Suitor Novels & Stories

Both of them understood each other very well, that was why she thought that a delicate matter like this needed the first attention from her mother than her father who would always want to lord over all domestic matters. “Good morning ma. Hope you slept well last night.” Vivian began. “Yes, my daughter, the night was a very fine one; it was full of terminology for joyful and peaceful sleep,” Susana responded as she rubbed her face with both palms. “Yes,” said Vivian. “I have come to inform you that the letter which you gave me yesterday was written by a suitor.” She did not take her eyes from her. She wasn’t sure what would be her response. Vivian quickly sat o

“Wow, so you’re getting married, huh? She knew that you’ll do everything for her. That is not bad Abby, You can have a marriage of convenience.” “Marriage? seriously? Mom can just keep the money in the bank until it reaches three years if doesn’t want me to touch them. Why she has to let me marry him of all the people?” “Wait, did I miss something? You mean that man is the representative too?” “Yeah, he is and not mom’s lawyer. Everything will be transferred to him after our marriage.” “Wow! Who is he, Abby?” I blow an exasperated sigh “Sebastian Asshole Christopher Hughes III, himself.” I say gritting my teeth

Adrian said, warmly holding my left hand on top of the table. "Adrian, I get that you like me, but don't you think I'm endangering your family?" I said, telling him how I could be or not. "What do you mean?" He ask, questioning looking at me with worried and yet seriousness. Oh-uh...I just realized that he doesn't know that my mate is a powerful alpha of America- "Mate!" Double oh-uh!

The number dropped from 1% to 0. The system gave me a choice. If I wanted to avoid the pain of failure, I could bind to the Perfect Partner System and become the wife Spencer wanted. I hesitated. I asked, “What if he notices something is off?” The system was always cold, but its reply cut deeper than usual. “He doesn’t love you anymore. He won’t notice.” It was true. Spencer did not love me anymore. The man who once filled his world with my presence was gone. He was burning with anger. I looked at him and whispered, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

He creased his brows and looked at me, now confused and with disbelief. "Because I want to try things out. I am looking for a girlfriend and maybe you are available." My lips parted in shock at his sudden answer. What the hell? "Girlfriend? There are lots of women out there, Kiel. Why me?" "Why not you? I want you and you are my types." "If you won't believe me, then I will prove myself to you. Let me be your suitor."

Jpg We open the photo. The same black and red suit but this time his face is on show. His milky white skin contrasts the darkness of his suit, but holy fuck he is handsome. He has this angular face, a chin and jaw dappled with facial hair. His eyes are so dark they are almost ink-black. And his hair had been styled to swoop from one side to the other and back. He screams wealth. He screams desire. Arianna fans her face. "Honestly. I hope you take this opportunity, Lisbeth. It'd be a shame to waste it."

So who was it? I narrowed my eyes. “Which one of my dreadful suitors is it this time?” Sometimes one of them will request an audience to showcase some sort of skill or gift to “win my affections.” They never worked, I would not be bought by silly gifts that don’t have any personal value or meaning.

Quitara asked. “Yes. There are two others he has been asked to vet. I believe one is coming the day after tomorrow.” I said. “Do you know who it is?” Tobias asked. “Not a clue. But I am going to lay low and not say anything or engage with them. It should be fair.” I said. “Do you know if those candidates have mates?” “Elder Crane said I am the only one with a mate. He knows I rejected Rosalie and then was immediately paired with Quitara in the next breath. So he still has high hopes for me.” I said.

The other person remained silent for a long time, saying nothing. Just when I thought he was about to reject me, he suddenly spoke. "Alright, let’s get married." The voice belonged to none other than Hector—the man Simon hired to pretend to pursue me. His tone was gentle as he said, "I’ll pick you up tomorrow." I thought he was joking. But at dawn, my doorbell rang. Rubbing my swollen, tear-stained eyes, I opened the door to find Hector standing there, impeccably dressed.

I shouldn’t be thinking about her, I scolded myself. I opened a random page in the magazine and my fingers clutched the pages tightly. There she was, Kimberly Sweeten, wearing the dress I bought her for Valentine's Day last year with my brother clutching her waist from behind. The headline read; ~~ KIMBERLY SWEETEN, AMERICA'S SWEETHEART, TRADED IN MAXIMILIAN McTAVISH FOR HIS YOUNGER BROTHER ASHER McTAVISH. ~~