She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment Novels & Stories

The moment we entered the apartment, she pulled the pins from her hair and sighed deeply. “I never want to attend another gala again,” she muttered. A small smile touched my lips. “Unfortunately, this is only the beginning.” She groaned softly and dropped onto the couch. I loosened my tie and poured her a glass of water before sitting across from her. “Thank you,” she said quietly while taking it. “For the water?” “For standing beside me tonight.” I studied her carefully. Even after the public scandal, she still carried herself with dignity. Most people would have broken down under that pressure.

“You’d think we’re going to a gala.” She looks at me. “This is special. We’re celebrating your divorce. I want to look gorgeous. You pampered me today so I would look good, so what’s the problem?” “No problem.” She finally settles on jewelry, and I help her with a necklace that drapes down her back, just enough coverage. “I’m glad this dress is long,” she says. “I can wear short heels.” She grabs lipstick, a bright red. “Wow.” She laughs and wipes it off. “Nope. Nude with a dark cat eye.”

"But we have a special today, would you like to try the Lexa fondue." She looked up to me and her frown was instantly replaced with a beam of smiles. She stood up from the chair and hugged me tightly, almost squeezing the life out of me. I was just as happy to see her and I returned the gesture. She smelt of lightly scented lavender and... happiness. She wore a pegged dress with a golden chain belt on the waist and her grey-black hair was in the prettiest bun. She looked beautiful than I last saw her. What Elliot did to her and Ana changed their lives. Once they were maids, but now they were living like normal stable people.

But now, suddenly, he was cleaning house? “I thought she was untouchable,” I said under my breath. “Apparently not. But wait—it gets better.” She pulled out her phone like it held nuclear codes. “Rena from PR just texted me. He’s engaged. Damon Prince. To Bella Rosio. Heiress. Model. Basically a designer perfume ad who speaks Italian in her sleep.” The words hit harder than I expected. Engaged. Of course he was. A man like Damon Prince doesn’t walk alone—he curates. And whoever she was, she’d be everything I wasn’t. The kind of woman who fit in next to him, who looked like she belonged. A woman born in the same world.

For a little bit, she wasn't sure how to react, but then, she clenched her jaw and reached up to take off the suit, but stopped at the very last moment when she noticed people were watching, observing her. God, all this for some shares? She closed her eyes and shook her head, letting out a silent sigh before opening them again. Oh well, that was enough dwindling for her. Although she'd made a reputation for herself, she now needed to create connections and that wasn't going to happen if she just stood around. ~~~*~~~ The gala had ended shortly after the event that drew everyone's attention. With a composed smile still painted on her lips, Bellatrix gracefully slipped her hand into the crook

At the point she was at, she needed those things that boosted her confidence, no matter how subtle they were. Luca Pavilochenki was not an easy man to contend with. Her hair had been straightened and curled again so it had a nice layered look. Her butterfly necklace glittered like the engagement ring on her finger. She picked up her phone and tilted the screen like she was making a video “ Oh get ready with me guys as I pretend to be the happily engaged, soon to be married wife of Luca Pavilochenki! The king of all assholes and my arch nemesis”

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.

The dancers moved like water, fluid and elegant, dressed in silks that shimmered under golden lighting. And through it all, Nerissa talked about her day. About the flowers she wanted in the centerpiece. About the article that leaked our “engagement” and how she couldn’t believe how quickly the public responded. The response has been mixed, more confused than negative or positive. Speculation is flowing around about whether i cheated since i seemed to have jumped into a new marriage. A new rush to replace my luna. She talked about wanting to go dress shopping. Telling me we needed to set a date.

“Why do you get to have it all? You– If it weren’t for you, Greg would never have abandoned me!” By now, her reputation was ruined. Her family had disowned her, and she was no longer the proud heiress she once was. The last I’d heard of her, she had become a mistress for money, only to be violently thrown out by the wife once she was discovered. Julian had the security escort her out and made it clear she was not to appear in the city again. After the wedding, Julian truly spoiled me. Whenever he could, he took me traveling around the world. We watched sunrises by the sea, the first rays turning the water golden.

Then, she stepped back to the microphone, her silver gown glittering under the harsh presentation lights. “As you can all see,” she announced, her voice resonating with cold finality, “Killian Hayes chose his sordid secret over his legacy, his duty, and the stability of two of the city’s greatest families. The engagement is officially broken. The merger is compromised. We will be pursuing all legal options to recoup damages.”