She Became Glamorous After Engagement Annulment นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Don’t be shy, just give it to me plainly.” “Well, they say that she’s changed. She’s been described as aloof and unkind. From what I’ve heard about her before, it sounds like she has changed dramatically since leaving our pack,” John’s discomfort is telegraphed all over his face. “I suppose becoming a princess will do that to a person…” I say, mostly to myself. So, my suspicions were correct. Cara has taken to the fanciful and carefree lifestyle of a princess. That’s why Eamon didn’t promote her to Beta.

And she had rebuilt beautifully. Seated on her velvet dressing stool, Amelia faced the mirror, her posture relaxed, confident. Time had been kind to her— no, generous. The six years that had passed since her life shattered had only refined her beauty. Her skin glowed, her curves softened into elegance, her presence radiated a quiet glamour that turned heads effortlessly.

“And with the help of this black, sexy lingerie, maybe you’ll finally win the heart of the hottest billionaire and have a happily ever after.” “There’s no happily ever after, Julie. Let’s just go already. I’m starving.” Even after declining the lingerie, Julie still made sure I bought it. Back at the mansion, I slipped into my engagement dress—a stunning, off-shoulder champagne gown. Julie zipped it up, then stepped back, her eyes shining. “Girl. You look like a goddess.” I turned to the mirror. My breath caught. I actually… looked good. With wavy hair and subtle makeup, I was the definition of elegance. Almost like—No. Don’t go there, Ariana.

The glittering twinkle in her eyes from being engaged to Mark had vanished long ago leaving only dead, lifeless eyes. It wasn't easy for her to lose everything in just a single span of one night, her elegant speech, prideful smirk, confident struts and diva attitude were all gone. She was known as the top female celebrity socialite of Miami, the women always crowded around her in high hopes of currying favor with her rumored Miss Carter and future Mrs. Johnson, this was all the benefits she earned before the fall of the legendary Evangline Carter. People always copied whatever she did, wore or ate all the time. To many she was the ideal female every socialite's women aspired to become, of co

“Tonight, at the charity gala we hosted, he publicly introduced his mistress to everyone. I can’t continue this marriage. I want it over as quickly as possible.” “I understand, Olivia,” Mr. Hamish said, his voice a tad gentler this time. “I’ll make some calls tonight. By morning, I’ll come to the estate with the papers.” I let out a small, shaky breath. “Thank you, Mr. Hamish. Good night.” I hung up and set the phone down beside me. I just sat there in the hollow silence of my bedroom, burying my face in my palm. Seven whole years. I had given this man seven years of my life, my youth, my energy. Every effort I had poured into Damien to ensure his success and the success of his company. And

She was the only woman he wants and it will never be wrong when his live for her feels so right and amazing. He could still remember wayback on their engagement party. She was wearing a long haltered red gown that completely knocked him off through his feet. She was so captivatingly beautiful and gorgeous. Men gives her desiring look and he couldn't help but to feel proud because she was going to be her fiancee. She looks like a princess, an enticing goddess and he just couldn't believe he was meant to have her. But behind that beauty is a sad and miserable eyes. She looked so anxious that time as her knees trembling in nervousness. Her hand was cold as he was holding her and guiding her in

Like my mind had played some cruel trick and conjured her up from loneliness or delusion. Still, I pressed on. I made deeper inquiries, and that’s when I heard the news. She was engaged—to Wilbet Gregory. A very interesting choice, if I do say so myself. It was no secret he had just gotten out of a scandalous breakup with his longtime lover mere months before announcing his engagement. And yet there he was, suddenly all smiles with the quiet, reclusive Aziza. It raised eyebrows. But the Laurents don’t interfere. We never do. So I did the only sensible thing left. I left the country for a while. Traveled. Distracted myself. Tried to forget her. Tried.

She was able to breathe for the first time in months. She called a cab and sighed as she climbed into the backseat, her suitcase rolling behind her. She wore a loose sundress that skimmed her thighs, big sunglasses, and a gold anklet that winked with each leg shift, making her reflection in the window appear almost alien. Two days prior, after calling off her engagement to Damien, she had purchased that anklet in a fit of rebellion. Damien would have detested this gown. He would have detested her excessively red lipstick and the way she styled her hair down. And she had worn it for that very reason.

Chapter 3: The Unwanted Engagement Elena never thought her life would turn into a spectacle for the entire world to see. But now, with just one announcement, she had become the center of gossip, headlines, and scrutiny. The engagement between her and Damien Sterling had spread like wildfire. Newspapers, magazines, and online articles painted different versions of their story. Some called it a fairy tale—an ordinary woman capturing the heart of a billionaire. Others saw it as a scandal, with Elena as a gold digger who had somehow tricked the ruthless CEO into marriage.

I couldn’t help but feel the shame she felt when Damien announced the end of their engagement. I knew she was feeling it, or she was going to after throwing such a lavish party a few months ago for their engagement party only to see it being called off the very time I got married, everyone knew she was obsessed with Damien and I didn’t even know why, because I doubt she loved him, she just wanted him and that was all.