My Fiance Novels & Stories

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.'

They were both good-looking, like a match made in heaven. Joanna saw me walk in and looked at my fiance in panic. Harry frowned but showed no intention of stopping the photographers. I sat down on the couch and watched the photographers tell them how to pose for the pictures. Harry used to be too busy with his company affairs to take wedding photos with me. But here he was, taking wedding photos with Joanna. It all made me feel foolish and laughable. 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.

CHAPTER ONE Keisha's Pov LIFE OF KEISHA “You’ve put on so much weight,” George, my fiancé said to me, an irritated look on his face and I immediately turned to the mirror beside me, staring at it with a sad smile. “I know,” I sighed painfully. “I’m trying everything I can to lose weight but it’s not working,”

The next two weeks could only be described as a spectacular downfall for Asher. First, his company wasted no time firing him. Then, I hired the best lawyer in town to reclaim the mansion we were supposed to share as a wedding home. Of course, Asher didn’t take it lying down. He showed up outside my office multiple times, causing a scene, only to be promptly thrown out by security every time. “Gwen! You can’t do this to me! I’m your fiancé!”

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."

To prepare me for life in the Moretti underworld, my boyfriend, Adrian Moretti, had his childhood friend, Chloe Marino, arrange a robbery drill for me every month. At first, they only stole my phone. Then came a knife in a parking garage, followed by someone tailing me late at night. Once I even opened my eyes in the middle of the night to find a masked man sitting on the edge of my bed with a gun pressed to my forehead. Afterward, Adrian told me, "Evelyn, if this is enough to scare you, you're only going to hold me back." Today was the twelfth time. A bullet grazed my ear and buried itself in the wall. Blood ran down the side of my face. I fell to the ground while Chloe stood at the curb, l

But our souls were connected, our bodies each other’s now…boyfriend just doesn’t sound enough. “Fiance.” Pierce corrects me, his eyes sparkling as he reaches his hand out to Auntie Vera, that Hollywood pearly white smile greeting her. Finance…did he just subtly propose to me. “Not mate then?” Auntie Vera suddenly asks, her eyes falling upon my neck…where I quickly place my hand to my mate mark…trying to play catchup on what she just said. “Mate?” I look to her in confusion, before looking to Pierce with the same conflicted stare.