Novel & Cerita Which Fiance Is Female

"Why did I marry this ugly cow! It's all wasted now, Mama." Cara bit her lip to control her sobs and her gaze found the newly couple holding hands and smiling on the stage. She looked at Aaron and then Bella. She cursed her fate which bound her to her hostile husband. Lucia shook her head. "No. There is a difference between your wife and his fiance. Your wife is the niece of De Luca and her father is his Consigliere," She gestured at the smiling figure of Aaron's fiancee. "Who is she? A waitress who slapped him in front of thousands of people during your wedding reception. If You think people have forgotten about that incident, then we must remind them about it."

Tonight, the announcement will be made that Rose is engaged to the Arrogant and Rude Heir of the Mercedes Clan, but in reality, Rose is Annalise Ysia Villareal, the Substitute Bride for her fiancé. “Let us all welcome Zeno Myer Mercedes with his fiance, Rose Vergara!” the host announced. All the visitors rise and clap their hands, making my hands wet and trembling. Even if I’m not Rose, I can still feel the pressure with their eyes as if they are expecting something from me because I’m his fiance.

"This is my fiance Jay!" Fiance? Right, Jay her cousin proposed. However, there's no ring on either of their hands... "And Jay, that's Hua the detective and her date Kade!" "Glad to finally meet you." The fiance's free hand reached out for a hand shake, and Kade took the opportunity to shake it before her, and Hua didn't mind taking second place. "Jay said a lot about you." Hua gave him a customer service smile when she let go of his hand. "I can't believe she's with someone who's using the same name."

DAMON My best man, Jacobs — a friend from back in the day — stood by my side in the beautiful vineyard at the back of the mansion. Countless friends of my Dads and the Fergusons were seated in front of me, all of them whispering among themselves. Their invitations had simply stated that they were jointly invited by the Kingstons and the Fergusons. A union between a Kingston and a Ferguson. Naturally, most people assumed Marcus would be the groom, and that assumption was never corrected.

Yvonne's POV Wearing an engagement ring had an allure, even if the engagement itself was purely business. As I gazed at the ring during my commute, I couldn't shake off the excitement of being Kylian Litt's fiancée, even if it was only a facade. The idea of it felt like stepping into a Cinderella fantasy, despite my financial stability and the reality of Kylian's less charming traits.

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.

Her right hand was wrapped around the man. My lips raised for a disdainful smirk when the woman looked in my direction. Angel Love Sedeno, Nexus’ fiancee.

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.

I inquired coldly as we walked side by side. "Cancel the arrangement?" I suggested, fully aware that my proposal would likely provoke disdain. Her reaction confirmed my expectations. Her expression twisted with evident disgust at the mere suggestion. "See, you don’t even want it," I stated, taking a step forward and walking past her. Fiona is undeniably stunning, elegant, wealthy, and intelligent—everything that epitomizes a woman's dream. She's the envy of many for her possessions and her charismatic personality. To the outside world, she is kind, caring, and loving. But that's merely the façade she presents. Only I know the real Fiona, and that reality is precisely why I am hesitant to go