She Became Glamorous After Engagement Annulment Mga Nobela at Kwento

Shame, she might never get that chance. It had been 3 weeks since the charity ball. She hadn't seen anyone she knew since then. Not Elijah or Ryder or Even her new master. Bile rose up in her throat again. "Master.” that word unnerved her. She looked at herself in the mirror. The reflection showed a stunning woman in a gown of soft silk, adorned with embroidered lace that shimmered under the blazing lights of the chandelier. She truly had never been this beautiful. Her face was flawless; the beauticians had given their best.

*The charity gala began with the clinking of glasses and the buzz of polite conversation. Susanne was dressed in an elegant light blue gown, adorned with expensive jewelry worth millions, giving off an air of sophistication and grace. But I instantly recognized her necklace—it was an old piece, the same one she wore when she got married. Carol, on the other hand, was dressed in a perfectly tailored red gown, showing off half of her large chest, exuding a bold, radiant beauty. She clung to Hugh’s arm like a proud peacock, flaunting her charms for everyone to see. She whispered sweet nothings to every man who passed by, always on the hunt for new admirers.

“If we’re doing this fake engagement, let’s at least make it look convincing.” Now they stood side by side at the entrance of the upscale charity gala, cameras flashing like gunfire. Elena wore a deep emerald gown that hugged her figure while carefully covering the bandage on her side. Cassian’s hand rested possessively on her lower back, his black tuxedo making him look every inch the powerful heir he still was — at least on paper. The media went wild the moment they stepped onto the red carpet. “Mr. Hale! Is it true the engagement started as a cover for family secrets?”

For once, it felt like she had taken a step forward, albeit a bold one. Her moment of peace was shattered when her phone buzzed repeatedly, lighting up with notifications. She frowned and picked it up, scrolling through the endless messages and social media tags. Her heart sank as she saw the headlines. "Alexis Montgomery Spotted at City Center, Breaks Off Engagement for Another Man!" "Heiress Alexis Dumps Ryan Pierce to Marry Mystery Man!" "Montgomery Heiress Flexes Power: Engagement Ends, New Marriage Begins!" Accompanying the articles was a blurred photo of her walking out of the City Center. Her face was clear, but Julian's side profile was barely visible. Thankfully, it wasn’t detailed

She has changed so much, I couldn’t even recognize her. She looks classy and beautiful, so beautiful. She could be mistaken for a young heiress from an extremely wealthy family. Even with Raphael by my side, I still don’t have the luxury of looking this good. I think she had spent the day at the beauty salon and spa, she looks so stunning and her skin is so spotless and sparkling. She is emanating a special kind of glow, the kind of glow that was seen on my face after Raphael proposed.

They paid for the illusion that they could still be beautiful, still be desired, still be something other than the grief that clung to them like cheap perfume. Five years ago, she had been the most celebrated ballroom dancer in Lagos. Her photograph had hung in the lobby of the Eko Hotel, larger than life, her body arched in a perfect tango dip, her face glowing with the kind of confidence that only came from being young and talented and certain the world belonged to you. Senators' wives had begged for her private lessons. She had worn silk that cost more than her mother's house and danced until her feet bled, and she had loved every second of it. She had loved the applause, the spotlight, t

She wore a gorgeous blue gown with little makeup on her face, which added a rosy beauty to her look which was fresh yet gorgeous. Katherine noticed Winston standing near Jayla, but Jayla appeared to have been forced to attend this occasion. Her head was down with a blank expression, which elicited some whispers in the media, who immediately caught this small thing on tape. They did not anticipate the engagement to take place until they were summoned again. They were taken aback by the lavishness of this cruise who could tell just yesterday that Mackenzie's industry suffered a significant blow?

She began tightening her network: ~Reaching out to old contacts in fashion and PR ~Making appointments with top-tier wedding planners ~Securing interviews to subtly leak her engagement narrative—“From tragedy to triumph” Behind Ethan’s back, she started building a brand around their engagement. She called it The Farwell Glow. The tagline? “Elegance, and power—reborn.” It wasn’t just about being his wife anymore. It was about becoming untouchable. But even as she smiled through fittings and tastings, her instincts whispered, “Ethan's hiding something.” A feeling that kept gnawing at her.

" I did, she was wearing a very expensive ball gown which was released just last week. " " Yes, She's acting all high and mighty just because she got married to Daniel Romero. " " True, I even heard that she quitted the entertainment industry. " " I heard the same too, can you believe it? After rising to fame she suddenly just quit, don't you think that is suspicious? " " I think so too but I guess she wants to become a stay-at-home wife so she'll be able to spend CEO Daniel's money the way she like, So Shameless! "

The desire to disappear consumed her, wishing fervently for the earth to split open and engulf her whole and spare her from the prying eyes that whispered unspeakable judgments. Despite the silence from her stylists and manager, their exchanged glances spoke volumes, laden with inaudible disappointment that weighed heavily on Serena's fragile heart. Gradually, under their meticulous care, Serena began to transform back into herself - or rather, the version of herself the world was accustomed to seeing. Her hair was now sleek and elegantly styled into a sophisticated updo. Her makeup, once smudged and uneven, was now flawless, enhancing her natural beauty without overshadowing it. Finally, sh