Billionaire Scandal: My Stepsister's Husband Wants Me

Margaret's pov. Newville's airport lounge was so cramped that one could barely move five feet without bumping into someone. My boarding pass was crumpled in my fist Gate 17, departing in twenty-three minutes. I kept glancing at the digital board even though the numbers hadn't changed in the last ten minutes. I hadn't been back to Lintertown in six years. Not since the day I walked out of the family house with my law degree from Newville college of Law. I convinced myself that I was too busy with case files and depositions so I couldn't make to go him but the truth was simpler: I was afraid that if I went back, the old version of me that who flinched at raised voices and learned to disappear into wallpaper would crawl right back under my skin. The invitation had arrived three days ago. A cream envelope with gold foil script marked "Margaret's invite" which I had found on my doorstep when I got back from work on Monday. Laura,my stepsister, was getting married to some billionaire

Margaret's pov "Alexander," I squeaked, keeping my voice as steady as I could, "Please leave,Laura won't be happy if she finds you here." He didn't move,instead, he put one shoulder against the doorframe and watched me with that unreadable calm that made partners at the firm nervous. "I'm not here to do anything inappropriate, Margaret. I just want to talk." "Talk?" I let out a short laugh. "You followed me upstairs without my permission and now you're inside my bedroom while my entire family is downstairs. If that's your version of talking, we have very different definitions." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Fair point." He paused, eyes tracing my face slowly. "But I can’t go on with this wedding without talking to you. I know you might still be mad about what happened in high school so I want to apologize for whatever pain I must have caused you back then” I swallowed, heat creeping up my neck. "It’s fine Alexander. That doesn’t matter anymore.” "Well it do

Margaret’s POVLaura stood in the doorway in her wedding gown, veil slightly askew and makeup still flawless except for the rage twisting her pretty features. Behind her, I caught a glimpse of Vivian’s shocked face,one hand pressed to her mouth.Shock sizzling through my veins,I quickly shoved Alexander to the side, found the nearest sheet and wrapped it around my body. Alexander on the other hand, seemed rather unbothered,he simply buckled his belt and walked towards Laura slowly like he was not just caught half naked in another woman's room on his wedding night. His movements were still unsteady from whatever he’d been drinking but I couldn't say the same for myself,I was anything other than tipsy at that moment.“Laura,” he called, stretching out his arms to pull her into a hug.“This isn’t—”“Don’t you dare,” Laura snapped, stepping fully into the room. Her eyes were wild, darting between us. “ I came up here looking for you because you disappeared right after our first dance,

Margaret’s POVTime stopped for a second as I tried to wrap my head around what Alexander just said. “What the hell did you just say?” I demanded, my voice shaking with built up fury. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he smirked, then leaned down slightly, his breath brushing over my face.” I said that I bought your apartment. And I’m going to turn in into a minimart if you dare me Margaret”“You must be joking” In disbelief,I quickly looked up the ownership of my apartment block and low and behold,it read Alexander Martinez.“Are you sick or something? Why the hell are you trying to uproot my life?!!” I yelled, finally stepping out of the car in anger.“Don’t do that Margaret,you and I know we have unfinished business since high school so the moment I saw your name on Laura's invite list,I had to put plans in place. I couldn’t let you disappear back to Newville again.Not while I can help it.”My blood was literally boiling at this point. “You’re insane if you think of me around like I’m

Margaret’s POVAfter setting down my luggage stuff in Cielin’s one room condo that could barely fit her let alone the both of us,I promptly went into the shower and let the hot water pound against my skin like it could wash away the shame and pain that had followed me back to Lintertown.What was supposed to be just three days of being invisible had turned into a series of yet another family drama between Laura and I.Finally stepping out of the shower after what seemed like ages, the mirror was already fogged over so I wiped a circle clear and stared at my reflection which had turned pale and now became a shadow of itself. I half hazardly damped my hair and body,put on one of my oversized hoodies,then slumped into Cielin's couch.She had left for her afternoon shift at the hospital like she said over the phone when I called her to let her know that I’d arrived. I wished I didn't have to inconvenience her but I’ve got no choice. I just have to stay here till I get another apartment.My