My Rich Fiance Novels & Stories

And even my fiancé. I no longer wanted to dwell on what she'd taken before. And I no longer wanted to give way to her. "Lucas and I have ended our engagement." She stared at me as if she hadn't understood, dumbfounded. "W-what?" In her eyes, I saw disbelief, and a hint of barely concealed joy. After all, Lucas was wealthy and powerful, handsome, owned a public company, and had limitless potential. Who would be foolish enough to leave him?

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.

I couldn't keep up with the whole flirty banter, but I knew we were kinda vested in this one. “To‍night,” she d​e⁠clared, fli⁠cking he⁠r wing‌ed liner into the make up bag, “I meet Felix.‍ He is‍ six feet tall, o​w⁠ns a plant he hasn’‍t m‍urdered and very articulate in his messages. I hope you're taking notes Maya, in case he turns out to be a serial killer and I get murdered. Save the picture I sent you.”‌ I was on her bed laughing, a pil​e of thro‍w‍ pil‍l⁠ows​ swallowing me. “Oh my God! You're the worst. Sincerely I feel more for the poor soul going on a date with you. You're crazy girl”

When he saw me, he said, “Do you want to get married? I’ll give you at least two hundred thousand dollars a month as allowance.” At an offer like that, rejecting him would have been outright rude. Right after we introduced ourselves, we got married in the afternoon. During the two years of our marriage, we only saw each other once. In the beginning, I was worried that this was an elaborate scam, but he did not disrupt my life in any way in the past two years, aside from making me rich. “Ms. Snow, if there isn’t any problem with the form, please sign it and pick up your husband.”

I sighed momentarily seeking guidance from God. "You're more psychotic than him biatch stop the drama." "I'm your friend, you should be siding with me. That man literally grabbed me by my jaw and threatened me!" "Really?" "Does it sound like I'm faking it?" My sarcasm poured but she only laughed it off. Unbelievable. "Alright my fiance is here I'll call you later. Better tell me good news!" She warned before ending the call. Myra is now engaged with a decent rich man who owns chains of hotels. Rich into rich huh?

She won’t marry someone if there’s no reason to do it—or if he’s not handsome. “Is he handsome?” “Yes, he is Eon’s father.” The man in the article suddenly popped up in her mind. The guy that looked extremely like Eon… “Right. My baby Eon is handsome so I guess he is too.” “But is he rich?” Rui paused. “…Yes,” she awkwardly answered. She just nodded. They’re already married. What else can she do? “Okay. Your wealth measurement is the same as mine so I guess he’s richer than your ex.”

I asked, cynically. "We just wanted to tell you that your fiancé is so hot. I looked into him yesterday and it said he's the president of GV corporation and also one of the youngest billionaires in America. How did you manage to snag a man like that? We need tutorials." Another girl, with a gorgeous halo of afro rambled out as she looked toward her friends who nodded enthusiastically in unison. That was quite a strange question that I wasn't expecting, so had no idea how to answer because I knew I didn't snag Roman.

I said it and I really meant it, more than anything. * The girls and I left later that evening so we could rest in our dorm and be up and early for Thursday's class. "Where do I find men like Greg?" Beth asked me scrolling through her phone when we were finally in our dorm room. "That was the best thing that had ever happened to me." She said again. "My fiance is not a type." I rolled my eyes playfully at her. "Are you kidding? He's literally a billionaire and is fucking listed as one of the richest people in the world." She beaked, "At least I can proudly say you are my friend."

"Will you? Ricardo, you don't strike me as the kind to commit murder, can you?" "Don't fool yourself into thinking you're safe in here." "I'm going to be out of here in no time. I have a lot of money." "And so do I," Ricardo replied. "And I have no qualms about spending my every penny on sending you to prison for the rest of your life." Chris made a snort. "You and your girlfriend." "Fiancee." Chris clarified. "She is not my girlfriend; she is my fiancee." "And who was my sister to you?"

Samaira went back to her days with Rick, he hadn’t given her a single gift till the end, then her thoughts went to Siddharth, he too must be pampering the other girl in his life like this right. Samaira could never find anyone who would pamper her and gift her a diamond ring all her life, though she bought many for herself in the past “It’s exquisite indeed,” she complimented the enthusiastic girl, Samaira thought that her fiance must be a rich man who could afford such an expensive ring, but she did not know of anyone in the crew who was this rich “Who is your fiance?,” she asked the girl who was still admiring the ring on her finger “Oh!, he should be here any moment, I’ll introduce you to