My Fiance Novels & Stories

He mocked, and my grip on my make-up brush tightened hearing his demeaning words but that's Blaine Sanders for you. Blaine Sanders is my fiance, and we are getting married in a week's time, and just like other couples you might think that we are brimming with love but we are different. We couldn't even stand the sight of each other, but that was only for him though. I could stare at Blaine for the whole day because he was the man you could call an eye candy. He was blessed with awesome features that made him stand out among his peers. “Are you even listening to what I am saying?” he asked standing beside me, and he lowered his head to my shoulder while his bre

Fiona muttered hesitantly. "See you don't have to worry too much, obviously we don't love each other so this would be perfect. we get married for just a year then afterwards we can go our separate ways, no strings attached. All we got to do is pretend we're madly in love in the presence of any audience" Aiden said.

“The rumors are exaggerated. Don’t give them the satisfaction of watching us fight.” “I’m not going to spend the rest of this engagement pretending your betrayal never happened just so your reputation stays clean.” He exhaled hard. “The wedding is close, Camilla. We both have a lot to lose if this falls apart.” I heard the pressure under the words. For the first time I wondered whether he wanted to marry me because he loved me or because the alternative would be public embarrassment he could not stomach. A woman in a navy dress appeared and pulled him toward a group of senior partners. He kissed my cheek and left me standing alone.

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

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,

For the sake of a limited-time event, my fiancé Elton Lowe and Kirsten Chaney, his friend and longtime rival, pretend to be a couple. They agree to break up after a week, but Kirsten keeps pushing his buttons. "Elton, don't tell me you're chickening out! Do you dare to make a bigger bet? We said we'd keep playing this game for the rest of our lives. Whoever quits first is a loser!" Just when everyone thinks Elton will give up the game for my sake, he grits his teeth and refuses to back down. He even raises the stakes, taking their original game of playing a couple a step further by having them pose as husband and wife. For the past five Christmases, Elton has gone home with Kirsten to sp

Left to spend my day. "I already know who you are." Chilsea raised an eyebrow as she said that. Jai was watching a cartoon movie in the living room and I was cooking with the kitchen helpers. I will prepare for Jai and me. The helpers, on the other hand, seemed confused but just kept quiet and pretended not to care about the surroundings. "Fortunately, I decided to follow my fiance here in the Philippines." Fiance? I felt fun. They are not yet married to the man. But it also immediately disappeared in the mind that even if they are not married, I still can't get Jayar because this woman is the one he really loves. It owns his heart.

“Kian is my fiance. We have been engaged even before you guys did your silly little wedding..” I thought that no words could break me more than the one that Kian said he was going to attack my home, but these words took a very easy stab at my heart and I felt it sinking down into the abyss immediately I was claimed by denial. “I can believe anything else but there is no way that he's engaged to you…”

I'm surprised I'm getting that amount of love, for someone who is not even related to me yet. "I'm not sure it's something for us to be happy about, we haven't even seen the guy yet. Who knows if the guy she's getting married to... She hired him to be her husband. Nope, that's not possible.. no guy would pretend to be your fiance. So, I have come to the conclusion.. that the guy is and old or smelly, ugly and fat.. just like her." My sister said sarcastically, biting her nails. I smiled... Ohh sister you would be so shock, when you find out.. that my fiance is not old, neither is it smelly or dirty and fat. In fact he's the one guy that you're going after.

I had seen her picture somewhere, but I just couldn't pin the point. "You have to be kidding me, I said, rolling my eyes. "No. I'm not! Now, tell me what the hell you are doing in my fiance's house?!" "Fiance??" "Yes, Isaiah Lynn is my fiance.”