Novel & Cerita The Predator Fiancée

Lucia chuckled without humour, trying to control her anger. "Lucia, I am not joking. I got married to Weylin Turner, the leader of The Black Panther," Garaine stated in a stoic voice. "Garaine Jones, this joke isn't funny at all. If you really got married, why didn't you invite me to your wedding, huh? Do you think I'll believe your jokes?" "Lucia…" Garaine facepalmed herself, taking a glance at her husband. "I really got married to Weylin Turner."

In Willow Creek, there is an unspoken rule about wedding processions: never retrace your route. But on the day we are supposed to get married, my fiancee, Emma Carter, orders our entire wedding procession to turn around and drive more than 12 miles back the way we've come—just to catch up with another wedding convoy. I am about to get out and demand an explanation when I overhear Emma talking to one of her bridesmaids, Lena Williams. "You drove more than 60 miles just to make it to Ryan's wedding," Lena says. "That's some serious dedication." Then she glances nervously in my direction. "And now you're making us turn around? Aren't you worried Nathan's going to be pissed?" Emma contin

Ciro took them. -What's wrong with you? - She asked in a whisper, her head resting on his shoulder. Her fiancé let out a sigh. How could she tell him that her guest was the leader of a dangerous Russian mafia and that if he were to discover who she really was, he would take her life? -Nothing's wrong with me. It's just that... -What... - She invited him to continue after leaving a margin of mysterious silence. Ciro, sweetly, removed her from him and turned to face her.

And then he appears head poking out of the bathroom, toothbrush between his teeth, that same crooked smile I once adored. “Coming! What’s up, Cassandra ” His words die when his gaze locks on me. His face drains of color. “Yasmine? Baby? What are you....” “Don’t you dare,” I snap, my voice trembling with fury. Cassie swivels to him. “Wait. Who the hell is she?” “She’s...” “I’m his fiancee,” I cut in, my eyes burning. “Or I was. Apparently, he forgot to mention that part while screwing you.”

Without a word, Favian pulled out a stack of papers from his desk drawer and slid them toward her, along with a pen. She stared at the documents, her brow furrowing. “Did you get this done overnight?” She asked. “Were you that confident I’d accept your offer?” Favian leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “Let’s just say I’m a man who’s always prepared.” He added. “Besides that, you’re the perfect candidate.” Favian said. “You need money, and I need a wife. It’s a win-win.” She rolled her eyes but picked up the contract.

I added as a sly smirk curved my lips. Fifi narrowed her eyes, surveying the couple. Then her gaze shifted to me, and a wide grin spread across her face. “You're not wrong, and you've probably just found out something very important concerning the banquet.” My brows inched up. “And why is that?” Fifi pointed at the woman. “That woman is married, and that poor boy next to her is most likely one of the bodyguards she occasionally fucks.” Her eyes gleamed with pure mischief as she said, “Her name is Carla Pucci.”

"Or else you want to be held responsible for my actions when you push me over that edge again." "What? You're going to try and strangle me again to pass a message? You won't make me prey, Zedane. I refuse to be." "Then stop acting like you want to be and giving me reasons to be a predator." "You don't think asking me to run while you bounded after me with the intent to obliterate was a way of making me a prey? I didn't ask for any of this any more than you did, Zedane, so stop acting like you were wronged. If I remember correctly, it was you who claimed me as a mate before I even knew your name."

“How do you know her name is Cara? You've asked from those inhumane beings, right? Is that part of your fetishism?” She continued. “The news has gone round, how you paid 5 billion dollars just to get your fantasies fulfilled. She'll be in trouble after that but right now I can't let you do anything to her. Just give her to me and you can wank yourself to death.” “I don't know where all this is coming from but I'm not letting go of Cara. Never, I'm never letting go of my wife. Do you think it's easy? Staying almost 4 months without my family. I think you should be the one to get out. God knows where she gets to make crazy friends from. First Amber, now you.”

He sneered. Chanel nodded in agreement. “He…he is , We’ve been keeping things on the low.”I snapped. Monroe let out a forced laugh “Fiance? Him? Bullshit. You expect us to believe this tiny nobody landed someone like…” “You got a problem with my fiancée?” The word “fiancée” from the stranger's mouth made my skin tingle. My pulse calmed down,I lifted my head up to look at him, jaws tightened, his eyes were fixed on Monroe.

She complimented, staring at me with scrutiny. I smiled tightly and responded saying, “Can’t say the same for you.” She chuckled dryly and with humor she found herself saying, “You married into the Scott family. So it was a plot to steal my fiancé, wasn’t it? So I guess we both stole each other’s partners, didn’t we?” She laughed again and I frowned.