Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forcefully Marked By My Twin Sister's Fiancé: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

Isolde~ It was almost evening. More than three hours had passed, and I was still standing at the far end of the aisle alone. My ankles ached in the heels I was forced to wear. I kept shifting from one foot to the other, trying to ease the pain, but it didn’t help. Although I couldn’t see my feet under the overflowing white wedding dress, the sharp sting told me enough — they were already bruised. My makeup felt heavy on my skin. Sweat trickled down my back and chest, sticking the fabric to me. I was hot, dizzy, and tired of pretending. And then the whispers started. “Isn’t Alpha Ryder going to attend his wedding?” “Why hasn’t he shown up yet?” “Poor girl” Tears welled up and burned my eyes. I bit my lip under the veil so hard I tasted blood. But the tears fell anyway. One slipped free. Then another. My fingers shook around the bouquet I held, the flowers trembling just like me. And then… Through the noise. Through the whispers. I heard it. “Isolde.” Sharp enough t

Isolde's Pov My heart shattered and it felt as if my world had collapsed right in before my very eyes. My eyes burned, but I refused to let the tears fall. Not here. I can't cry. Not in front of him. Not in front of her. Ryder noticed me. His face lit up with that same smile he used to reserve for me. He walked over and gently took my hand. Like nothing had happened. “Finally,” he said like I was late for something beautiful. “I’ve been waiting for you.” My throat tightened. “What’s going on?”, My voice barely came out. It cracked like something inside me was breaking in slow motion. He let go of my hand. Then he turned and wrapped his arm around Isla’s waist, “I know it’s strange, reintroducing someone you’ve known your whole life,” he said with a laugh. “Especially when that someone’s your twin sister.” Then he looked at Isla. Eyes soft. Adoring, “Meet Isla,” he said. “My Mate and girlfriend.” Mate. That word hit like a knife under the ribs. The word

Isolde’s POV I once believed I would spend the rest of my life rotting away in that cell—a fitting punishment for my unforgivable sins. But I had almost forgotten who Ryder truly was. He would never grant me the mercy of a slow, quiet death. That would be far too simple for him. Early the next morning, rough hands dragged me from my cell and hauled me to his chambers. I was forced to wait for him like a condemned prisoner awaiting judgment. My body betrayed me instantly; a violent tremor ran through my limbs as dread crashed over me in icy waves. His chambers were larger than I had imagined, yet strangely sparse. The simplicity of it unsettled me. Ryder’s taste had always leaned toward darkness, but this felt… hollow. Cold. Back when we were teenagers, he was obsessed with anything dark and gloomy, while I lived for bright colors—especially pink and anything that sparkled. Our school uniform was a hideous mix of orange and red that I secretly despised. But Ryder, being Ry

--- Isolde's POV Ryder returned to me—sometimes slipping into the room in the dead of night, other times appearing at the first gray light of dawn. There was never tenderness in his touch. No lingering kisses, no whispered words of comfort. He took me like I was nothing more than a vessel for his grief and fury—an object crafted solely for his rage and release. One night, he dragged me onto the bed and made me straddle him while he lounged back against the pillows, hands lazily laced behind his head. The dim lantern light cast harsh shadows across his sharp features as he watched me with that chilling, detached amusement. My thighs—already bruised and trembling—burned with exhaustion as I moved. “Faster,” he ordered, voice low and mocking. “Show me how badly you want to earn your next meal, little mate.” Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the sweat that clung to my skin. My raw, aching core protested with every desperate drop of my hips. The pain was sharp. I bit