All Chapters of LOVE THY SISTER'S HUSBAND : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

.. RILEY...**** “We have had news, Miss Riley Gilbert… your mother… she’s in a coma.” I blinked. Stupidly. Like my brain could just refuse to process the words. “A coma?” I asked, trying to calm my racing heart. “Like… sleepover at a hotel coma, or, uh… hospital coma? Because I want details before I start crying in the hallway.” The doctor didn’t flinch. He adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat. “This is serious, Miss Gilbert. Your mother’s condition is critical. The surgery… it must happen immediately. Time is a factor. Without it, she—” “Yeah, yeah, she dies. Got it,” I interrupted, rolling my eyes, though my stomach twisted at the thought. “Thanks for the pep talk, Doc. Really comforting.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, like he was used to idiots. “I need you to understand the gravity of the situation. Her organs are failing. The tumor has… spread. The operation carries risks, but it’s her only chance.” I was this close to losing my mind. I couldn't b

...RILEY...****TWO WEEKS LATER…Days later and Soren is still living rent free in my head.I don’t even know how I got here. One minute I was supposed to be drafting reports, the next I was locked inside the office bathroom, sitting on the closed toilet seat like some lovesick fool, phone glowing in my hand.Cassidy’s face filled the screen—she had just posted a video on her and her husband on Instagram. Soren stood beside her in a navy suit, tall and calm, eyes full of that kind of love that makes people believe in forever. My hands instinctively went to my skirt. I hiked my skirt up to my waist, pushing my panties down, my thighs parting slightly as I watched the footage of Soren sweeping Cassie off her feet and kissing her deeply in front of the cameras. “Fifteen years, Cass,” he said, warmly. “Fifteen years of you, of laughter, fights, long nights, and everything in between. You’ve made every day feel like home, even when life wasn’t kind. You were my calm, my reason to br

...RILEY...****He’s staring at my legs.Heck, who would’ve guessed my crush… my obsession… would find me attractive? My heart’s doing a weird kind of dance, half panic, half excitement.And the best part? He’s trying to be discreet about it but I see right through him.Looking away, he said. “You shouldn’t be here,” . “I thought I made myself clear. You stay out of this house. We don’t need you. Hell, I don’t even want you here.”I lifted an eyebrow, crossing my arms, leaning back against the counter. “Really? Because last I checked, I wasn’t hired by you, Mr. Knight. I’m here because your perfect little wife thought it’d be a good idea to hire me as the nanny. So, congratulations—I’m staying.”His nostrils flared.. “Stay? You… you have no idea what you’re walking into. You know why I don’t want you here? Because I found out from your boss…you were fired. Drugs, theft… you’re a mess. Do you know how many people I’d have to fire if I let a thief into my house?”I laughed, bitterly. D

...SOREN... ***** I should’ve known better than to let her stay in the damn car. But no, I'd been stupid. Now, twenty minutes into the drive, Riley sat beside me, window down, wind tangling through her hair, a half-melted vanilla cone in her hand, and that sinful, knowing little smirk curving her mouth as she licked it like it was her personal mission to destroy what was left of my self-control. It's the second time she’d made me stop, too. The second damn time. The first time she made me go out for roasted corn. The second, for this. Ice cream. I gripped the steering wheel tighter until the leather dug into my palms. “You realize we’re on a schedule, right?” She hummed, unconcerned, like I’d just told her the weather forecast. “Relax. You’ll live. Or are you allergic to fun?” I shot her a look. Her mouth curved, and she caught a drip sliding down the cone with a slow sweep of her tongue in an obscene way. Jesus Christ. “You know what? No more food in my car. Throw that out.”

...RILEY...******“Fuck!" Soren pushed me off him so fast I nearly stumbled, breathless.The sound of him zipping up broke through the heavy silence, snapping me back to reality— and back to my senses.Then, just like that, the lights flickered back on.My blood dried up as I glanced around seeing people wandering through aisles. Shit. What was I thinking? If Soren wasn't fast enough to shove me aside, we'd be seen. My fingers trembled as I hurried to fix my hair, to smooth down my shirt, to look normal — whatever normal even meant anymore.Don’t look at him, Riley. Don’t.. after your crazy actions.Yet I looked. Soren was already composed, zipped properly, every trace of heat erased from his face. With that stone expression that said this didn’t happen.My cheeks were still burning, and he looked like he’d just returned from a board meeting. I swallowed hard and forced myself to breathe as an assistant appeared at the end of the aisle. He was middle-aged, clutching a clipboard. “O