All Chapters of The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

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 hissed.I saw no point in smiling or crying, the veil covered my face.My stomach knotted in a nauseating twist, whatever it was that hung so heavy in the air. Whether it was the overbearing smell of peonies and daisies, Selena didn't even like daisies, I did, while she preferred peonies. The flowers were just too much and too fucking expensive.The number of eyes watching my every move seemed to be the cause of the nausea I was feeling.I hoped no one else but my father could see my jittering. My sweaty palm gave it away and father had scolded me to stay still.It was the least I could do for my family.Selena absconded an hour to her wedding, her dressing room empty, her dress, heels and bou

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, to lift her veil and see her face.She grasped onto her father's arm, her steps were slow, contemplative, the grumpy man had whispered something to her.Her gait was familiar, nostalgic almost.If my plan had worked or failed I couldn't show it, I could only hope for the best.Soon she was right before me, I took her from her father's hand, Mr. Holden patted my hand over hers and then my shoulder like he was comforting me. He had a strange look on his face.I took her hand and led her up the podium where we would exchange vows.First, her scent hit me, soft, floral notes with a major hint of jasmine. Under all that flowery scents I could still sense just a tiny waft of turpentine.It wasn't

Mirabella: Gilded Cage

Everyone was playing with me.They always did, not once has there ever been a time anyone took me seriously or cared for what I had to say. It was always I'm sure Mira wouldn't mind.All this was fishy, how was everyone fine with me marrying my sister's fiance.I wanted to flee from this sham and disappear into the depth of an old artwork. And disappear forever.But first I needed to squirm away from these guests and have a conversation with the husband because all this was too much.I was by the snack bar chugging down champagne and hoping Harper doesn't get to me. I had been surveying the environment for him but each time I scanned for him, he wasn't within the church building.There was only a few minutes before the Maybach came around to drive me and my husband, how gross, my sister's husband to the reception party.Mum asked me to stay away from the guests as much as possible and what better place to hide away but at the snack bar was set up for the couple and their train.It was

Theo

I got down first and fastened my suit jacket. The entirety of this wedding would be a success only if I got the expression I wanted from my wife.My wife.I was watching her from the moment she stepped out of the car, she was distracted from the view, adjusting her train and eventually pulling off her veil from her bun.All through the ceremony Mira hadn't been at peace with the dress, earlier at the snack bar I noticed the red patch on her neck, she kept touching the lace around her neck, yanking at it and rubbing against the lace on her sleeves.She wasn't wearing the dress on her Pinterest board, the one with a calmer silhouette and a slight lavender hue you could almost miss in the dark, she preferred that over a ball dress in her sister's more extravagant style but there was no other way to have kept this from her if the dress was changed last minute. The two ladies were sisters as far as sisters could go but their preferences were worlds apart.I was determined to make up for it

Chapter 5: Mirabella

Mirabella I needed air but even though I was breathing it wasn't enough. My throat had stretched so thin that air just couldn't pass through. The air pricked my throat, it couldn't pass through and the ones that did constricted my chest.The ache was dull at first but the pain began to pull, to tear me down.My eyes welled up with tears and I reached for an anchor to lean, I didn't want to fall into the darkness. I attempted to grab on to what looked like a coat holder, it was a fading gold.I knocked it over and it clattered to the ground.The lace wrapped around my throat tighter, the coarse texture turned to glass, sticking its fragments into my neck and hands, strangling me. My throat and nose could no longer accept air, the air was harming me with its jagged edges. The room was starting to fade and I so desperately needed to hold on to something. I reached out for something else to lean on and began to stagger, almost falling down but I never got to the ground.An arm wrapped ar

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 stayed by my side. The museum was her oyster, art brought Mirabella joy, a sparkle in those mesmerizing golden orbs and that was the only reason I had to pay off the art ministry for this one day.She was holding on to a glass of champagne, laughing at something a guest had said. She let down her hair back in the changing room and swept the brown thickness to the side, she didn't keep her hair down, it wasn't practical but today was different, it was to cover the red itch patch on her neckHer hair cascaded down like warm chocolate with a hint of golden flakes, touching her neck, her back. I preferred her hair down but most of the time it was tied up in a bun, restrained.That yellow dr

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 yours under control.” I straightened up. “The only reason I'm not nagging your ears off is because no one is talking… yet. The media is quiet but if your brother continues talking to your wife in that manner, there will be trouble.” Whatever the case would be, anyone could wag their tongue but nobody can stop me, not the media and not my father. “Your big day is coming up. You didn't dethrone me just to burn it all. For goodness sake control things.” His words grated my ears. “I handled everything.” I replied. “If you'll excuse me.” I said and walked away, diverting my direction from Mira to Sergi who was as usual swamped with ladies. I didn't pay the women any heed and just fished him ou

Chapter 8: Wishes Are Better Kept Private

MiraI freaking kissed Theodore Hartley. I kissed my sister's fiance, I let him kiss me and I just stood there allowing myself lean into such a forbidden passion, allowing myself savor the taste of his lips, the feel of them against mine. Some wishes were better kept private.I managed to keep a safe distance from Theo but this was a wedding, supposedly our wedding and my intent distance was raising questions, I was grateful my friends weren't in attendance of this sham but by the time this was over, it would be all over the news, they would feel betrayed and I'd have to explain.There was something unnerving with how natural Theo was acting as if this was all normal.My sister was missing. All through the day I had sent up to twenty text messages, all received but none replied, my calls had already gone to voicemail. Something wasn't right.The dance was over and from my knowledge of the program, next up was the garter ceremony and some games before the newly wed couple went away fo

Where is My Husband?

MiraThe bed felt foreign as I squirmed around in it, it didn't make the normal squeak sound when I stretched and the blanket was abundant, certainly not mine, the realization startled me up from sleep followed by a piercing, ear drumming headache, a consequence of all the booze from the previous day.The room was large, painted in beige and white, very bland and distasteful except for an interesting frame of Theo on a yacht beaming directly at me. The bed however, was soft, I bounced my butt on the beds to test the softness and it was heavenly.A white door slightly left a jar exposed an entrance, the closet I presumed.Everything was impeccably clean and organized, to the left was Theo's dressing area and right beside it was a a full vanity with pink items organized on it, some curlimg sets, flat irons, a tub of make up brushes, skin and body care. I sighed, exasperated. Theo was pushing it, I didn't even quite like pink.Quite being the key word.Wait what did I wear to sleep? I ba

Chapter 10: The Sweetest Temptation

Theo The wedding night was a terror that made me cave to leave with Sergi to Chicago to settle a matter that could wait. Or Sergi could very much handle the gruesome part of things but I'd taken off my frustration on the poor man who'd ratted out the confidential information of a senator. Giving him a few broken bones wouldn't amount to the sum. His stupid ass made me lose but it was a fair warning. I was considerate of his family and children.I left my newly wedded wife by herself for almost a week, no word from me, yet a dozen missed calls from her. Too bad the poor man had to bear the grunt.The session barely exerted my mind to shut up about the kiss. Not the one at the reception.My mind kept circling back to that scene.Mira had been out like a light all through the drive to my apartment. I carried her and laid her on my bed. That was the beginning of my wreckage. Mirabella laid on my bed, id dreamt the day to come and it finally did Her thick brown curls sprawled on my pill

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