My Rich Fiance Novels & Stories

] [If she had not managed to get pregnant first, how could someone like her manage to marry someone as wealthy as Saul Gaviera? There were a lot of photos as well. While they were blurry, anyone who saw them could tell that it was me. However, I never did those things.

I called him countless times, but none of the calls went through. The shop assistant looked at me pitifully, making my heart ache. She stepped forward and asked gently, "Ms. Zachman, how about we wait a little longer?" I shook my head and forced a smile. "No. I'm going home." On my way back, I saw a post with a picture of Shawn choosing pajamas for Britney. The caption read: [I can’t believe we’re so close that he’s helping me pick out pajamas!] I smiled and commented: [Other people's fiancés have good taste, don’t they?]

The attendant said, moving over to get it for me. Marcus. I heaved a deep sigh, pushing every guilt aside as I swiped the screen. "Hey," my voice was low, my eyes pinned on my reflection. "Hey, you." I could feel his smile from his voice. "What's my favorite Fiancèe up to?" "I'm still at the fitting house. Are you done with work?" "I'm still here," he sighed deeply. "It's been really hectic today, and I can't wait to come home to you."

“You really love that word for someone who’s never had to spell it.” His eyes finally met mine. Heat. Ice. Chaos. I swallowed and tried not to combust. “I was curious,” I said. “You never told me why you need a fake girlfriend.” “For a business deal.” I blinked. That was… honest? “What kind of deal?” He smiled lazily. “Curious, are we?” “Yes. I’m literally sitting in a car with a man I barely know, about to have dinner with his billionaire father. I think I deserve a few details.”

With me newly married and about to dive into national-level work, I'd been flagged as high-priority talent. After that, she finally shut up. And not long after the wedding, Leona found out she was pregnant. At our daughter's baby shower, Beatrice e-walleted me a million dollars with a note: [This was supposed to be your wedding gift—consider it like we got married.] I shot back: [Save it. The profit shares you promised me back then are worth way more.] She didn't reply. Next day was her engagement party with Joseph. She was eight months pregnant, ready to pop. But she skipped the whole thing—holed up with some secretary who happened to look like me.

Not yet. All she’d told me was that she was engaged to a man. The man’s name was Arthur. And honestly? From everything she’d said about him, he seemed like a good man. He was respectful. Kind. Patient. Considerate. And basically just a decent, wealthy gentleman. The sad thing was that his fiancée’s heart was already taken by someone who didn’t even know he had stolen it in the first place. What a cruel twist of fate. I reached for my phone and stood. “I need to use the bathroom real quick,” I told Roman softly, even though he couldn’t hear me. Even though he couldn’t answer.

"Let me go! How dare you treat me like this?! Who do you think you are?! You're just a worthless leech that I have to support!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I handed over my entire salary to her, keeping only $200 a month for myself. How did I become the leech? "I'm only getting in shape so that you'll feel good on our wedding day! And you? You don't trust me at all! You sent someone to spy on me! Chad's a thousand times the man that you are. He makes me happy every day. Can you do that?" Wendy pulled a bank card out of her bag and threw it at my face.

Don’t disappoint us. I put the phone down. The board wasn’t going to wait six months to test this. They were starting tomorrow. I had paid two million dollars for a fiancée who couldn’t hold my hand without looking like she was being arrested. And now she had less than twelve hours to become convincing. Nickie Chen was about to find out that getting the money was the easy part. Surviving my world was something else entirely.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

he asked. Mia laughed and her eyes twinkled with happiness, as if that's what she is waiting for. "Damien is rich, handsome and the most eligible bachelor in the country. Who would say no to him? Of course I would marry him" she answered with out missing a beat. And the interviewer next asked a question that made Mia's face twist unpleasant just for a split second before she covered it up. "But he is not a Bachelor anymore. He is married to Evangeline. There are some speculations about who her real parents are. And she is currently missing. What is your opinion about it?" the interviewer asked.

"A new private jet, wow, I should have known, I forgot you are a billionaire, how did I not know my husband is so fucking rich and influential? Wow, I sometimes forget how wealthy you are, so much money, I married rich, not a lot of people can relate. She talked on, at this rate she was sure Rafael might be rethinking his decision to marry her or even to go on this trip but she couldn't stop chit chatting. "Almost a trillionaire, just a few more loads and good deal and I will enter that league, so better get used to it, and also the attention that I plan on giving you," He said proudly. "Yes, sir, I am looking further to it," "Why do you keep saying, sir?" "It's fun,"