Stephanie Soo Fiance Face Novels & Stories

Stephan, however, shook his head and said: "Just me and a small party came, at least for now. My father had urgent commitments in the Eurasian kingdom, but he and my mother should be back in Tresoria in about two weeks. So, I believe we can pick up where we left off before that fiasco that would have been the party to announce that we're together. What do you think?" "Sounds like a plan," I muttered to him, my face blank. I've had so much on my plate lately that the last thing I needed was a fiancé I didn't want. Unfortunately, I still thought all of this was inevitable and although I had asked the heavens countless times for a solution to this problem, no bright idea had come up until now.

Stephanie just smirked and said, “You were in a hurry. Did you miss me that badly?” Oli scoffed, “I could say the same to you. We just met a couple of minutes ago at my restaurant, and now you’re here at my house. You’re quite clingy. No wonder why Alexander does not like you back.” Stephanie gritted her teeth in annoyance, and she lied, knowing that Oli still does not know the news about Alexander and her wedding called off, “I’m still Alexander’s fiancé.” “I pity the guy, really.” Oli mocked, “Being married to you is just… a disaster. You’re elegant and all from outside, but inside, you’re just a huge mess.”

The conversation about Enzo's wedding with Megan and her father didn't go well, if it was up to Enzo he wouldn't even want his father to be here however,the day moved so fast that it was already the day of Enzo's wedding to Stephanie craig. Enzo Song stared at the eyes of his bride with adoration. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with Stephanie.

Elliot's words felt like a slap to the face for Stephan. Elliot was clearly drawing the line between them but instead of being angry at him, Stephan felt something bitter rise up in his chest as the image of the green eyed brunette who once stood at his side, flashed in his mind. Like Sophia, he had seen the headlines and brushed it off as a minor publicity stunt but he realized that there could be a lot more than he expected. He made a mental note to have a "talk" with the woman who was suddenly meddling in his friendship with the King Pin. "Elliot, Sophia is my fiancée, not my mistress,"

Stephanie deadpans glaring at Brooke. "He did?" Brooke's eyes widen. "Yes he did," she replies still glaring. "OMG! That hasn't happened in a long time," Brooke states happily. She knows how Stephanie hates that her parents are always busy with work. "Yeah. Mum even made breakfast," Steph grins. "Wow. I was wishing it would have been your soon-to-be-boyfriend," Brooke pouts childishly. "If I may ask, who is this so-called 'soon-to-be-boyfriend'?" Stephanie asks, air quoting.

"In her bed. In her fiancé's bed. Did you plan this? Did you plan this from the start, you ungrateful little bastard?" "It was an accident," I said. My voice cracked down the middle. "The full moon, we didn't choose—" "Save it." Marisol's grip tightened. "Everyone will know what you are by morning. A slut who couldn't keep her hands off her own sister's mate." "Enough." Kian's voice. Flat. Final. Marisol's hand froze in my hair. "Last night was an accident," he said, still not looking at me, only at her. "It changes nothing. My engagement to Priya stands."

"Wait, are you talking about Anastasia?" Luca lifted his leg to kick again, but Liam held up his hands. "Stop, stop. I'll tell you anything you want to know." Finally, I bent and looked him in the eye. "Did. You. F*ck. My. Son's. Fiancée?" My tone seemed to impart the gravity of the situation on Liam. His brows flew up and he started babbling. “I… I.. I didn't know she was getting married. I'm sorry. She never told me. I would never have had anything to do with her if I knew she was getting married. You have to believe me.”

"I'll wait for you in the dressing room in the hotel. I haven't forgotten the promise that I made to you last night. I'll personally put on your veil for you and send you down the aisle." I snatched Tiffany's phone from her and swiftly unlocked it. Two names were pinned to the top of her chat. One of them was "Husband A", and the other one was "Husband B". After looking at the profile pictures, I immediately recognized that "Husband A" was Justin, and I was "Husband B". I thought about how, when Tiffany and I had just become a couple, she had sweetly said, "I'm going to change your nickname in my phone to 'Husband.' That way, I'll immediately know that it's you whenever you text me!"

“What is happening?” Exactly as expected. I allowed the noise to settle before speaking again. “Yes,” I continued calmly. “It’s true that I was previously engaged to Nathan.” My gaze moved through the crowd until it landed on Nathan himself. He stood near the front beside Lily. Nathan looked tense. Lily looked nervous. Time for the next move. “But circumstances have changed,” I said smoothly. “Because, Nathan and I are no longer in that relationship.” The whispers grew louder again. “So while Nathan and I were once fiancé and fiancée,” I continued lightly, “we are now simply aunt and nephew.”

He wouldn’t have noticed her. She entered the kitchen, made herself a tea, slowly, mechanically. She took a sip, then headed to the sofa, settling in with the morning newspaper. Thomas walked into the living room, a barely concealed smile on his face. — Hey, I have something to tell you, he announced, a spark of excitement in his eyes. He sat down next to her, placing his plate on the coffee table. Léa looked up from her book, intrigued. She wasn’t used to seeing her husband in such a light state.