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Where is My Husband?
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2026-06-24 04:01:55
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The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister Cheri
Bella Theo held up his glass and brought the mic closer to his mouth, his eyes locked on me the entire time. “This would have never been possible without you, my darling wife.” My first sip of champagne turned to stone as it shot down my throat and into my chest. One of the bright spotlights swiveled and landed directly on me. Thank heavens I didn't splutter or choke right then while the entire room's attention shifted to my face. The initial shock gave way to a sudden, blooming warmth that spread over my skin and down to my toes. “You are an impeccable work of art, Cherie, and your creations are nothing less,” he continued, his voice steady and echoing through the speakers. A hot sting prickled behind my eyes as emotion surged into my chest, threatening to overflow and drive me straight up onto that stage to kiss him. God. The way he was looking at me right now. The way he's looked at me throu
The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister A moment In Time
BellaThe museum hall was relatively warmer than the storage room we’d just left, the air laced with a dozen varieties of expensive, overbearing perfumes.Jazz music filtered into the atmosphere from the far corner, where a woman stood belting a melodious harmony while her accompanists played along. Lulled chatter and polite laughter hummed through the space as people clustered together, making acquaintances and catching up on social talk they’d willfully forgotten about since the last high-society function.It wasn't my first time attending one of these. My father used to make it compulsory for me to accompany him to settings like this, so I’d long since gotten used to the rhythm of high society. My armor was well seasoned.Everyone moved with practiced, lethargic grace, their laughter echoing softly against the soaring gallery walls where private art collections hung like silent judges. Composure was the unspoken dress code.I snapped straight, rolling my shoulders back to attain p
The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister 76: Gala Night
Theo As soon as we stepped into the dimly illuminated hall, my mom's face was the first image I saw. She was leaned over the backrest of a wooden chair, her legs draped over it, a slash of yellow pigment altered her cheek. She was smiling, genuinely smiling because her dimples were out in full display.My heart dropped, my sight blurred out again.How could I not have this portrait of my mother?I'd thought all of had been destroyed years ago but here she was, vibrant and happy. Down where Bella held my hand, I felt a light squeeze.I was overcome with so much gratitude that she was here with me, that she'd been so adamant on getting me here, my heart hung heavy, out weighed by many memories I thought I'd forgotten.Losing a loved one was only a part of the grieving but the next part came when memories you thought you could never forget begin to fade, including how they looked. I had grieved so hard
The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister 75: Strained Tension
Bella Theo held the end of an extremely strained rubber band and I held the other end, it felt like any movement I made could snap the band apart.I focused on the cool leather of the back seat against my legs instead of his rhythmic breathing, or the smell of espresson and wood seeping out from him.His breathing, his presence, heat radiating from his body, I could feel it all which madr me all the more conscious of the fact that it was probably the same for him.If I snugged any closer to the car door, the car would be left with an imprint of my body. Despite the space between us, it felt inadequate.I dared not shift in my space or even do as little as flinch, or look over at his side, shadow falling over his so very dapper self. So I sat as straight as a rod, too careful not to move or stir his attention to myself.Since we began the ride, he's sat, straight as I was- then again, he was always of impeccable posture
The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister 74: Sweetest Damnation
Theo The moment I shut her door, everything I shouldn't want and should be avoiding came rushing, crashing against my resolve. My blood boiled hot. My skin prickled from the heat, it didn't matter that her door was cold to touch, my body could combust. I tore down the knot of my tie in anticipation of a rush of oxygen. It didn't do shit. Only the woman on the other side of the door could sate me, only she could quench this thirst and dounce me in her cold water. If I continued staying by her door, I risked losing my common sense and bursting through her door to drink as much of her as she permitted me. I pressed my back against her door, letting every movement of her dress, the soft fall of her bare feet on the floor of the room drive me. For goodness sake, seeing her bare feet did something to me, it felt like she
The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister 73: Gorgeous
Bella I pulled the zip up but my hands had given up on me.How could I have forgotten that the kind staff at the boutique was the one that zipped me up back when I tried the dress.And for goodness sake, who makes a zip so low?Not everyone has a significant other or a companion to help with zips.My sister was wherever the heck she was, Cassie has been mia with this new man of hers and my husband isn't exactly my husband.“Gosh!” I grunted, dropping my hands in surrender. My arms cramped from how long I've tried to zip up.I moved my eyes to the hopeless hanger I'd tried to use after watching a couple Pinterest hacks.My hands refused to stay steady, my mind refused to shut up.I threw my head back, rolling my neck to ease the cramp in it.“You need help?” Theo's smooth, deep voice cut through my misery. I jumped at the sound and spun around, clutching my dress at the back in an attempt
The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister Theo: The sister I always wanted
I wasn't one to be jittery.My palms were sweaty, my nerves were getting the better of me but all that ceased as the large hall door opened and the bride stepped in with her father.I watched closely as she walked further.I made the call, but the only way to know if it worked was to see the bride,
The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister Mirabella: The wrong Bride
I was supposed to accompany my sister, walk her down the aisle, and be her bridesmaid.What I was not supposed to be doing was wearing her dress and walking down the aisle perched on my father's arm to be wedded to the same man my sister was supposed to marry.“Keep smiling Mirabella.” My father hi
The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister Chapter 7: Her Lips Taste so much Better Than I imagined
Theo Father’s glass didn't quite make it to his lips, his eyes traced my gaze to where Harper stood with my wife. Her arms are folded in front of her. “You'll bore a hole.” I glared at my father. “I'll burn down everything if need be.” He cleared his throat. “You better keep that jealousy of yo
The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister Chapter 6: The Only Competition
TheoI must have lost my mind to have let her out of my sight after almost losing control with her in that dressing room.Couples usually stuck together during their wedding reception but she fluttered like the most vibrant butterfly in the room. I loved to see her in her element, though she barely
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