The Predator Fiancée Novels & Stories

Play dead. It was my first initial thought. We'd learned it at a young age in school. A predator—in this case, a devilishly handsome man-beast—will lose interest if the prey is already dead. And I was definitely the prey in this situation. As if finding my fiancée in the shower with another woman, going on an impromptu trip to southern Louisiana, and getting lost hadn't been enough. I'd been tracked, and for a very brief moment, I thought saved by a stranger, now I was being held captive in this gigantic castle with the beast and his brother.

"She doesn't know as many skills as you do. You really know how to turn me on. You are submissive and easy to control, while she is… very challenging.” “You shouldn't talk about her like that,” Elena's voice sounded, laced with feigned concern, “After all, she is your fiancée and… my friend. I won't let you talk badly about her.” Julian's voice sounded back, laced with lust and impatience, “So what? She is in the UK at the moment. She doesn't know you are in her bed, in her room. With her fiance…” After that, the sound that echoed was the sound of kisses and smooches.

To me, that tiny motion feels like a warning: *careful*. Elena laughs, low and throaty. “Relax. Everyone here already knows who he is. The only surprise is that he finally signed a contract with a human woman instead of a bank.” I snort before I can stop myself. Dante shoots me a look: half admonishment, half fond. “She’s not wrong,” I say. “Don’t team up with my ex‑fiancée,” he mutters. The word sticks. Ex‑fiancée.

The assistant respectfully held out the marriage documents for me and Enzo, displaying them before everyone. My voice was devoid of warmth. "The application clearly states our full names—mine and Enzo's. All the invitations I sent out these past days also bear both of our names." "Of course there's no mistake." Hearing this, the guests began to chime in. "That's right. During all the wedding preparations these days, Enzo was the one running around doing everything. He even picked out the perfume Selena is wearing himself." "Would any man be that attentive if she weren't his wife?"

When she saw me, she extended her hand politely. "I've heard of you, Sera," she said. "I'm Luna. You've heard of me, I assume?" I nodded. I shook her hand briefly. Her grip was cold and calculating. My hand was full of transfer documents. I looked around. Felix wasn't there. "Looking for Felix?" she asked, a hint of smugness in her voice. "He went home to make me soup." "I heard you two were together. Getting engaged soon." I looked at Luna's victorious expression. She was enjoying this. Every second of it.

"These pictures? They tell a story. A story about a gold-digging whore who seduced her fiancé's father on her wedding day. A woman who moved into his house, took his money, and got pregnant, all so she could trap him into marriage." "That's not true. That's not what happened." "Isn't it though? Think about how it looks, Jane. You've known my father for what, a few weeks? And in that time, you've moved into his house, started working for him, let him buy you expensive clothes and jewelry. Now you're pregnant. What do you think people will believe? Your version? Or mine?"

She needed a second chance. He needed a fake fiancée. A ninety-day contract was supposed to solve all their problems—until stolen kisses felt real, a fake engagement became a forced marriage, and betrayal threatened to destroy everything they had built. In a world where love is the biggest gamble, will they walk away when the contract ends, or fight for a forever neither of them expected?

She barely recognized herself. “You look like a queen,” Lou whispered, standing behind her in a deep emerald dress. “But, like, the badass kind who rides into battle.” Sarah gave a small laugh. “I feel like I’m dreaming. Any minute now, I’ll wake up back in the diner.” Elena entered, holding a silver bracelet. “If you are dreaming, we all are. And none of us want to wake up.” Lou looked her over again. “You ready to marry the world’s most brooding billionaire?”

Mrs Xander, Max and Fiona were all outside the probably waiting for a car. Wait is Max living with them now? Well it's none of my business. He can be a live-in husband for all I care. A car drove into the scene and Fiona quickly rushed to the driver before he could open the door. " She's married!" Was the only words she said before she fainted. " What is this?" I asked pausing the video. " Your stepsister and her mother are plotting against you." Ricardo said taking the iPad from me. " I haven't finished."

She was exactly my type. I got up and looked at her, offering her a smile. "Hello, fiancee. I'm Austin Bradford." The staff next to us exclaimed in shock at once. "Wait! He really is Ms. Pearson's fiance?" "No wonder he was acting so ruthless!" He had Ms. Pearson backing him up all along!" "I don't think that's the case, though. Something feels off. We still have to see whose side Ms. Pearson is on!"