My Fiance Is Gay Novels & Stories

"I was deceived, too! I swear, I had no idea. She came to my door claiming to be estranged from her family, carrying what looked like authentic identification. She said the family feud left her with nowhere to go, and I... I was young and foolish. I believed her!" With a sharp laugh, I spat, "How utterly shameless! Who marries someone based on a single ID card? Did you not run any background checks? Is it really that easy to forge a life?" Cain turned to me with a pitiful expression, his eyes softening with what he likely thought was charm. "Mary, you must believe me. I always hoped for a union with your family. When she came to me in tears, I thought it was my chance to fulfill that dream.

"How could you possibly have an heir for him?" He knew? Did the whole family know too? Am I the joke? I said nothing. "My husband is not gay," I finally said. "Ciara, why are you still in denial? He is gay," he repeated. "He’s not gay. We’ve been married for four years," I forced myself to say. "He could be bisexual," I added. "Why are you defending him? Why won’t you just sit in the truth that you—"

Dan laughed, "Wait a while and you'll know." The sound of the front door was like a thunderclap. In a few minutes, our life as a family would change. Dan and I rose as our older son came into the room, accompanied by a Hispanic man. "Mom, Dad knows and I didn't know how to tell you but, I'm gay and this is my fiance' Carlos." My eyes jerked around, searching for sanity. They settled on Warren's, peaking over the top of his book. He winked at me and smiled.

Ava's Pov "Miss Ava Sterling," the pastor said, turning toward me. "Do you take Ethan Van Horn as your lawfully wedded husband?" The question hangs in the air like a weight pressing against my chest. For a moment I cannot breathe. I can't imagine in my life that a day will come when I would be getting married to my sister's fiancee, what a big betrayal from me. Hundreds of eyes are watching me. I can feel them even though I refuse to look at the crowd. Powerful families,Influential business partners,Socialites who thrive on whispers and scandals.

"Is this true? This is what you want?" "Aiden is a Sterling," Adrian intervened, his voice softening just a fraction, matching Lila's tone. He looked down at Chris, his posture authoritative but no longer hostile. "And Lila is my wife. She always has been. I am grateful to you, Kensington, for keeping her breathing and giving her a sanctuary when I couldn't protect her. But the war is over. The threats are gone. My family is home."

Amanda smiled and walk up to him pretending to be happy, she walked into his opened arms and relaxed a little then Mike plant a kiss on her lips before they both went in together. She wanted to ask him why he is there at that time because he told her he was going for a business trip but decide not to, he is her fiance and can come to her house anytime "Will you like some juice?" Amanda asked. Mike doesn't take alcohol or drink strong wine unlike other guys and she also love that about him, he is a very responsible man "Yes, but I am not really thirsty" he answered and took off his suit then place it on another chair and sat down to watch some TV.

"Thank you. For trusting me with that. I know it wasn't easy." I searched his face, confused by his calm reaction. "Why does it matter to you? Why do you even care?" He smiled then—small and rueful and tinged with something that looked like relief. "Because I don't want this marriage any more than you do, Amara. And I need you to know that." He ran a hand through his hair, cheeks flushing pink. "No offense—you're incredible, brilliant, gorgeous, any man would be lucky to have you. But the thing is..." He took a deep breath. "I'm gay, Amara. I'm gay, and my family doesn't know, and this engagement is the only thing keeping them from forcing me into a dozen other arranged matches with women I

Three days before my wedding with Adam Wayman, his childhood friend, Diana Smith, came up to us. She ignored me and said to Adam as if it were only natural, “Adam, I know you’re about to get married, but I need you to spend five days with me.” Adam took me by the hand and led me away, just like he always had. Right when I thought our wedding would proceed as scheduled, he sent me a message. [Grace, I’m sorry, but let’s postpone our wedding for five days.] Later, he placed his suitcase by the door and pulled me into his arms. “Grace, I’m sorry. I’m the only one who can handle this project. Wait for me to get back, and I’ll make it up to you properly.” I held him tightly and said, “It’s

"Marry me." He went very still. His hand was still on my arm, his thumb resting against the inside of my wrist. "What?" "Marry me, not for real. Well, legally real, but not romantically real and you're the only person I trust. The only one who never wanted anything from me and I have thirty days to find a husband or I lose everything. I know it's insane but you're gay so it's not like things would get complicated between us. We could just sign the papers and pretend for a while and then when the inheritance is safe we can go back to normal. Please…"

“You’re drunk and crying, and you just walked into my suite to explain.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “My fiancé… he’s gay. He’s been fucking his best friend behind my back for years and used me as a beard. I caught them tonight.” My voice cracked. “I just wanted to forget. To feel wanted for once.” Something dark flickered in his eyes. He stopped inches away, towering over me that I could feel the heat rolling off his body. “Poor little thing,” he murmured, but there was no pity in his tone but only hunger. “All that fire and no one to tame it.”