Stephanie Soo Fiance Face Novels & Stories

“Who would have thought the ruthless billionaire would turn into such a softie?” I laughed softly. “He was always more than that. It just took us a while to see it.” Ji-Hoon joined Ethan on the mat, and soon the two men were competing to see who could make our daughter laugh harder. Oliver and Lila watched from the side, their fingers intertwined. Lila caught my eye and gave a small wave. Their wedding was set for next spring, and Ethan had already offered to host it on this same terrace.

Khai only utter. "Steph, let's go home. Please." I beg at Steph between my cries, but she ignored me. "What!?" Steph leaves me and she walks towards Khai. "For what!? Why? What did you do to her, huh!? Did you hurt her!?" Steph shouts at him. "Hey!" It was Vivian's voice comes from behind. "You gave you permission to shout on my fiance?" "What!? Fiance?" "Yes! Khai, is my fiance, Stephanie. We are getting married."

Evie screamed at the top of her lungs and lunged forward to the playground as Ethan ran after her. I tried to stop them, but a familiar voice stopped me. I turned around and saw Jax walking toward me, hearing that he had become the Pack's Beta. "How are you doing?" Jax still looked at me as fondly as ever, as if he had never rejected me. "I'm fine, but shouldn't you be getting ready as the wedding's groom now?" I avoided his eyes and questioned him. He tried to stroke my soft hair as he did in; we were not, but I avoided him, and his hand stayed awkwardly in midair.

Stephanie's engagement party was extravagant. It perfectly served its purpose of burying the scandal from her disastrous 18th birthday party. Press releases flooded the news. She even had photos printed and mailed to my house, afraid I was unaware of how wonderful her life was. In the photos, she clung affectionately to a handsome man. The man looked refined, but the small movements of his body subtly revealed his disdain toward Stephanie, who seemed completely unaware and was smiling brightly. "Stephanie, if I were you, I'd take a closer look at your fiance's dating history. You might discover something interesting."

She said when they separated from the embrace. Boone beamed a smile. Amazed at the achievement of his friend. “Wow. I am happy for you. So when will I meet this lucky guy?” “Soon. He went back to HongKong yesterday but when he gets back here, let's have dinner together. Okay? You’ll probably get along well.” Stephanie chuckled just thinking about the guy. “I can’t wait for the two of you to meet. I could see that you two have a lot in common.” Her eyes shimmer as she talked about his fiancé to him.

With that hand he pulls my face against his and once again sticks our lips. This time I wasn't so stunned, on the contrary, I grabbed his neck, putting my arms around him and got closer to his body. The kiss was intense. He held me tight and squeezed my waist tight. That shouldn't happen, should it? He is the son of my “fiancé”. Certainly he said I can have someone, but he said nothing about being his own son ... And worse! I can't do this in public! My God! I walk away quickly and he frowns.

‎Relationship Status: Currently engaged to Lila Quinn. ‎Lila Quinn. ‎I threw my head back and laughed.... a deep, maniacal sound that echoed through the empty penthouse. Oh, this was too perfect. ‎ ‎“So my younger stepsister’s fiancé was the one writhing and moaning under me last night,” I muttered, still chuckling. “Her husband-to-be… taking every inch like he was made for it.” ‎

Sophie said, raising her glass. "I'm not single yet," Anne said. "Technically." "Your father called off the engagement. You're single. Drink." The tequila burned going down. Sophie ordered two more and by the third shot, Anne felt lighter. They moved to the dance floor. The music pounded through Anne's chest. Sophie danced beside her, laughing and free. They danced for an hour before Sophie's phone rang. Sophie checked the screen and her face changed. "I have to take this," she shouted over the music.

He looked like something was wrong, with his usual bright expression in a light frown. Then he asked her if she was okay. Did she need to take off early? Because he could cover for her. She was confused and, for a moment, assumed that he was talking about the other time she fainted. When she told him that she was fine, he showed her the news. Her phone was off; she didn’t care to charge it—and so, she was one of the last few people in the department to see it. Her fiancé, the women in the car with him, who looked very much like strippers. And the headline about him being drunk. She’d stared, frozen, at the picture of him being led to a cop car, and the blood had drained from her face.