Which Fiance Is Female Novels & Stories

Yuichi POV - The crowd cheered as Flame’s fiance walked to the center, escorted by Flame’s brother, Lance Hart, my old friend. I didn’t take my eyes off Flame’s fiancee, Carla Christine Zabala. Not only does she look like my wife’s name, but every angle of her face and body looks like my wife. Fuck. She is not Flame’s fiance, Carla Christine Zabala is my wife. She is only mine. I clenched my jaw. My fist clenched when Christine approached Flame and kissed that bastard.

It was okay if she wasn't ready to talk about it. “I found out who his fiancée is,” Maria said and Aurora’s eyes widened a little. “Really? Who?” “Isabella Morreti,” she said, turning her phone to her and Aurora stared at the picture. “Isabella? Isabella is famous, how didn't I know that? Or how didn't you know that? You said he has never been married, never been in a serious relationship. Just a string of beautiful women who never last more than a few weeks." Aurora said, recalling Maria’s exact words.

Looking at the face I had loved for seven years, I could not help but laugh at myself. So, it was a blatant double standard, was it? Yohan’s amused expression instantly froze as he gently patted her back. “Calm down. I’ve told you before. You need to hold on tight to a man as outstanding as Javier. “He and Cassy have been childhood sweethearts. Their bond is deep and naturally different from others, but surely he wouldn’t cheat, would he?” At those words, Sophie’s face darkened instantly. Her voice turned as cold as ice.

“Where have you been hiding? Months and not a word—do you know how lonely you’ve left me?” Her eyes slid to me then, and her smirk widened. “And who’s this?” she asked sweetly, before her tone sharpened like a knife. “Wait—don’t tell me. This can’t be your fiancée. She looks… nothing like the one in the photos. Did your fiancè finally go through with plastic surgery? Because I swear, I don’t see the resemblance.” Laughter curled in her throat, light and cruel. Heat rushed to my cheeks, my stomach knotting. The room tilted slightly, though no one else seemed to notice. They were too busy watching—waiting to see what Xavier would do.

Everyone knew Donovan but Maria knew him personally therefore when they said he finally showed his fiancee, she wanted to know who the lucky lady was. Swiftly, she packed their orders and gave them to the ladies who were still busy talking about Donovan’s new fiancee. “She is so hot, I see why he chose her,” One of the ladies uttered truthfully. “No, it's plastic surgery, she can't be naturally gifted with that shape.” The other lady rolled her eyes, she was very certain with her words. Anyone would believe her as she sounded convinced. Maria left her position and went into the changing room where her phone was. She took it out and switched on the wifi quickly to check the latest news. As th

The comment section was a riot of opinions, blooming in every direction. [I'd ask this guy's fiancee to run! This guy doesn't just have something wrong with his brain—his brain is just a pit! I'll bet fifty cents that 'donation' was the money they saved up for the wedding!] [Admiring outstanding women to the point of throwing money at them just to be top donor? Bro, your cost of 'admiration' is way too high. I support the fiancée calling it off—she deserves better.]

Marcus's mother was ten feet away and closing fast. "Good evening," Isla said. Her court voice, clear, steady, no shaking allowed. "My name is Isla Bennett. I was supposed to get married on Saturday. I won't be. My fiancé, Marcus Webb, has been having an affair with my assistant for the past six months." Total silence. Then, all at once, the whole room erupted. Constance Webb's face went from pale to furious in under a second. "Isla Bennett, you stop this right now…"

Shrugging it off, for now, he took a step and snaked his hand around her waist, pulling her closer. "Let me introduce you to future Mrs. Etheridge." At Damien's voice, the entire place got silent for a moment and then questions got bombarded at him. Eden looked up to see him staring at her already. He added, "She is Eden McBride, my fiancee, and my future wife." His voice was solemn and it only got Eden dumbfounded. None of them had a ring on to go with his words but the question remained unasked with the journalist's gaping mouth hearing him. Damien had never said about a girl being his girlfriend let alone his fiancee in front of the media. It was for the first time.

I would rather destroy the ring than give it to a heartless woman like Helen. I was about to rest after finishing my work when my friend suddenly sent me an angry message. "How shameless can Helen be?! Just check out her social media!" Out of curiosity, I tried clicking into her profile to take a look, but was unable to. She had blocked me from her social media platform. I explained the situation to my friend helplessly, and he quickly took a screenshot for me. Helen was smiling happily in her wedding gown while Zack held her hand. They looked good under the sun.

"Stranger? That man has been your hidden spouse for a very... very... long time." She interrupted me quickly. "You are so lewd but small-minded, Don! The only hidden SPOUSE I have is YOU! How can you leave me to another man to take up that role?" "Melissa, that was in the past... He was... but now, he has shown his face to you as your real fiance. The one in front of you is fake. Are you feigning sober? He is the Heir with the widest community! He has everything! And now... he has you! Why still feigning pretense when you..." I gulped down my voice. The eyes she has for Ezio at the Mall and that on the dancing floor did say it all...