The Predator Fiancée Novels & Stories

“I have a question.” “Shoot.” “What’s the catch?” Julian blinked, taken aback. “The catch?” “Yeah,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “You’re rich, you’re charming, and now you’re my fiancé. What’s the catch? You secretly a spy? A superhero? Maybe an alien?” Julian laughed, shaking his head. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m just a guy.” “A very mysterious guy,” Alexis said, leaning closer. “Who does stuff like... like calling off media storms and agreeing to marry someone like me. Why?”

"I crossed a line. I fell for Ilaria." On our wedding day, the car had barely pulled away when Matteo Rossi turned to look at me. He pointed at the seat beneath me and said coldly, "Last night, she sat right there, wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me. I couldn't hold back. We had sex in the car. "I guess I'm no different from any other man. I finally understand Luca. Ilaria really does have more fire in her than you." Luca was my ex-husband and Matteo's half-brother. Ilaria had been my only friend since childhood. Three years ago, I walked in on the two of them in my bedroom. The shock caused a late-term miscarriage. When I fell into the dark, Matteo was my light. And now he had b

“Gwen! You can’t do this to me! I’m your fiancé!” I crossed my arms, watching him with a faint smirk. “Not anymore.” “You… you’re trying to drive me to my death!” he shouted, his face contorted with rage. I scoffed. “I’m not driving you anywhere. You’re the one who dug your own grave.” From the envy of everyone as the supposed “son-in-law of a real estate mogul,” Asher plummeted to nothing more than a penniless nobody. As for Sophia, without Asher to fund her lifestyle, she returned to her previous job as a real estate saleswoman.

Derek started, taking a step toward me. "Don't." I held up my hand. "Don't you dare call me that." Vanessa had the audacity to look defensive rather than guilty. "Zendaya, this isn't what it looks like—" "Really?" I cut her off, my eyes moving between them. "Because it looks like my fiancé and my best friend have been fucking each other behind my back. It looks like you both think I'm pathetic and worthless because I can't walk." "That's not—" Derek tried, but the words died on his lips when he saw my expression. He realized it then. I had heard every single insults.

He nodded at them politely, “And she is Sarah. His fiancée.” What? Fiancée? Abigail threw a glance towards Emerald. They both were proved wrong. The couple was engaged. Justin seemed to be of her age and a gym freak. Still, there were no overly massive muscles on his body. Hunter ushered them to the living room. All this time, Rafael kept looking at Emerald with this intense gaze. He could detect a crush moment in her eyes. Interesting! Now her fiancé knew she found this Justin guy quite attractive. Ironic! Right?

The handsome man had a pile of money on the table and held a note up to the manager's face. “I don't want to hear an apology. I just want to know who the girl was that came to my room yesterday,” he said, looking irritated. He pointed at the money. “She thought I was a call boy.” “I searched through the hotel database and found one guest named Fiona. She was here for her wedding,” said the manager. “Wedding,” cried the handsome man. “Yes, sir, she is from the Red Moon pack and was supposed to marry into the Blue Moon pack.”

We're not here to become your friends! Tony spat at me, grabbed my hair, and started dragging me to a scary little room. I knew that if I got into that room, I might never get out, so I started fighting hard. "I'm not lying! I'm Adrian's fiancée. Call him if you don't believe me!" The others just laughed harder. "His fiancée? Mr. Lyon's only ever loved one girl, the famous Principessa of the Sawyer family." "That's me! I'm Fiona Sawyer!"

She was a woman and she looked really good in a bright red dress that shone when she moved. Her dark hair was pulled back which made her neck look really nice. She looked around the room once, then her eyes locked on us. On me. Soren’s hand pressed a fraction firmer against my back. She approached with a champagne flute in hand, smile perfectly calibrated. “Soren. I heard rumors. I see they’re true.” Her eyes flicked to me, polite on the surface but cold underneath. “And this must be the mysterious fiancée.” “Talia Jett,” I said, keeping my voice steady. I extended my hand.

Lina's POV "Your new identity is Elena Vittori," Uncle Marco explained. "You were born on Sienna Island in Trivoli. You grew up in Visano, and you work as a florist. We've prepared a legitimate passport, driving license, medical card, and bank account for you. "My wife runs this sanatorium. Dante will never find you here. You have to stay here for the next three months while you heal. Once you're fully recovered, you can go wherever you want. Francora, Vinnland, Armora—you can have your pick."

"So eager to transfer the work? Have you found your next employer? Is it that fat mine owner? Or the young Klein? Or perhaps Newton?" Fiona was stunned for a moment, then struggled, "Darwin! What nonsense are you talking about? Let go of me!" "That mine owner has a wife, while the young Master Klein is unmarried, but he's much younger than you. In the future, he will also have a marriage partner! How about it? I can't get married, so you'll gladly become someone else's mistress, won't you?" "Darwin!" Fiona shouted angrily. Darwin closed his mouth, but he didn't release her. He continued to hold her hands, keeping them fixed above her head, and pressed down on her legs with his knees.