My Fiance Novels & Stories

I just wanted you to know that whatever it is your decision , I will always support you and love you . Your fiancee made a mistake when he didn’t marry you , you can’t be the one going through that whole mess , I don’t eee real reason why it should be you and I am so sorry that I have to end this call to tell you the Day that I really felt about all of this . I know I am but the good or the best mother at this moment , you just have to understand that my hands are tired and there is nothing that I could do more than this .

*** I've been dating Augustine for THREE years, in a relationship with him for two years and five months, and erm, has been his fiancee for five months now. This should be our third summer together and I have to say I am looking forward to spend more summers with him, until death do us part. I knowwwwww. I know I can't believe it either. How stupid I've been to say yes to all those milestones. But the truth is, I love him. I really do, besides the idea that he comes with money and looks but yeah, I love him. I love my 15 years older fiance. "Marry me before the year ends?"

I don't refuse, anyway, the cocktail here is pretty good, if I drink one, I won't get drunk. "Oh, there's also an article that says I'm your rumored boyfriend? Don't people know that you have a fiancé?" Frederick looked a bit surprised. "Well, actually, we kept it a secret." "Can I ask why?" "...Ah, it's just a matter of family." Seeing that I didn't seem to want to talk about this, Frederick stopped asking. He talked about other things, his way of talking skillfully made it easy for me to open my heart and share with him a lot of things.

For some reason, hearing her say those words made me even more anxious, and I found myself staring at the door as it opened to reveal my fiancee. As soon as I laid eyes on the woman, I felt as though the world stopped spinning. I saw the surprise on her face when she saw me with Henry. I couldn't believe that I would see her in this place. "Atilla..." I muttered. It took a few minutes for Henry's words, "Ram, this is Atilla; she's going to be your fiancee," to sink in. I felt like nothing made sense anymore—I mean, how can a prostitute become my fiancee?

It’s as though, they are all used to the fact that he is single and the thought of a woman next to him was just wowing. “Oh, Mr Fikret, this is my fiancée, Maria.” He introduced. I bowed gently, “Good evening sir, My name is Maria, it’s nice to meet you.” I introduced, stretching out my hands to shake him. But the man stood in front of me, eyes widened, disbelieve spreading all over his face as he stared at me. “Fiancé? As in, you are getting married? Declan?” He asked, turning to the man who stood next to me.

Hot Sexy. Aurelia bit her lip, heat creeping up her neck as she recounted the airport encounter. 'He's... taller than I expected. Muscular, like he could bench-press a car. And that tattoo, it's this intricate design starting at his neck, dipping into his shirt. I kept staring, imagining tracing it with my fingers.' She paused, voice dropping. 'He caught me looking, Mira. Said something like he could read my mind. And in the car... his leg kept brushing mine. I felt this pull, like my body wasn't my own. God, I can’t believe I feel this way toward my mom's fiancé.'

I swallowed back what I wished to say to him; that a man’s actions spoke clearly of the care he held in his heart, and that a person truly in love would never do what he was doing to me. Once the photoshoot was done, Harry noticed that I had not thrown a tantrum and was pleased with my obedience. He walked over and casually said, “Joanna said she never had a wedding photoshoot, so it would be a fun experience for her. Since you and I are getting married in a few days, we figured it wouldn’t hurt to fulfill her dream to be a bride. If you’re upset, we can take some pictures together too.” I looked at him calmly and shook my head.

Chapter Thirteen - The confrontation Tami's POV With anger, I stormed out of the room with my phone clutched tight to my hands. Once I was outside the room, I paused to release a heavy sigh as I felt anger course through my veins. I hated how George admired that woman. What was so special about her that made less interesting to him? My thoughts were interrupted by another beeping noise from my phone. I gazed at the screen and my eyes widened in shock at the content of Alessandro Migeul's text. Gabriella was married. She was married to a famous and wealthy doctor named Lucian.

The kind of eyes that made a person seem kind and dependable. "I am," I replied. Back when I practiced medicine, people often asked me that same question. Every time, I answered without hesitation: I am. It had become something like a professional reflex. She studied me for a long moment, then let out a short, sharp laugh. "So he still hasn't told you, huh? I'm his fiancée. We already have a son." A dull ache surfaced in my chest. But I could control my emotions now. "I know."

I arched my back, giving him more access. "Perfect. Now, moan for me, darling." He smirked and went down on me. Oh, I will. I laughed and started to squirm as he began to kiss my inner thighs. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through his damp hair, completely lost in him. I was engaged. Tristan Harris was my fiance. I was going to marry my high school sweetheart. Well, more like a High school enemy. How many of us would get that opportunity? One in a million, maybe.