She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She played the song swaying her head left and right in the Lamborghini. She decided to enjoy and chill before listening to Amber advice on the marriage. One thing Amber is good at is to advise people, she can be clumsy but at giving advice, she is the best. She arrived at ANNING models in short, she got down from the Lamborghini and entered the building. Is that yesterday celebrant or am I seeing things? She just looks like a sexy secret agent! Even though it's trouser, her cleavages don't hide! Happy birthday in Arrears ANNING goddess!

Nora Sinclair slipped out of her sleek black dress in the powder room and stared at her reflection. The sequined fabric clung to her curves, the plunging neckline daring—and entirely intentional. She exhaled, smoothing a stray lock of hair. Tonight was her ex’s engagement party, and she was determined not to look heartbroken. She’d be a vision: confident, unattainable, unbroken.

In the past, Shannon always went for a pure and innocent image. Even after she ruined her reputation by sleeping with playboys and older men, she'd still put her long hair down and wear a white dress like a graceful pianist. It had been half a year since they last saw her. Her style had transformed from a naive heiress' into that of a wealthy man's wife. She seemed to have undergone plastic surgery on her face as well. Her eyes appeared larger with deeper double eyelids, her lips were a little thicker, and her facial structure was sharper now. Despite all of that, Celeste still recognized her at first glance.

I turned back to face Riley, a smug look on my face; "I've decided to cancel my engagement to Liam Russell and revoke my title. I am no longer an Emerson nor your future Luna anymore." An uproar was sparked in the ballroom once again and the reporters started asking questions but I ignored them. My eyes were mainly on Riley and I watched how she grinned maliciously at me. The triuphant smile were so evident and her eyes flashed with the evil glint in them, and it increased my amused smile. We shall see who the real winner is sister.

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.

She stared at her reflection in the tinted window, just a ghost of light and shadow, but she saw everything. The woman before her was not the same one who had collapsed in shame two weeks ago. This Amara wore a gown of midnight blue silk, its neckline a delicate plunge, the fabric hugging her curves like a second skin. Diamonds glittered at her ears and throat. Her hair was swept into a loose, smoky updo, tendrils framing her face like whispered secrets. Her makeup was flawless, bold eyes, soft lips, a warrior’s composure painted over trembling nerves. This was her first public appearance since the scandal. Since the pole. The videos. The betrayal. Since the world had branded her a slut.

He sat in the car beside her, and ordered his butler to zoom off , when they got out of reach of the reporters she removed her disguise and sat upright heaved a sigh of relief. She had switched off her phone after dropping a sentence message for her sister, ”I need some time alone” Drake looked over at her, she looked nothing like the provocative bride who just brutally annulled her own wedding now that she was all covered up and had gotten rid of that red lipstick She looked more conservative and beautiful. He had to hold back his lustful desire to take her right there in that car. Amelia Dinkins had been lost in thought, she had ruined her family`s integrity to get back at two cheaters, sh

Anya went on social media like it was her life support, so if any wind of my face were even to show up… I shake my head and point at any random shoe. I’ve left that life. I’m safe. “You look really lost, young lady.” I turn to glare at Celene to mind her business, but she just sneers, still staring through her glasses. “I’m so excited about my engagement, so I’m imagining.” I snap, and she drops the newspaper she was reading. “Bullshit,” she hisses, “we both know this is a marriage of convenience.” “Good, then, leave me alone.”