My Fiance Novels & Stories

answered George. Georgessa as you see... is my fiancee. Yes. Fiancee. But not because I proposed to her or loved her. She's my fiancee because that's what our parents want. Agreement. Our relationship is under the agreement. There is no case for me and there is no case for him either. So this is it... we're just riding our relationship. It's up to you what the consequences are.

I questioned her. "Ya. I mean is there any other better sandwich?" She smirks. "That is true." We both laugh. We reach the restaurant. And get inside. We order and pick up our sandwiches and sit down to have them. "So how is your fiance?" She asked me. "I know you're all like it's an arranged marriage blah blah, but I've genuinely started to like him." "You have only met that guy once for god's sake." " I don't know, maybe call it to love at first sight. Or more like, liking each other at first sight." I added.

Why, instead of saying that, you don't tell me what I'm going to understand one day? "There's no point in saying anything now. Whatever your dad or I say, you’ll reverse because you don’t want marriage." "You're right." "Come on, take a shower." I get up irritated and go to the bathroom mumbling. It took me much longer than normal. I was trying to imagine what this “fiancé” was like. All I could think of was bald, short and paunchy. Nothing else came to mind. I hope I’m wrong... But deep down, I know I'm going to hate this more than I already do.

"In her bed. In her fiancé's bed. Did you plan this? Did you plan this from the start, you ungrateful little bastard?" "It was an accident," I said. My voice cracked down the middle. "The full moon, we didn't choose—" "Save it." Marisol's grip tightened. "Everyone will know what you are by morning. A slut who couldn't keep her hands off her own sister's mate." "Enough." Kian's voice. Flat. Final. Marisol's hand froze in my hair. "Last night was an accident," he said, still not looking at me, only at her. "It changes nothing. My engagement to Priya stands."

“I require a fiancée.” I stared at him. The thought was so absurd, so far outside the realm of my reality, that I actually checked the door to make sure no one else had heard him. “A what?” “A fiancée,” he repeated, laying the document flat on the table.“A temporary, publicly acceptable partner. Six months. I have a situation requiring I appear settled, committed, and absolutely above reproach. It’s an image problem, and you, Miss Chen, are a clean slate with a very large, pressing problem that requires capital injection.”

I could even picture her angry expression over the phone. Sure, I could wait, but Grandma couldn't. The hospital had warned several times that she was in critical condition. They also told us to prepare ourselves, saying it would be just a matter of days. Grandma only ever wanted to see me get married, and I didn't want her to leave the world with any regrets. When Megan agreed to marry me, I was over the moon. "Harry Henderson, did you fall off the face of the earth or something? Why aren't you saying anything?"

I parked outside the restaurant and took my diary and phone then went in. I found a good spot at the corner and sat there. My phone rang. "Tia.. finally, you're alive." 'If I die, your ass won't have a best woman at the wedding you know that right?' I laughed, "riight... So, what do you think?" 'i think you're crazy but I love it. We have to include her best friends so that we can get this right.. Rosie and Susan will know what she loves more..' I rolled my eyes as if she could see me, "Tia Olwethu is my fiance.. I know her.."

He also owns a billion dollar company which according to him is a family business. He loves her and I could tell that my mother adores Huracio, too. “After the wedding, I plan to introduce Kelvin to my parents." I said, a smile breaking on my lips. Kelvin is my boyfriend of two years.We have been dating since highschool. Now, I am supposed to join college and that's why I want to make it official. “ Look at you, are you referring to him as your father already?" Emilia teased me, earning a chuckle from me.

They were tied up with work and couldn't accompany me, so I thought I'd take care of the arrangements myself—after all, weddings are no small feat. But things took a turn for the bizarre as soon as I arrived at the wedding planning company. I'd just finished discussing the basic concept with the lead designer when she glanced at a photo of my fiancé on my phone. Her expression soured immediately, like she'd bitten into a green persimmon. "Miss Schindler, this… this is Mr. Bassett?" she stammered. "Yes, of course. He's my fiancé," I replied, puzzled. Her face crumpled further. "But… Mr. Bassett got married three months ago. Our company organized the wedding."

Shrugging it off, for now, he took a step and snaked his hand around her waist, pulling her closer. "Let me introduce you to future Mrs. Etheridge." At Damien's voice, the entire place got silent for a moment and then questions got bombarded at him. Eden looked up to see him staring at her already. He added, "She is Eden McBride, my fiancee, and my future wife." His voice was solemn and it only got Eden dumbfounded. None of them had a ring on to go with his words but the question remained unasked with the journalist's gaping mouth hearing him. Damien had never said about a girl being his girlfriend let alone his fiancee in front of the media. It was for the fi