My Fiance Hates Me Novels & Stories

"And so she made up the bullying stories and put the blame solely on Sean because?" Louisa shrugged. "She hates him. She hates the neighbors. Hates Cold Spring. Hates our decision in settling here. Hates my guts most of all for unknown reasons." Mason shook his head. He couldn't believe his ears. "And you wonder why you and Gianna aren't on good terms? Come on, Lou, for fuck sake, It's been sixteen years since you know Gianna and what...like barely five years since you know some people and you fully trust them over our daughter just like that? Come the hell on!"

"What part of we're not getting married don't you understand dad?! I don't want to marry Yua. I won't wed her. I'm not putting a fucking ring on her fucking finger. We're not having babies. Hell we're not having anything! There's nothing between us! Nothing at all!" "Aito-" "No mum!" I cut her off. "Whatever she said to you, she lied. I only see her as a sister. I’ve always told her that. Nothing else. Just the thought of us kissing freaks me out. I don't love Suzuki Yua and I never will!" The person I love is sleeping in his home right now. I turned to the Yua. "And what the fuck is your problem? Why do you like plotting things like this? What the hell do you gain?"

He gave a startled look because of my shift and I stopped myself from smiling at his face as he moved back to not be too close. “You may think it is weird after hearing my words but listen to them carefully. Vani is a really sweet person and she deserves happiness. However, she is misunderstanding or maybe actually understanding that her fiance is in love with another person. Do you know anything about this?” I asked with a serious look. “What? No! He doesn’t love anyone.” He stated and I nodded at him before continuing to say the next part.

He trailed off as he looked at her with the same glare he gave her back then. There it was… unrestrained hatred and contempt, it was as if he wasn’t seeing her but looking at her mother instead. The sister he hated so much… “Not as much as you must be imagining…” Thea answered and he snorted. “Of course not, being played by both your grandfather and your fiance sure is going to make your life miserable,” He said with a smile. “You seem to be looking forward to seeing that,” She stated and he faltered returning to his default glare.

"I can't, Finn." "You can't what?" Finn inquired with a deep frown. I held his gaze as I answered him. "I can't get married to Kelvin! I can't get married to a man I hate so much! How am I supposed to live with him? Have sex? Talk? He's shallow. He's empty. He's a piece of shit!" I shook my head and turned away from him. Grabbing the dress from the table, I began to stretch it. Finn tried to stop me but one glare was enough for him to take a step back.

He has plenty of women to choose from, and the crown would likely be on the head of his lover, Fiona, by now. That's probably where her jealousy and hatred toward me began – when Kian married me instead of her. Despite being legally bound and having the mate bond, I'm nothing compared to Fiona in Kian's eyes. She's more valued than me, and yet she hates me while reaping all the benefits. It's unfair, but it's how things are. As I sat by the fountain lost in thought, drenched, and unaware of my surroundings, I didn't notice a man silently watching me.

She narrows her eyes at me and smiles. "Nice wedding," I comment, about to go downstairs. "Well, get some inspiration," she rolls her eyes. I sigh, going down two steps. "When are you leaving? When are you going to stop getting in our way?" "What are you talking about?" I frown, turning to look at her. "My fiancé has been dreaming about you, acting crazy when it comes to you, he barely sees me," she says, between breaths. "That's not my fault. I hate him and I have no intention of going back to him, rest assured," I roll my eyes.

Karis could never hate me; she had a long-time crush on me. "What's wrong if it is an arranged marriage? Even though it was not me or you, due to our families, we would have still ended up in one." I scoffed at her, she was visibly pissed at my words. I could see her clenched her fist by her side. Her eyes were shooting daggers at my heart tearing me apart. It was hard to believe she genuinely hated me it was beyond my imagination.

I don’t need to hear about his life, his fiancee, or his kingdom. “I could use a snack,” I say suddenly. “Anybody else want something from the machine?” “A Coke sounds good,” one of the assistants says, and I tak everyone’s orders and refuse offers of money, saying I’m happy to treat. Walking away, I hope they’ll pick another topic of conversation before I get back. Even now, five years later, I still hate him. And what makes me hate him even more is that I still fucking love him. He’s my fated mate. Of course my heart still flutters whenever I think about him, even if I want to wring his neck for the way he treated me.

“I know you are drunk And I know that you do not want to do this “ I pulled away from him and smiled . You think I care about anything , you think my problem right now is who I fuck ? My mom has been dating my fiance for years and even had two kids for him and made him fake his death and made me mourn the bastard for years , but what did I catch them doing today?