Forced to Marry my Sister’s Fiancée

I opened my mouth to say something, to question them. But Jason and Becca had already made it clear they didn’t care about my existence.So instead, I watched as Jason pressed warm kisses all over Becca, and how she melted in his arms, her cheeks rosy.This should have been me!Hell! It was me yesterday.I held my tears until my eyes fell on the engagement ring, and that was it. My shield shattered.“Why…” sobs racked my body.Jason and I had been together for over five years, engaged for two. Becca and I had been best friends since we were seven. How could the two most trusted people in my life betray me like this?I had just found out they were cheating on me, and now that I tried to confront them, they shut the door in my face.How dare they? The ache in my chest burned hotter, until it wasn’t pain anymore, it was fury.Just then, the private booth’s glass door slid open. Jason walked toward me.“Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough? Or do I need to call security first?” he aske

I spent the rest of the evening in Aria’s shoes, laughing at rich people's jokes and saying thanks to every new gift box that came my way.When the music quieted and the guests started leaving, I sighed in relief because the nightmare was finally over and it was time to go home.Edrick’s home, not mine.The ride back was painfully quiet.The city lights bled against the tinted windows, flashing across his sharp jaw and unreadable face. He drove like he lived, precise, distant, completely in control.I sat beside him, hands clenched in my lap, pretending to be fascinated by the night sky, when all I could feel was him. His cologne, faint and clean, filled the car, the scent brushing against my senses like an uninvited whisper.Every time his hand shifted gears, my breath caught, not because he touched me, but because I wondered what it would feel like if he did.The tension was thick, suffocating. He didn’t look at me once, but I could feel his gaze even when it wasn’t there.And in

The flight felt like it would never end. Every second in that plane felt like walking on eggshells. I sat there, pretending to be calm, but my hands wouldn’t stop trembling. Jason was only a few seats ahead, and every time I caught a glimpse of his face, I felt my stomach twist.Edrick and Jason had spent most of the flight talking about business. I barely understood a thing they said. Words like “investments,” “shares,” and “projects” floated in the air between them. I just sat quietly beside Edrick, looking out the window and watching the clouds drift by.I should pretend this “honeymoon” is an all expense paid trip. I should be happy. But how could I relax when the man I used to love was sitting right there, and the man I married by mistake was the one beside me?My heart didn’t stop racing even once throughout the entire flight.When the pilot finally announced we were landing, I almost sighed in relief. I could finally get off that plane, away from the suffocating tension and th

Alina's POVWhen I woke up, the other side of the room was empty. The blanket Edrick used on the couch was still there, folded halfway like he left in a hurry. The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the suite in soft gold. For a moment, it felt like peace until I remembered where I was. And who I was pretending to be.I dragged myself up, went into the bathroom, and let the warm water run over my skin. It felt good. It felt too good for a woman living a lie. After showering, I dressed in one of the expensive silk robes in the suitcase. It's probably something Aria picked out. Since we wouldn'tbe here for long, Edrick said there was no need unpacking. A soft knock came, and before I could answer, a hotel staff wheeled in a breakfast tray. Pancakes, fruits, and freshly squeezed juice. The smell alone made my stomach growl.“Good morning, Mrs. Vale,” the waiter smiled politely before leaving.Mrs. Vale.I will never get used to this title. I probably shouldn't.I s

Lila and Edrick kept talking like they haven't seen each other since forever, while the staff kept walking up and down, taking our luggage in. I tried to busy myself with my phone, but my eyes kept flickering towards Lila and how her hands brushed Edrick's shoulders every now and then. The moment she left, the house fell quiet. I could still smell her perfume in the air. Sweet and soft, like she wanted to leave a piece of herself behind.Edrick didn’t look at me. He was still standing near the door, his jaw tight. I sat on the couch, holding my glass of water, pretending to scroll through my phone like I didn’t care.He finally spoke. “Get up.”I looked up at him. “Excuse me?”“We’re going to our room.”Our room. The words sounded so wrong. I followed him up the stairs, my feet dragging against the polished floor. The hallway opened into a wide bedroom that looked like something out of a dream. Tall windows, silk sheets, gold frames, everything too perfect for people who couldn’t st