She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment Novels & Stories

she announced, clearly pleased with herself. Damien raised an eyebrow. “Which marriage?” What on earth was she talking about? “The one between the Armani group’s daughter and Noorstan’s young prince. I may have schemed a bit and helped break it off,” she said proudly, a mischievous glint in her eye. But instead of joining her in celebration, both Damien and Adeline looked taken aback. “What?” she asked, a little surprised by their reactions. Damien let out a sigh. “The hotel deal?”

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.

She asked and threw a small colorful paper to me. “What’s this?” I asked, flipping it to the other side. “Your salvation from this boring and pathetic life you live ,” she said dramatically. “It’s it’s a masked party happening at one of the VIP underground clubs in this city.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “Yes, not everyone gets an invite but I did and I’m allowed a plus one. We need to get you out there, dresssed in the shortest dress and linked with the hottest man.” “So…you wanna pimp me out.”

' I buried my face in his chest, heart attack. Happiest birthday of my life. Ted's standpoint Three days later I watched from the balcony of the opposite building as she stepped out of her car. No one would recognize her but I did, I knew her as much as I knew my guns. She went gold this time, changed her hair gold and cut it into a blunt Bob to give her another look. Her skin was tanned, eyes lavender and nose pierced. She looked up at where I stood like she could see me. She blew a kiss before walking into the casino to either get herself killed or make her plan a success.

he asked quietly. Elena smiled faintly. Good. Direct hit. “So it’s true,” she said. “Elena, listen...” “No. You listen. It’s over.” She ended the call. Her pulse was steady. Another difference. By noon, the business circle was already murmuring. Engagement canceled. No explanation. No scandal; yet. Perfect. She changed into a tailored cream suit instead of her usual soft dresses and left the house without informing anyone of her destination. The driver checked the mirror. “Office, miss?”

And then, in a tone far too calm, she said, "You won't dare call off the engagement." I chuckled, but it held no humor. No warmth. Just ice sliding down a blade. "I have a meeting with the press in an hour," I said, standing slowly. "That's where I'll be announcing the annulment." Her eyes followed me. And then she smiled. Why the fuck is she smiling? She stood and sauntered to where she had dumped her bag like she'd just won a game I hadn't realized I was playing. She opened the bag. Slipped her hand inside. Pulled out her phone.

“How... how can you even say something like that about your own-” “You know,” she interrupts smoothly, rising from her chair with an air of absolute boredom. She brushes an invisible speck of dust from her white trousers, her movements fluid and aristocratic. “Cade is planning to publicly announce his engagement to Bella the moment this sordid little contract is finalized. It’s already being arranged.” A wicked, triumphant smile tugs at her heavily contoured, silicone-filled lips.

They decided to go to the bar for a while. The glam team left Marigold after her make over done, even her dress are now changed. The girl stood infront of the mirror, and though she admired her own beautiful reflection, she didn't feel happy at all. 'So what if I were this beautiful tonight, it's not that I'm the one who's going to get engage anyway and this isn't my day.' she shook her head. 'Why are you being so sentimental all of a sudden, Marigold?..... What were you thinking?' When she came out from the suite, she met Adelaida together with her assistant.

The hall that once hosted Aurelia’s birthday now glittered again, this time for her engagement celebration — the official one, after years of steady courtship. Aurelia stood before the mirror in her room, adjusting the ruby earrings that matched her locket. Her reflection showed a woman far removed from the uncertain girl of three years ago. Her hair fell in soft waves, her gown a silken shade of champagne gold. Confidence had replaced fragility. The quiet sorrow she once carried had softened into grace. Behind her, a familiar voice spoke. “You look every bit the queen of the night.”

She rolled over onto her stomach, burying her face in her pillow before popping back up with sudden realization. "Wait, what's the next scene?" she muttered to herself, tapping her chin thoughtfully. Her eyes widened as it hit her. "OH! The charity gala! Dominique's throwing that bougie charity ball tomorrow night!" Deja sat up straight, a wicked grin spreading across her face. This is the PERFECT opportunity! I can break off the engagement AND make everyone's affection percentage drop like it's hot. Two birds, one tacky stone!