Tom Holland Engaged Novels & Stories

“Miss Sanders never once claimed to be in a relationship with Mr. Reynold. From what I’ve seen, he’s been the one clinging to her, not the other way around. Honestly, it’s been a bit of a nuisance, right, Sarah?” Under the blinding lights and camera flashes, Sarah gave a small nod. Zachary’s fingers twitched at his side. Then Leon dropped the bomb. “Also, we’re engaged. She said yes last night.” He raised her hand for everyone to see. A massive diamond ring sparkled on her finger—cold and dazzling under the lights. James’s eyes widened. Even Zachary looked stunned. Something had happened in just a few short days, and clearly, he’d been kept in the dark.

There was a heavy silence between them, broken only by the crackle of the nearest torch flame. “I’m engaged,” Adrian said. I almost spilled the whole tray of champagne flutes onto the stone floor, my fingers tightening around the metal rim to keep the glasses from breaking. “Engaged?” Harlan asked, his voice thick with disbelief. “Yes,” Adrian said, though his words seemed meant to create a lie on the spot. “Her name is Meghan. She’s a designer, and she’s absolutely incredible. I’ve been keeping the relationship under wraps until it’s official because I don’t want the press to wreck it.”

Victor looked like someone had punched him. "That's right," Malachi continued, walking to stand behind my wheelchair, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder. "Zendaya and I are engaged. Have been for several weeks now. We've been keeping it quiet, but given the circumstances, I think it's time we made it public." My heart hammered against my ribs. What was he doing? "Well," Mr. Richardson said after a long pause, clearly thrown. "This is... unexpected news." "Is it?" Malachi challenged. "Zendaya Morrison, daughter of one of the most successful businessmen in the country, engaged to the heir of Hayes Industries. Seems like a perfectly logical match to me."

I had been awake since five forty-five because the twins had decided that five forty-five was an appropriate time to begin their gymnastics. The headline was small. Actress Samantha Chen and Hayes Conglomerates CEO Ethan Hayes announce engagement at star-studded industry event. I read it once and clicked on it. Then I picked up my tea, took a small sip, and set it back down. The photographs loaded slowly on my connection. The island's infrastructure was good but not fast, and for a few seconds, the images came in as grey placeholders that filled themselves in piece by piece, the way a painting reveals itself when someone pulls a cloth from it.

Bella was wearing a deep V-neck dress, her chest pressed against his arm. The caption read: "My brave Capo is spoiling me rotten again tonight. Everyone's joking that I'm the most important person to him." In the comments, many partners praised them as a perfect match, and those who didn't know our relationship asked when they could attend their wedding. Lucas replied with an ellipsis, and Bella posted a "playful" emoji. No correction. Just like always. The old me would have been trembling with jealousy, immediately making an encrypted call to confront him, only to be called an irrational, crazy woman.

he hollers behind me and I shake my head. Once outside, I exhale tiredly. I didn't sleep well last night. I digged up whatever I could find about Hunter Steele. He's everything people say about him and more. A cold, calculative jerk. I scan through his posts. They're just few, mostly business meetings, and endorsements. But one thing remotely public about him catches my attention. A photo with this a red hair. I squint. He's engaged. I close my eyes and when I open them, a clear resolve slams into me.

Alessandro snapped impatiently. Rod straightened. “They called to cancel,” he blurted out. Alessandro blinked once. Rod continued. “Miss Amber Tulloch just got engaged to her on-and-off boyfriend of five years, and Miss Leslie Dantes has a commitment she can’t get out of for the next two years.” Rod flipped a page in his planner. “She got the lead role in that new movie by Logan Klauss.” Alessandro processed the information silently. Rod waited expectantly. But Alessandro didn’t see anything miraculous about it. If anything, this was just another problem.

A promise. “And when this is over,” he continued, his voice a whisper against my skin, “you’ll either be by my side—or you’ll be nothing at all.” **** By the time I left Caldwell Enterprises, the engagement had become international news. Social media exploded. Headlines screamed about the upcoming “power wedding of the decade.” Elena Sinclair, the senator’s daughter, engaged to the infamous Dominic Caldwell? The world ate it up. Too bad the fairy tale was built on lies. I barely made it back to my apartment before my phone rang.

He simply stood close enough for the cameras to frame us as a perfect unit. Angel emerged, holding Elias's hand. She was quiet, small, but she looked up at the flashing lights with wide, curious eyes. I walked to the small stage. Leonard followed, staying perfectly aligned with me. The host, a famous news anchor, started the announcement. "We are honored to confirm the engagement of one of the world's most private billionaires, Leonard Armani, to the beautiful actress, Veronica Hales!" The crowd roared. The cameras flashed faster. I looked straight into the lens, my smile perfect. This wasn't about love. This was about war.

Hillary Optimistic—that’s the word that could sum up everything I feel right now. My life is pretty great. I got engaged a month ago, and I proudly wear my boyfriend—I mean, my fiancé’s—ring every day. I’m still not used to it. Jake and I have been dating for four years. The rude, bad boy I had a heated argument with on the very first day of class in my third year in college is now the same man I’m going to marry.