She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment Novels & Stories

She says as she introduces me to him, Then she adds with a razorblade gulp, "my fiance." I am completely taken aback by this. Her parents have set her up to be married so soon after the Nicholas debacle? She could see the confusion on my face and smiled with a shake of her head that only I could see. "The Rebellious Heiress, lovely to finally meet you," He says as he takes my hand and kisses the back of it, his lips lingering for a second too long. This already sent goosebumps of disgust down my back, not to mention the filthy look in his eyes. "Charmed," was all I could get out before I looked at Anabelle again. "Can I steal you for a moment?" I ask, and she nods again. "I'll be right back,

After her divorce from him, she is marrying Eric Grant. Another top-notch billionaire. She seemed to have good eyesight. This just proved that she was really a crook. She needed a man for power and money. The same as the other women who could not live without a man and who could give them all the expensive things in the world. Meanwhile, Arabella was staring at her reflection in the mirror. The white plain off-shoulder dress perfectly embraced her curves. Part of her request for the wedding was not to splurge any amount of money as the ceremony was just for show.

Amazingly, her looks transformed from that once innocent decent girl to a hot sexy slut. Her boyfriend is in danger. He has never seen her that way before. She was going to suffocate him just as he had been doing to him in the past few days since he became the CEO of his father's company. In self-admiration, she put her engagement ring on her fourth finger not willing to be perceived as the handsome man’s regular slut but as his queen and wife-to-be. Bending down she wore her planetarium guild silver stiletto that Shawn got earlier for her which matched her Silver purse and added a good romantic perfume to her body.

His playboy attitude seemed unstoppable. "What authority do you have to trespass in my castle?" Darcus growled, his anger palpable. Aisha stood her ground, her voice calm and devoid of emotion. I could sense the hatred in her eyes as they landed on me. "Our engagement is still not canceled, Your Majesty. Technically, I am still your fiancée," Aisha responded, and I witnessed Darcus becoming even more enraged by her words. James's gaze shifted towards me. "You are not my fiancée, and I remember signing the annulment papers, which Mr. Gracia accepted as well," Darcus stated firmly. Aisha smiled, gripping his hand.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into Anna’s mansion as she stood before her full-length mirror dressed in a stunning champagne-colored gown. The shinny fabric hugged her curves beautifully, the high slit showing off her gorgeous leg. Her hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail that fell like a golden waterfall down her back. Today was the opening of P and M Jewelry. Today was the day she would rain fire, smoke, and destruction on everyone who had wronged her. She would kill many birds with one stone.

It was quite embarrassing, but she turned around and got engaged to Kendrick, the most esteemed man in Elfhedge. She didn't have many opportunities to appear in public, so various rumors started to spread online. Some said she was extremely ugly, while others claimed she was as beautiful as a goddess. As soon as they heard, everyone started discussing that the woman in front of them was Annabelle. "That's Annabelle, so beautiful. She's definitely not an ugly girl." "Gemma Pratt is also impressive. She truly lives up to her reputation as a supermodel. Her figure is truly remarkable." "If you ask me, Annabelle had a better body proportion..."

She claimed the space. She wore crimson—deep and daring—with a slit that cut up her thigh and a neckline that made the diamonds at her collarbone look like afterthoughts. Her heels clicked in soft rhythm against marble, and her hair was swept back in a low, sleek twist, revealing the quiet power in her jawline and the calm fire in her gaze. People turned. Glasses paused mid-air. Conversations stalled. Even the men who had brought dates that night found their eyes straying. Avery didn’t smile. She didn’t have to.

Our engagement was real, a promise forged through storms. That night, I checked X, curiosity winning. A new TMZ clip played: “Kayla Reed’s journey—from Greenwich waitress to Met Gala star to Justin Drake’s fiancée. Is this the ultimate love story?” X posts leaned kinder: “Kayla’s ring is fire. She’s living the dream.” I smiled, my doubts quieter, my body warm against Justin’s. The truth was out, and I was engaged to the man I loved, ready to face whatever came next.

Now they were even. She had expected Zac to get angry, but he didn't. Instead, he merely stood, not saying anything at all. This was when she realized she had to hold back her anger. After the engagement party, they had to get a divorce and go on separate ways. She walked into the room and started to dress up. She put on the honey waist dress that she designed, tied up her black hair, and pulled it up into an elegant updo. Then she wore light make-up.

A satisfied smile curled her lips as she observed how the black metallic sequined off-shoulder dress hugged her curves perfectly. The knee-length cut not only made her look stunning but also added a touch of undeniable allure. She deliberately left her wavy hair loose to enhance her bold appearance. Tonight was a special occasion: Chelsea Harrison’s engagement party. Amora intended to attend and present an exclusive gift as a show of her "concern" as a former best friend. The corners of Amora's lips lifted in a cunning manner. She looked at herself in the mirror and muttered, “Chelsea, your event today is going to be very festive. Consider it my reward for your betrayal in the past.”