Married To My Sister's fiance

Ava's Pov "Miss Ava Sterling," the pastor said, turning toward me. "Do you take Ethan Van Horn as your lawfully wedded husband?"The question hangs in the air like a weight pressing against my chest.For a moment I cannot breathe. I can't imagine in my life that a day will come when I would be getting married to my sister's fiancee, what a big betrayal from me.Hundreds of eyes are watching me. I can feel them even though I refuse to look at the crowd. Powerful families,Influential business partners,Socialites who thrive on whispers and scandals.Every single one of them is waiting for my answer.My fingers tighten slightly around the bouquet in my hands. The white roses tremble, betraying the calm expression I am desperately trying to maintain.This wedding should never have happened.Yet here I am.Standing at the altar inside one of the most beautiful cathedrals in Manhattan, dressed in a gown that probably cost more than my first car, about to marry the most powerful man in the

Ava’s POVThe ride from the wedding hall to Ethan’s penthouse felt strangely quiet.The black car moved smoothly through the streets of Manhattan while bright city lights flashed past the window beside me. The night outside looked alive. Cars rushed by. Buildings glittered under the dark sky.But inside the car, the silence felt heavy.Ethan sat beside me, his tall frame relaxed against the leather seat, but his attention was completely on his phone.From the moment we got into the car, he had not said a single word.His fingers moved across the screen as if whatever was there was more important than me… his wife.My husband,The word still felt unreal in my mind.I folded my hands together on my lap to stop them from shaking.The ring on my finger felt heavy.The car slowed as we pulled into the underground garage of a tall glass building.A moment later we stepped into a private elevator.Ethan didn’t look at me once.The elevator doors opened directly into his penthouse.I stepped

AvaI didn't realize I had stepped away from the door until my back touched the wall behind me.Inside the room, Clara laughed.The sound slid through the small space under the door like it belonged there, light and careless.“And the poor girl still believes her one night stand with Ethan was a mistake.”Vicky burst out laughing.I felt my fingers loosen around the door handle.“She has no idea I planned everything.”My hand dropped to my side.For a moment I simply stared at the door.The white wood in front of me looked the same as always. Nothing had changed about it.But the voices behind it had changed everything.“You really helped me that night,” Clara continued.“Oh please,” Vicky replied. “Getting Ava drunk wasn't even hard.”Their laughter filled the room again.My throat tightened.I stepped back slowly, careful not to make any noise.The hallway suddenly felt too narrow.My palm pressed against the wall beside me as I steadied myself.Clara loved Ethan.That was what ever

Ethan’s POVThe door stood half open.Light from the hallway sliced across the marble floor and stopped right at her feet.Ava sat there beside the bed. Back pressed tight against the mattress. Knees drawn up so high the silk of her dress pooled around her thighs. Head bowed low. Her fingers gripped that small velvet box like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.Her shoulders lifted once. A single sharp hitch. Then everything went still again.I stayed right where I was. One hand still wrapped around the doorframe. My shadow stretched long across the room and brushed the tip of her shoe. She did not lift her head.My throat moved. No sound came out.I took one step inside. The floor gave a low creak under my weight. Her head stayed down.Another step. Closer now. Close enough to catch the faint scent of her shampoo mixing with the warm air of the room. Close enough to see the way her knuckles had gone pale from how hard she held that box.I dropped to one knee. Then t

Ava’s POVThe dining table still held the empty plates from dinner. Soft candlelight flickered across the dark wood, throwing gentle shadows on the walls. Ethan pushed his chair back first. He stood, stretched his arms above his head, and the fabric of his shirt pulled tight across his chest.“I’m heading to bed,” he said. His voice was low and easy, like any ordinary night. “Don’t stay up too late.”I nodded, eyes fixed on my half-empty glass of water. My fingers twisted the napkin in my lap until the edges frayed. His words from earlier kept echoing in my mind. Hope you’re ready, wifey. Because I will bang you tonight. Every time they surfaced, my stomach tightened in a mix of nerves and something warmer I was scared to name.He walked down the hallway. The bedroom door clicked shut behind him.I stayed at the dining table long after he left. The city lights sparkled far below the glass walls, but they felt distant tonight. My heart beat too loud in the quiet. When the clock showed