The Predator Fiancée Novels & Stories

That intro was a little cheesy, but she decided to just focus on processing the information instead of grilling 001 about it. This world is a contemporary romance novel, pretty basic stuff. The female lead, Fiona, grew up in an orphanage and was a total coding whiz kid from the start. When Fiona was twelve, the hero, Ralph, adopted her. Ralph was fifteen years older than Fiona, and he owned the biggest game design company in the country. He was single, handsome, rich...the whole package. After being adopted, Fiona kept on rocking her coding skills. At eighteen, she designed a game that blew everyone away and made her a superstar.

I simply said because I didn't know what else to say to a casual hookup. She scoffed, "Oh? Is that all you can say? Don't you want to relive that night with me again?" Her voice melted into a seductive octave. "No, I don't." I deadpanned. "Is it because of that fiancée of yours?" I concealed my ire as I stared at her, "That fiancée of my mine has a name." She scoffed as she moved closer to grab at my suit lapels, "You know just because you're engaged to a nobody like her doesn't mean you have to be faithful to her. You are too sophisticated for her, why wo-"

Zachary glared at me with reddened eyes. He clenched his fists even tighter when he saw the lipstick mark on the man's collar. He scolded me furiously, "My funeral was just yesterday! It's only been a day, and you couldn't wait to find a new lover, huh? Do you know how much effort it took for me to escape from those kidnappers? The moment I gained my freedom, I came back to you. Little did I know you'd have such a surprise in store for me!"

Love was one of the fairy tales Laura had stopped believing in. She was rich, independent, and influential. She didn't feel the need of having a man in her life. But things changed when she met a charming billionaire. He was everything she had wished for. Laura was now wrestling with her wild desires as she tried to contain her emotions and keep a tough persona as an independent lady. See how the story unfolds in Laura's journey of love.

I blocked out those whispers as my eyes met a familiar jade green eye who bore a smirk matching mine. Mr. Blackwood, My beloved ex-fiancée father and the man I had longed to see here. "Ma'am? Do you have anything to say against their union?" The priest asked, and I turned to face him before locking eyes with Jake. He didn't seem to remember, but judging by how uneasy Gwen looked, she must have her suspicions, and I loved that. "Could she be Jake's sidepiece?" the woman beside me whispered. "I wouldn't be surprised. I mean, looking at her and then at Gwen, who I must say has gotten so fat", the other replied before bursting into muffled laughter.

"I know that you all are Fiona's good colleagues. Your relationship with her is probably even closer than mine. So, I sincerely hope you can find a chance to advise her. Her new husband is a fraud. He claims to be wealthy, but he won't even give her a decent wedding." "Yes, I've been thinking that this whole thing is very suspicious." A colleague chimed in. "Fiona practically came down from Mr. Patrick's wedding and married another man within a week. I believe all of this was premeditated." "Exactly, she must have done something to embarrass Mr. Patrick, which is why he went to Katherine in anger. Isn't that right, Katherine?"

Ethan Carter flung Yvette Jenkins's bra in my face before slamming the door shut behind him. The flimsy door did little to muffle Yvette's moans. The sting on my face lingered. A fellow hiker, with a sneer, gave me a once-over and quipped, "Never pegged Mr. White as the sharing type, giving away his fiancée's first time like that. "Maybe you'll let us have a go, too..."

The man says. "Of course Adrian isn't married,, father said I'm the only woman who will marry him" A woman says. Her black hair is straight over her shoulder. She's wearing a black dress that hugs all the barely existent curves she has. "Well sorry to disappoint you but I'm his fianceé"I blurt out before I can stop myself. The woman looks at me with pure hatred. "His fianceé I doubt your even fit to be his lover"She laughs. "I wouldn't laugh at the future Mafia Queen if I were you" Jen says glaring at the woman.

Fatima added when she saw the disbelief, “so she couldn’t have been fake.” “Well, baby, you’ll have to be more specific,” Ian said with a grin, completely unbothered. “Many women think they’re my fiancée.” “And why would they think that?” Fatima’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “You know, you’re good-looking, yes, wealthy even, but no one would want you as a husband.” “Wait, hold on,” he laughed. “Is that meant to hurt my feelings? Because if it is, congratulations, I’m devastated.”

Before I could process this unexpected intensity, he pushed open the door to the private dining room, where an elegant woman with Damien's striking bone structure and penetrating gaze waited, her frail frame belying the strength in her eyes. Sophia Salvatore looked up, her gaze immediately finding the ring on my finger. Her expression revealed nothing as she assessed the woman claiming to be her son's future wife. "Mother." Damien said, his voice warmer than I ever heard it before. "This is Angelina Winters. My fiancée." Sophia's eyes met mine, searching, probing, as if she could extract the truth through sheer force of will. "So," she said finally, her accented voice soft but clear, "you're