My Fiance Is Gay Novels & Stories

On the wedding invitations, the groom was my younger brother, Ivan Shore, and the bride was my fiancee that I dated for eight years, Mathilda Cunningham. Three days ago, my father handed me the keys to the old family manor left by my mother, telling me it was my wedding gift. Last night, I found a two-year-old photograph in the interlayer of an old photo album. Ivan and Mathilda were already holding hands two years ago while my parents looked on, neither of them looking surprised. Today, two hundred friends and relatives filled the manor. The emcee waited for me, the groom's elder brother, to go up on stage and propose a toast. I walked onto the stage, took the microphone, and connect

Mason's voice came in making me roll my eyes "You only called thrice Mason, I was in the bathroom" "How are you doing?" "Fine. What about you?" "I'm fine too, just bored. Can we go out?" "What happened to your fiance?" I asked with a scoff "Let me tell you the truth! I only picked a random girl to act as my fiance, there's nothing between us" he revealed while I just opened my mouth in shock. So it's not only Andrian and I that are on a contract marriage?

"No, just curious—that’s all." "Well, let’s see. We met in college and have been friends ever since. He got married a few years ago. He and his husband adopted children, and they are the most caring people in my life," I told him. "I don’t like him… Wait, he’s gay?" I laughed at his reaction but stopped when he glared at me. "Yes, my dear husband, he's gay," I said, trying not to laugh. "Oh," was his only reply, and I noticed his cheeks turning red.

He asked quirking a brow and I closed my laptop. "Yeah kind of" I answered. "Talk to me, I know a lot about men" He chuckled and my head shot up furrowing my brows and he seemed to notice my confusion "I'm gay honey" He chuckled and a wave of relief washed over me. "Oh" I laughed "In that case my boyfriend and I, we just got into a small argument" I answered. "Small argument?" "Well a guy touched me in a club and Reid- my boyfriend, punched him in the face so many times I couldn't recognise the man anymore" I sighed "He could've killed him"

“Of course not! I just want you to know that I don't wanna marry you either. You're not even my type. I prefer your ex-fiance, but since he's a major major red shade of red, nevermind.” My eyes widened. “What the hell?” “Shh! Tone down your voice, darling. I don't want people to assume we're doing something very disgusting here.” I cupped my mouth, still shocked. I was staring at his face, and I couldn't really believe what I witnessed. He’s a… “Yes,” he sighed. “I’m gay. So, I’m telling you that there's no need to worry because I’m not attracted to your mini boobies.” “Mini boobies?” I growled at him.

It was still early. I didn't know what possessed me, but on a whim, I opened "SimonLovesClaire" profile again. Sure enough, there was a new post. It was already gaining traction, and the title alone made me laugh out loud. [My fiancée found out I donated to my true-love streamer. She got jealous and threw a tantrum about canceling the engagement. Urgent, need advice. [By the end of the year, I'm supposed to get married to my fiancée. Our relationship has always been stable.

Then, in front of my mother, he had said that once the public’s memory faded, a divorce could be arranged. But Xavier— he didn't speak a single word. Only glances that threw daggers at me. Yuri and Xavier knew each other since past six months. It was so out of nowhere when she called a month back telling me she's getting married to someone she met 6 months back. But that's who Yuri was. Always chaotic, always the adventurous one. And look now, she's gone. Ran away.

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"Are you seriously slapping me because I tried to kiss my own fiancée?" Monica gave a humourless laugh. "Your fiancée?" "Yes, my fiancée!" he snapped. "What's gotten into you?" She looked at him for a moment before finally speaking. “I'm done, Martin." His expression changed. "What?" "I'm done with this entire marriage bullshit. I don't want to get married anymore. I want us to break up." The words came out more easily than she had expected. Perhaps because she had already imagined saying them countless times after that night. Perhaps because, somewhere deep inside, she had been waiting for an opportunity to make the decision official.

His voice broke entirely. "Then we figure it out," I said fiercely, gripping his hand. "Together. The way we've figured out everything else. I didn't marry you for your legs, Noah. I married you for exactly who you are, and that doesn't change based on what your body can or can't do." He was quiet for a long moment, tears slipping silently down his face. "I'm scared," he admitted, the words costing him something enormous to say out loud. "I've spent my whole life building control over everything around me. I don't know how to be someone who needs help."