روايات وقصص ضمن She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment

I wanted to give her a witty response but I bit my tongue in protest and simply nodded. "Good. I have good news to share with you." Her words got my attention, igniting a spark of hope in me. "Did you get my college fund back?" She snickered. "I have way better news than that." The hope died down as fast as it came. She smiled moving closer towards me. I noticed quite a few changes in her. Her black hair which was usually in knots was combed neatly and curled behind her, her brown eyes were lit up in genuine excitement. And for once she wasn't wearing her slutty outfit. She had on an expensive knee-length gown which I knew she couldn't have afforded herself.

"She left my bed at nine, took a taxi across town, and walked into her own wedding just in time to destroy it." "It appears so, sir," Lucas said, his eyes wide with genuine shock. "According to the live report, she exposed Julian Vance and her younger sister having an affair in the bridal dressing room, canceled the engagement publicly, and demanded fifty million dollars and a family estate back within twenty-four hours." "Bold," I whispered, the image of her fierce, dark eyes burning in my memory. "Incredibly bold."

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!

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.

This is the first time they saw the self acclaimed movie queen this happy and they couldn't help but try to be happy for her too, despite not knowing the reason for her happiness. Making a quick turn to her right , she headed for Liam's private elevator, her joy knew no bounds . Finally! She's getting engaged with Liam again , after the failure of their supposed engagement party three years ago which she has yet to find out the reason for. She knew what it took her to finally get Liam on hold again ,to get his consent to host the party again! Today , she's going to pick up her engagement dress with Liam after her whining the previous day to get Liam to go with her which he later gave in to .

She possessed my father and made him kill my mother. Well, if she had attended the funeral, we may have held another funeral because I would kill her. *THREE MONTHS LATER* Tony sent me a message this morning. “Oil Heir Bryan Adams Set to Marry Big Bella Fashion Brand Owner, Bella Calamida.” The headline screamed at me from the screen like a slap. She wore white in the engagement photo. All teeth and innocence, looking immaculate. Like someone who would never seduced a married man or buried a woman with her evil and walked away without a scratch.

No sign of Viola. A woman in a sleek suit came over and gave me a bright smile. “Right this way, Mrs. Callister.” She gestured toward the dressing room. I hadn’t even touched the curtain when I heard a woman gasp inside. And then, I pulled it open. Viola stood there, beaming at herself in the mirror, dressed in a white wedding gown. “Stop it…” she said with a laugh, preening like a model mid-photoshoot. Then her eyes found mine, and the smile faltered—just slightly.

She wasn’t allowed to change from her engagement dress, which was now ruffled. Walking outside into the bright sunlight, Darci squinted, her make-up streaked down her features, her hair dishevelled. She held her arms tighter when a few people passing by looked at her strangely. She looked like the morning after a one-night stand, and this was a walk of shame.

*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.

He gestured to Alaric’s powerful hands, still firmly planted on my shoulders. For only the briefest moment, Alaric’s face twitches in what looks like discomfort before he smoothly masks himself with an unemotional blankness. Alaric’s tone is clipped, “She’s a low-born she-wolf who was happy to serve her Alpha King, but that’s all over now. She’s been handsomely compensated. Not that this is any of your concern.” “I take it your engagement to my sister has something to do with that?” Eamon raised an eyebrow at me, ignoring Alaric’s last comment.