Which Fiance Is Female Novels & Stories

I reply glad my voice didn't crack or do anything dumb. "Wanna dance?" He asks and I open my mouth to say no but I get distracted by a man who comes in. A man with brown hair and brown eyes, perfect face and body. Wearing a pair of black jeans and a grey muscle t-shirt. My so called fiancé. Except there is something. He has his arm wrapped around a black haired girls waist, who is wearing a dress three times to small and barely covering her butt. The girl is pretty, prettier than me by a long shot, but you can just assume what she does by what she wears. I'm not going to judge her or anything because I don't know for sure. The girl reaches up and brings his face to hers kissing him roughly.

"My fiancee is Piper Alden," I announced. The room went dead quiet, as if the air itself had paused. Wren stared at me, stunned. "Rowan, did you misspeak? Isn't your fiancee supposed to be Elena? How could it be Piper instead?" Murmurs rolled through the crowd, most of them insisting that I had to have chosen Elena. "I didn't misspeak," I said. "I chose my fiancee myself, and it's Piper!"

There’s a very beautiful and chic-looking woman standing there smiling at me and sizing me up in a not-so-pleasant way. “Who … who are you?” I mutter. “I’m Meghan, Charles’s fiancee'.”

Something about makes sense but I don't know how though. But either way. This was one of the best days of my life. Something weird and funny happened though. Mirabelle was trying to play matchmaker but it backfired. So there is this girl My Fiancé invited, her name is Giselle. So they tried to force her on Vincenzo, in a good way of course but here's how it went.

“Don’t think that your sister would do that, Mia. At the moment, she is not even at home. She went to stay at her fiancé’s for a week.” “Woah! Davina had found her mate? And she did not even need to travel abroad to do that?” I gasped. “You asking that would only imply that you have met your mate.” Mother said, turning the broth with a large, long spoon. “But no, Davina has not found her mate yet. And she is tired of waiting for our mother, Mawu, to reveal her true one to her. She decided to date one of our males, in the same manner a human would.” Mother gave a tiny shrug.

Let alone those weird tattoos marked all over their skins. I was about to confront Ghino but he reached out and clamped my hand, forbidding me to say it, "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "I would like you to meet my fiancee, Elaine Fisher. She was currently the head secretary of Spencer Group and Companies." "Nicely done, dude," says one of the males who stood in front of me, "Who could have thought someone as extravagant and stunning as her still exists? If so, then does that mean no more night parties and galas or other women these days?"

"This isn't..." "Oh, it's exactly what it looks like," she snapped, glaring at me before turning that same fury back on him. I pulled my hand back like I'd touched a hot stove, my mouth opening but no words coming out. My brain was scrambling to process what she'd just said. Fiancé? Adrian exhaled slowly, and he looked like he wanted to disappear. "Serena, this is Maria Gonzalez," he said finally. "My fiancée." I stared at him silently, and for a second, the entire restaurant seemed to blur out of focus. Suddenly the ring made sense, and I realized that he wasn't married yet. But he was going to be, and to a woman who was hundreds of leagues above me.

If I'm gonna make this work I need to get on his family's good side. "Yes, they're sexy and formal. I am positive," she nods in complete approval. "The Danvers family are good people, from what I've read anyway." "They're great actually," I admit with a smile. Everything was actually fine at dinner the other night up until Xavier's... um, outburst and Natasha's presence. "You'll make a great in-law." In-law? Right. I'm suppose to be this man's fiancee for a year. The more I repeat this, honestly, the more ludicrous it becomes.

Chapter Fifteen •KIANA• "And who the heck are you to tell me what to do?" She asked while glaring at me dangerously. "Aiden's fiancee." I responded and her eyes widened a bit in realization. "So you're the little fiancee, I have heard a lot about you." She said with a wicked glint in her eyes. "I am the fiancee, and for your information, I'm not little." I snapped at her and I could see amusement in her eyes.

“I require a fiancée.” I stared at him. The thought was so absurd, so far outside the realm of my reality, that I actually checked the door to make sure no one else had heard him. “A what?” “A fiancée,” he repeated, laying the document flat on the table.“A temporary, publicly acceptable partner. Six months. I have a situation requiring I appear settled, committed, and absolutely above reproach. It’s an image problem, and you, Miss Chen, are a clean slate with a very large, pressing problem that requires capital injection.”