The Predator Fiancée Novels & Stories

His fingers curled into a fist. He had always heard rumors about his fiancée-how arrogant she was, how she switched lovers like changing clothes. He had never cared before. But now? Now, he did. Right now, she was his fiancée. How could she so blatantly disregard him and run off to meet some young lover? This wasn't acceptable. Not at all. Finn sat there for a while longer before finally heading upstairs. His steps were steady and relaxed-none of the careful, hesitant movements he had when Annie was around.

It didn't take long for the viewers to recognize them in the live feed, and the comments section quickly filled with reactions. "Isn't that Sabrina, the lady from a wealthy family? She usually acts decently. I never expected her to fool around like this." "I thought she had a fiance. Is that man her fiance?" "No. Her fiance is Zachary Jones. That man doesn't look anything like Zachary." "That's Charlie Jones! The Jones family mistook him for their biological son and raised him for over 20 years. Who would've expected him to be bold enough to fool around with Zachary's fiancee?"

Misfortune was befalling her, to the point that she had to sleep on the ground with the mega roof. Her name is Fisya Jazira, a girl who is having the misfortune of living because she has been betrayed by the person she has trusted—Dean Brasta, her own fiancé who is now somewhere else. The man sold the apartment they had secretly bought together. Not only that, Dean also drained the contents of their savings and all of Fisya's money was there. Now, she has to bear the consequences and is stranded on the streets, penniless and without food. Her stomach has asked to be filled, even now she feels sick because since this morning no food has entered her stomach.

She pleaded, but only got a sorry look in return. "I thought you're at least decent. Have you got a credit alert already?" She asked in a chilly tone and he still remained silent. Her gaze softened again and she held his hand. "What do you want? I will give you, just don't back down. You promised to get to the bottom of this with me." She said. "I promised to give you an answer and I did. I did my research and you got what you paid for. You didn't pay me to give you a fantasy world instead of reality." He said without blinking and Amy nearly slapped him, but held back.

She couldn’t afford to. The meeting was worse. Every director stared at her like she was lying. But she said what Adriano told her to say. She told them he was now her fiancé. She told them he would take charge until Max was old enough. Her voice almost broke, but she didn’t let it. When the meeting was finally over, she stepped outside, exhausted and drained. Adriano walked beside her, scanning the area like he expected trouble. She didn’t understand why—until she heard a sharp sound.

I think there was too much makeup on her face early this morning, she was a little late for summer fashion week with her skimpy dress and man, her perfume was so strong that the birds in the balcony moved to the north pole. “…see, honey?” She looked back at Ace and her eyes stayed longer on his wide awake manhood. “I heard how you humiliate my fiancé! You will pay for that, whore” She challenged. Fiancé? I look down at the ring on my left hand and I’m pretty sure I am still the fiancée. “Great!” I chirped in. “I’m out of here then.” Ace’s face contorted “who let you in, Mira?”

In the third year after my fiancée, Iris Ford, falls off a cliff during a sketching trip in the mountains, I accidentally walk into her personal art exhibition. The person I have longed for day and night is right there, gently adjusting the scarf of the young man beside her. The walls are covered with portraits she once promises to paint only for me, but every subject of her paintings is that young man. Violet Bardot, Iris' best friend and the one who once helps me handle her funeral affairs, grabs me anxiously. "Graham, don't do anything rash. Iris has her reasons. After Jack Glenwood saved her, she suffered from a head injury and lost her memory. She didn't mean to stay away." I smile

"If you don't care about your father or this family, why come back?" I looked at her, and something cracked open in my chest. Something I'd been keeping locked down tight. "The wedding. I came for the wedding." It was a lie. Sort of. I'd come because some broken part of me needed to watch Enzo get his happy ending. Needed to prove I could survive it. But then Connor had introduced Adriana, and everything changed. "This is fascinating," Alicia cut in. "Really. But you two might want to save the tension for after my ceremony. You know, the event that's supposed to matter this weekend?"

“Who’s this beauty? Marian didn't mention you now had a damsel in the house.” I tightened my fingers against the rail, and Jalen instantly stepped between us. “She’s Fiona,” he said coldly. “A family friend.” Jordan raised a brow and tipped his chin at me. “Hello, Fiona. You’re absolutely stunning.” He said it with a little smirk, like he enjoyed testing boundaries. It was then that I saw the true beauty of his purple eyes as they flashed at me, and a sudden heat of discomfort surged up my neck. Jalen’s jaw tightened, his face turned cold and unreadable as I've ever seen before. “Fiona, go upstairs. Wait for me in your room,” he ordered and I could sense a hint of jealousy in his voice. His

On the eve of my wedding, my friends threw a joint bachelor and bachelorette party for Natalie Cole and me at a bar. After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. The bottle landed on me first. My younger brother, Kayden Wilson, grinned. "I dare you to take off your pants. Let's see what you've got." The whole table immediately erupted in cheers. I glanced at Natalie, but she kept her head down and continued scrolling through her phone without a word. Hence, I took off my pants and stood there in nothing but my underwear. In the second round, the bottle landed on me again. My sister, Hannah Wilson, raised her glass and asked half-jokingly, "Logan, I dare you