The Engagement Annulment Novels & Stories

She even had to send an email to James about her taking leave to focus on her dad's company and she didn't even check to see if he replied before going to her company. Clara felt a headache coming as she creased her brows, her lips pouted with her eyes closed. She didn't expect that one day she would have to fantasize about a man and not just any man her soon to be uncle in-law and to crown it all he's older with an extra twelve years, which meant when she was eight he was already twenty years. But thinking of James and Kate's affair she decided to end the engagement. After all James cheated first and she got proof. She was glad while she caught them in the act she also recorded a video of t

It was the quality that made him extraordinary in business and completely impossible to love. I would know, We had been engaged for two years. Two years of believing I was the exception. That was the part that still lived in my chest like something with teeth. Not the loss of him, exactly. I had made peace with the loss of him in the first year. What I had not made peace with was the manner of the ending. A document. He had ended a two year engagement with a formal document delivered by Marcus Holt on a Tuesday afternoon. No conversation. No final dinner. No acknowledgement that what we had built together deserved more than a courier envelope and a legally worded dissolution.

Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.” ... Silence. The kind of silence that happens right before a gunshot. Vincent’s hand, still on Sofia’s dress, went very still. He turned slowly. The lenses of his designer glasses hid nothing of the icy contempt in his eyes.

Monique stared at my stern face and suddenly felt a little panicked. She thought that I would be just like how I was in the past, talking to her gently and forgiving her easily without bringing up the past. However, all I did was calmly break off the engagement instead. She knew exactly what it meant by me breaking the engagement off. Her dad, John Walton, was a very promiscuous man who had plenty of mistresses and illegitimate children everywhere. Even though he'd orally said that Monique was the sole heiress, there were plenty of other step-siblings who were eyeing her place.

She wanted to check things out but couldn't. Anya and Hazel looked at Thaddeus, waiting for his answer. Thaddeus said, "You're not marrying him. The contract has been annulled." "What? Annulled?" The heiresses were thunderstruck. Roxanne couldn't believe it. Hazel and Anya's eyes bulged out of their skulls.

I told her. "I understand and I am sorry but I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I understand that you need more time to think about it and you can take as much time as you want but keep in mind that our engagement party will be in two weeks...." "There will be no engagement party." I interrupted her. "But..." "That is final, Cynthia. There will be no engagement party, at least not until I regain my memory." I told her firmly leaving no room for argument. She nodded her head weakly. "Okay. There will be no engagement party on one condition." She said.

The words were everything I wanted to scream at the world: ‘Mr. Rexford Jordan Knight wishes to officially announce his engagement to Miss Jenny Walker. The couple chose to keep their relationship private for safety and personal reasons. Any claims of an engagement to Miss Rachel Madison are false. Mr Knight clarifies that he was forced into an arrangement he never consented to and regrets the confusion caused. Please disregard all other statements. Thank you.’ I read it twice, my heart pounding. This wasn’t just words—it was a declaration. A line drawn in the sand.

Thom again. “They’re planning the menu. Birthday roast. Fireworks. Big announcement.” “I heard.” “You’re not going to fight?” She looked up. “What would I be fighting for? A man who let another woman wear the flower I nearly died for?” Silence. “Then what now?” Sepharine stood. “Now I choose myself.” --- In her room, she drafted a letter. > To Lady Walfson, > > I respectfully request the engagement be dissolved. Lord Draven is restored. I am no longer needed.

If your attitude is good enough, I will consider allowing Sibyl to live with us. “It was just a joke the elders made many years ago. We never made a formal engagement. Since my father died, our family has had very little contact. Now I'm married and you're an adult. I don't want rumors in the capital to hurt your future marriage, and I don't want my wife to be hurt by gossip. So, I'm going to make an announcement tomorrow that our engagement is no longer valid. It's for the best.” I looked at him in surprise and forgot to manage my expression.

Sensing her reaction, Carl immediately clarified, "The engagement has already been annulled. Besides, now that the Cromwell family has found their real granddaughter, they’re more than willing to cancel it." "Oh." Amelia lowered her eyes and continued eating. It didn’t matter to her either way. She had no plans to marry young. Carl chuckled softly, his explanation thorough and reassuring. "I never even met this Miss Amelia. The engagement was arranged because of an old prophecy—my family believed it would help me live a long life." Amelia’s curiosity was piqued.