My Fiance Is Gay Novels & Stories

Jidenna whispered as we walked towards my uncle's compound, holding my hand tight so I don't fall on red sand. I wore a red wrapper, red blouse, heavy coral beads my mother borrowed from her own mother. My hair packed in low cut, no more long wig. Real Igbo girl. Genius wife, but today, village wife. but today, just bride. "Ready since that rainy night," I whispered back. "When Emeka, my husband-to-be who was working for you as your staff, slept with my cousin, on my wedding night inside my bridal room, and I ran outside crying in the rain, and you, his boss, came to look for Emeka, saw me once, stopped your car and said 'Are you okay?' and offered me 3 months contract to be your wife to mak

For twenty-six years I had mattered exactly as much as I was useful, first as my father's daughter who could be traded for an alliance, then as Marcus's fiancée who existed to make his family look good, and now, apparently, as the woman who could quietly fix the mess Sophia had made by knocking on the wrong door at the wrong hour. Tessa sat down across from me and reached for my hand. "What's he like? The man you're actually marrying, not the reputation. What's he like?" I thought about it honestly, turning the question over instead of brushing it off the way I wanted to. "Calm. Careful with what he says. He didn't lie to me, not once, not even when the truth wasn't flattering." I paused. "H

"I crossed a line. I fell for Ilaria." On our wedding day, the car had barely pulled away when Matteo Rossi turned to look at me. He pointed at the seat beneath me and said coldly, "Last night, she sat right there, wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me. I couldn't hold back. We had sex in the car. "I guess I'm no different from any other man. I finally understand Luca. Ilaria really does have more fire in her than you." Luca was my ex-husband and Matteo's half-brother. Ilaria had been my only friend since childhood. Three years ago, I walked in on the two of them in my bedroom. The shock caused a late-term miscarriage. When I fell into the dark, Matteo was my light. And now he had b

Unconsciously, I smiled happily to see people who enjoy my cooking with an expression like that. Even though he is my enemy. "I'm happy because you're the one Richie married." I choked to hear her, chatter, "Why?" "Yeah ..besides you can cook, you are his best friend who understands who he is. " I put down my cutlery, "To be honest. I never agreed Richie was gay like now." Our eyes meet each other. I looked at him full of emotions that I have long buried. Whereas Alex? I don't know, and I can't read it.

I asked. “I can't pretend to love Collins anymore, I am not gay. He wants me to touch him, he wants me to cuddle and shit. I am not going to do that not when I am in love with someone else. I can't even believe I am mated to a gay!” He groaned once again and I sighed.

“And no, I’m not cruel enough to marry you off to any girl.” “So?” “There’s a guy,” he finally took a glass of his water. “Just like you, he’s gay and his parents are thinking of having him settle down.” “So?” “We believe it’s going to best for you to go with him,” he finally dropped the bomb. “To get married to him.” “Excuse me?” Felix could barely believe his ears. “You both are kidding me right now, aren’t you?”

I ask as I take a different flavour of macaron. "Nahh. My parents are very excited I’m finally gonna marry someone. Though they thought I'm marrying a man that's why I haven’t revealed the name of my fiancee." I laugh with macaron in my mouth, "That's because you spend too much time with Gerr and his gay friends!" He nods as he laughs with me gay-ish-ly. To see him being goofy with me for the fact I still hear how strict he is, or what-an-ass he's been at work, I'm glad he has another personality when he's with me. Warm personality.

he asked, his voice filled with incredulity. "Of course... even though we don't agree..." Murilo admitted, lowering his gaze. "Why did you agree?" Morgan, overcome with anger and confusion, questioned. "Misa's father wants her to get married. He found three suitors, but I knew those two men—they're not good... I knew they wouldn't take care of her, so we made an agreement. I'll take care of her, after all..." He paused, searching for the right words. "We have something in common—Hanna cares for her a lot, and she's also my friend."

I felt my heart ache as he replied, his expression icy, "I know that's what you will do; you will end up rejecting me, just like my fiance, who got rejected by her mate because she is an omega." What my friend just stated shocked me. What did "fiance" mean to him? It is the law of all packs, I believe, for everyone to wait patiently for their mate. So why did he decide to wish to marry someone else rather than wait patiently for his mate? "What is fiance, exactly?" For the first time since we met, he grinned at me when I questioned him in a bewildered manner. I can't help but imagine what would have happened if he had smiled for a few more minutes while my heart skipped a beat.

Nathan was in the middle, with Valentina to his left and Jacob to his right. Flashes were hitting in all directions toward the three people seated at the table. "First of all, we welcome all media friends and journalists to this conference," Nathan said in a deep voice. "Today is the premiere conference of our new project. The love between you and me. At the same time, I also want to take this opportunity to announce my recent marriage." Nathan took Valentina's hand and stood up with her. "Gentlemen, my wife, Valentina Miller of Mercer. I hope everyone is happy and bless our union."