had Ice King first, since high school. But the bitch swooped in and brainwashed Ice King’s granny into that flash marriage. Maya is such a gold digger.” Another: “I’m proud of @Queen-Bee Isla for taking back what’s rightfully hers.”

With such sincerity, how could I possibly doubt him? Seeing that the mood had somehow dampened, I tried to turn, but he called out. "Did you see the news? Felix is getting married. A day before your fashion show." I scoffed, taking my gaze back to Kendrick. "With all the trouble they had to go through to ruin my life, I would say they actually need the fairy-tale ending." Clasping my palms together, I smirked. "Happily never after." Kendrick shot up, his hand swinging at his side steadily until he was right in front of me.

I laughed—really laughed—for the first time in months. "Better than okay." I pulled him down into a kiss, deep and unhurried. "We won the part one of our revenge plan.. " When we broke apart, he rested his forehead against mine. "And now?" I smiled cheekily at him... "Now I get to do what I have been craving for so long.. I get to be with my real fiance publicly without any backlash or set backs.. People would be more content with seeing me with you.. " He finally smiled brightly... "Finally I get to call you mine openly.. "

The feeling from before was too much for her nervous heart. "Yeah, we're crazy," she said as he smiled, making his expression glow with happiness and laughter. Both understood that they were going to have a flash marriage, something that only happened in stories. They knew that some stranger from a one-night stand was about to invade their life and change it completely, but they didn't care. At least not for now. "Come on," he whispered, feeling excited. The clothes arrived at the right time. Keilan had ordered them the night before and was very pleased.

Cameras flash in that perfect moment, his hand at my waist, his face close, me staring up at him. “Flynn,” I whisper, panicked. “Don’t.” “Let them see we’re real,” he murmurs back, eyes locked on mine. The words hit deeper than they should. Real. Hours later, our photos flood the internet. “Flynn Rivers and the team’s genius girlfriend? Was Diamond just a misunderstanding?” At the drinks table, I try to catch my breath when my phone buzzes. It’s Lily. “Babe,” she laughs, “you’re trending. You and Flynn look like a movie couple. Should I tell them if it’s not true, or is it?”

Yuichi POV - The crowd cheered as Flame’s fiance walked to the center, escorted by Flame’s brother, Lance Hart, my old friend. I didn’t take my eyes off Flame’s fiancee, Carla Christine Zabala. Not only does she look like my wife’s name, but every angle of her face and body looks like my wife. Fuck. She is not Flame’s fiance, Carla Christine Zabala is my wife. She is only mine. I clenched my jaw. My fist clenched when Christine approached Flame and kissed that bastard.

The man she had chosen to spend her life with also rushed back from such a far place to accompany her, not letting her be alone in her sadness, distress, and fear. Isabella suddenly felt as if she were immersed in a jar of honey, feeling so blissful and sweet no matter how she tumbled. "Isabella!" Quinn seemed not to believe what he had heard, he said in utter shock, "What did you just say? Can you say it again?" "I want us to become a real married couple," Isabella blurted out, her face flushing with embarrassment. She quickly tried to cover her awkwardness with a louder voice, "Do you want to or not?"

So it was only reasonable that I did my best to repay him. Frank felt like retiring a long time ago, but Connor just couldn't find a mate no matter what. Without a Luna, Connor wouldn't be able to take over the Blaze Pack even if he was the rightful heir. Frank was worried sick. So I felt I gotta help him out. I knew I might seem like a fool, sacrificing my marriage simply for the sake of returning a favor. But I ain't got no boyfriend, not to mention a mate. And let's face it, tons of werewolves couldn't find their fated mate nowadays. If I married Connor, Frank would be my family. So why not?

I didn’t have any close friends I could visit, and my phone kept blinking with notifications—more fake news about my wedding. Apparently, some random man had appeared in public, pretending to be my secret lover, and now the media was eating it up. Meanwhile, my name? Completely dragged through the dirt. Smeared like I was some shameless cheat. But whatever. That didn’t bother me. I’d just messed up my eyeliner, thrown on something half-decent, and stepped out of my room—completely forgetting I hadn’t buckled my heel properly. As soon as I moved, my ankle twisted, and I went flying toward the ground.

She fiddled with her phone, opening up a tweet that read: “Billionaire Mar cus Stanfield, set to wed Mirabelle Capewood in two weeks instead of her sister, Amanda Capewood.”