The Predator Fiancée Novels & Stories

To help my student, Stanley Johnson, win the chemistry competition, my fiancee, Yelena Quincy, replaces my experimental materials with a hazardous substance. She leaves me a note. "Hank, you've already won plenty of awards and honors. Stanley's mother only has a few days left, and this is his last chance to fulfill her dying wish. Just let him have this one. "Besides, you're Stanley's advisor. Helping your own student win the championship makes you look good, too. "Once he wins, I'll say yes to your marriage proposal right away, okay?" But she doesn't know that I no longer have a chance to marry her. The hazardous substance causes a massive explosion, and I burn to death along with the

My gaze never wavered from the woman as I asked, "I'm the goddess of this empire, now who are you, exactly? What are you doing here?" The woman finally pulled herself away from Ashton, her expression shifting to one of haughty anger. She straightened her posture and stepped toward me, clearly trying to assert dominance. She didn’t know who she was dealing with. "I’m his fiancée," she said, her voice sharp and full of pride. "And I don’t have to explain myself to you, plus this isn't your empire, it belongs to my man." Morana’s growl rumbled through my mind, and I could feel her rage bubbling to the surface. "Fiancée?" she snarled. "Who the hell does she think she is? Let me out, Kira. I’ll t

Jennifer shot me a glare. "No wonder you dumped Marcello. You've already found someone new." Then, in a deliberately sweetened voice, she spoke into my phone. "Hello, I'm Sophia's best friend, Jennifer. Are you her fiancé?" Whatever the person on the other end said, her smile froze instantly. Seizing the moment while she was stunned, I grabbed my phone back and hung up. A storm of jealousy surged in Jennifer's eyes as she stared at me. "Your new fiancé… is William Lucia?"

But the way she looked at me tonight, the way she held onto me, pressed herself against me—it was different. Was she finally giving in? Was she finally starting to want this as much as I did? I let my fingers slide down her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin through the silky fabric of her dress. My eyes searched hers, but all I saw was confidence, playfulness. She wasn’t running anymore. And I wasn’t about to let her go. Turning to the room, I tightened my grip on her waist and announced, "Everyone, meet my fiancée, Scarlet. The future Luna of this pack."

Kris smiled, and he was about to walk near her when suddenly he saw a guy wrapping his hand around her waist and pulling her into his waist. "Guys, I think I think I forgot to introduce someone. Meet Peter, MY FIANCÉE. And Peter, this is Aurora, our Queen of the Rogues and the Moon Howlers. This is Vdius, the Lycan king, and this is Genelia and Alec." All of them greeted Peter with a smile when Alec said, "You are lucky to get her, man." Peter smiled and said, "Indeed, I am." Kris kept staring at them with wide eyes as everything went upper his head. Where this Fiancée came from?

“I know your name.” It was strange, the sudden warm feeling in my chest, but I brushed it aside immediately. “I need a fiancée,” Adrian said again, coming closer until I could smell the expensive woodsmoke cologne on his jacket. “Just for a few months. We’ll have a real wedding, but it’s only a formality. Once the papers are signed and I’m CEO, we’re done and we part ways.” “So, what’s in it for me?” I asked. “Whatever you want,” he replied. “You said you wanted to design one of his hotels. I can make that happen with one phone call.”

The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Lily stared at Levi, her mind trying to process the words that had just left his mouth. Fiancée. She looked down at her damp, oversized hospital clothes, then back up at the man standing before her in a suit that probably cost more than everything she currently owned. It felt like a sick joke, a continuation of the nightmare that had started the moment she woke up in that hospital bed. "Your fiancée," Lily repeated, her voice barely audible over the soft hum of the penthouse’s climate control. "You want me to pretend to be your fiancée."

Later, I changed the sheets to gray. Sophia kept talking, unaware. "So if your fiance couldn't even handle pink sheets, maybe he didn't love you enough." The cup burned my fingers. I almost dropped it. I tried to smile. "Maybe he didn't." The room went quiet. Sophia looked confused, but Luca's voice turned cold before she could ask. "Or maybe he came back and found out the woman waiting for him hadn't waited at all." My breath caught. Sophia frowned. "Luca, what does that mean?"

— Dean felt my stroking on his arm and closed his eyes. I turned to him and ran my hands through his jet-black hair. Shiny black hair rolls between my fingers. — What are you doing?—Dean smiles. — Have you been told that you are incredibly handsome?—I whispered in his ear. — I don't think it's worth it.— Dean suddenly pushed me away.—You don't have to break the rules... Especially with me...— — And why? Why can't we just be together?—I ask. — Eh... I do not know how to tell you this more clearly... Well, answer me, can a predator and its prey have an affair? In normal life, I would definitely kill you...—

Each marriage was an act, a performance executed with precision. It wasn’t always smooth. There had been close calls, like the time a suspicious mother-in-law hired a private investigator to dig into her past. Fedora had spent three weeks crafting a flawless cover story, complete with fake social media accounts, old emails, and staged “family” photos. When the investigator presented his findings, everything checked out. Another time, an ex-client's real fiancée showed up at an event, demanding answers. Fedora played dumb, feigned confusion, and walked away before things could unravel.