All Chapters of He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1: The FolderI was twenty minutes early for my own engagement party, which is why I was the one who found them.The private room upstairs was supposed to be empty until the photographer arrived. I climbed the stairs with my heels in my hand, smiling, thinking about how I would tease Ethan for hiding from the crowd downstairs. Instead I opened the door and found my fiancé with his hands in my sister’s hair.Ava didn’t even pull away first. She looked at me over Ethan’s shoulder, calm as still water, like she had been waiting for this moment instead of dreading it.“Olivia.” Ethan stepped back too late. His shirt was already half undone.I stood in the doorway with my shoes still in my hand and asked the only thing that mattered. “How long?”Nobody answered right away. Ava fixed her dress like she was bored.“How long, Ethan?” My voice cracked on his name.“A year,” Ava said before he could speak. She said it the way someone reports the weather. “It’s been a year, Olivia. Almost

I didn’t sleep that night.I lay in bed replaying the same scene over and over. Ethan’s hands in Ava’s hair. The way he looked at her before he answered me. The champagne glass with my ring sinking to the bottom of it. By morning my eyes were swollen and my phone was full of messages I didn’t want to read.I lost Ethan in one night. The harder truth was realizing I had lost everyone else long before that.My mother showed up at my apartment around nine, and for one foolish second I let myself hope she had come to hold me. Instead she sat on the edge of my bed and sighed like I was the one causing all the trouble. “Olivia, you need to ease up on your sister. She’s not sleeping either. This isn’t easy for her.”I stared at her. “Easy for her.”“She didn’t plan to fall in love with him,” my mother said, like that excused a year of lies. “You stormed out in front of everyone. Do you know how that looks for her?”I wanted to ask how it looked for me. I didn’t bother. I already knew the answ

I sat there with the pen in my hand longer than I should have, and the thought that finally pushed me forward had nothing to do with money or trusts or exit clauses.It was simple. One man spent a year lying to me. The other spent two days proving he didn’t have to.My phone rang before I could finish the thought. My mother, asking me to come to dinner that night, her voice carrying the kind of forced lightness that meant she expected me to behave myself. “Just a family dinner, Olivia. Ava will be there. It’s time we all moved forward together.”I agreed before I could talk myself out of it, mostly because some stubborn part of me still needed to see how far they would go.I found out the answer the moment I walked into my parents’ dining room. Ava sat beside Ethan like she belonged there, leaning into his shoulder, laughing at something he’d said. Around her neck hung the sapphire necklace Ethan had promised me two Christmases ago, the one he said he was still saving for. He had given

Chapter 7: The Dress He ChoseThe bridal showroom was the kind of quiet that money buys. White walls, soft lighting, three stylists already waiting when I walked in, like my arrival was something they’d been preparing for all morning.I expected to feel like a stranger in someone else’s appointment, another piece of paperwork Damien had arranged and forgotten about. I expected assistants to handle me politely and move on. Instead, the woman who greeted me at the door called me by name and asked if I wanted tea before we began, like I was someone worth slowing down for.A small, foolish hope rose in me. Maybe nobody here knew who I was. Maybe for one hour I could just be a bride trying on dresses.That hope didn’t survive the first ten minutes. One of the stylists mentioned my name to another, quietly, and I caught the flicker of recognition pass between them. They knew exactly who I was and exactly what had happened a few days ago. But there was no pity in their eyes. No careful, sorry

I barely slept that night, replaying four words over and over until they stopped making sense. Tomorrow, meet my grandmother. Signing the contract hadn’t made my hands shake like this. Contracts were business. Family was something else entirely, something that could still find a way to hurt me even now.Somewhere around dawn I realized what actually frightened me. I wanted her to like me. That realization unsettled me more than anything Ethan had said all week.Damien arrived himself the next morning. No driver waiting at the curb, no assistant trailing behind him with a schedule, just him, standing at my door like this mattered enough to handle personally.“You look nervous,” he said, studying me for a moment too long.“Should I be?”“No.”That was all he gave me, but somehow it was enough. No reassurance dressed up in extra words, no speech about how everything would be fine. Just a flat, certain no, like the idea of his grandmother disliking me wasn’t worth entertaining.His grandm