Stephanie Soo Fiance Face Novels & Stories

Vittoria whispered, fear bleeding into her voice. I looked up at the man who had been haunting my life for weeks. The man whose presence felt like both threat and unfathomable salvation. “I'll rather sell myself to Vito Castellano.” I said hoarsely. Yes Vito is my Ex-Fiance's Stepbrother and the most feared man in the country and Italy but at least he's worth it right? One hundred and ninety thousand dollars won't shaken his pockets. "You don't know what you are saying Zoya, Vito is-"

’ Stephan looked like he’d been slapped a gain , ‘My job? ‘Is on the line, Stephan, and has been for the last year. Now do what you’re best at and organize a reception for my official engagement. I’ll talk to my mother and ask her to furnish you with the details. No doubt Mama will want to sort out the finer details with you,’ he said, his voice soimding rather bored now. ‘Who are you betrothed to?’ ‘Me,’ came the soft feminine voice from the doorway. ‘Carrie? How lovely to see you. It’s been too long.’ Stephan went to her, kissing her gently on the cheek. He liked Carrie, ‘I’d like to say you look wonderful, but you don’t look very well at all.’

That was when a voice cut us off, making us both separate anxiously. Confused at who I was seeing. “Wait…Steph. What are you doing here?” Stephanie moved closer, her eyes moving from me to Daniel and then back to me. “I should be asking you that. Because this is my man’s house. Annabel I’m in my fiancé's…. house”. She sang it in my ears, then moved closer with arms crossed. “Now, Annabel, what are you doing in my man’s house”. The mysterious man from last night is her fiancé?

"It's everywhere, babe. Three gossip sites already, and one of them used the word 'smitten' in the headline, which, frankly, tracks." I pulled it up myself a moment later, my stomach doing something complicated. The photo wasn't scandalous… nothing more than the two of us leaning close over a small table, Noah's hand resting near mine, both of us laughing at something outside the frame's memory. But it was intimate in a way that felt exposed, caught rather than performed, and the headline underneath it made my chest tighten in a way I hadn't braced for. *Billionaire Noah Sinclair's Mystery Fiancée– Are They The Real Deal?*

I said calmly, “the wedding is canceled.” I waited for the murmurs to quiet. “Here’s why.” I let the footage run—every kiss, every grope, every heated glance between my fiancé and my stepsister—projected twenty feet high for the entire elite of Emeralda City to see. Then I spoke again. “My fiancé and my stepsister chose to fuck each other on our wedding day. Enjoy the show.”

I walked back toward the main hall, my heart pounding harder with every step. And then I saw her. My sister. Standing in the center of the room. She was smiling, happy and I was going towards her and almost immediately I froze! Because she wasn’t alone anymore, Her hand was wrapped around his arm. And this time… I could see his face clearly. My heart stopped. My breath caught. My entire world came trembling. Because the man I had just left in that room… Was her fiancé.

Marcus's mother was ten feet away and closing fast. "Good evening," Isla said. Her court voice, clear, steady, no shaking allowed. "My name is Isla Bennett. I was supposed to get married on Saturday. I won't be. My fiancé, Marcus Webb, has been having an affair with my assistant for the past six months." Total silence. Then, all at once, the whole room erupted. Constance Webb's face went from pale to furious in under a second. "Isla Bennett, you stop this right now…"

“Where have you been hiding? Months and not a word—do you know how lonely you’ve left me?” Her eyes slid to me then, and her smirk widened. “And who’s this?” she asked sweetly, before her tone sharpened like a knife. “Wait—don’t tell me. This can’t be your fiancée. She looks… nothing like the one in the photos. Did your fiancè finally go through with plastic surgery? Because I swear, I don’t see the resemblance.” Laughter curled in her throat, light and cruel. Heat rushed to my cheeks, my stomach knotting. The room tilted slightly, though no one else seemed to notice. They were too busy watching—waiting to see what Xavier would do.

I didn't win. I’d fought. Screamed. Begged. Victoria forced me to marry Ryan anyway. At my own wedding, my stepsister Clara was the only one smiling. Her eyes glittered. Satisfaction. A family-only ceremony—stepmother, sister, Ryan’s bodyguard, and best friend. His family? Didn’t even bother to show up. The priest was too afraid to speak during the vow process, Ryan refused to say his vow, he didn't bother trying to show that he felt something. I was the only one saying my vows and happy that maybe he is going to be different.

Emily added, recognizing the effort he’d put in. Just then, a guy swooped in, lifting Stephanie into his arms and kissing her. He had tousled blond hair and deep blue eyes, there was a presence about him. “Happy birthday, babe,” he murmured, planting a kiss on her lips. So, this must be Stephanie's boyfriend. “Hey, Emily,” he grinned, his gaze lingering on her. “Aren’t you a bit hot in that sweater? Maybe you should lose it.” The guy showed up to his girlfriend's birthday party high, I could smell the strong wave of smoke intoxicating him.