What Happens If Forced To Marry My Sister'S Fiance?

Being a sweet, gentle, obedient girl, and never voicing her thoughts is what Gretta Mikhaelovich has always done. Because of all her gentleness and how respectable she was in anyone's eyes, the nickname White Princess had been pinned on her. But bad luck befell her because of one careless night. She gave her virginity to a man she never expected. Behind the glitter of the city of New York, Gretta's twin—Gallena Mikhaelovich—is arranged to marry Nicholas de Sanctis. A Main Director of an airline company from Italy which is listed as the largest company in the World. He was a good man, generous and kind—at least in the eyes of everyone he forced them to see. But, Gretta knew better. Nicholas de Sanctis was a man who took advantage of her unconsciousness and then took her virginity Nicholas de Sanctis is nothing more than a ruthless mafia man, a demonic figure hiding behind his angelic handsome mask. His ruthlessness is as rugged as his inherent good looks and perfection. Gretta didn't like the guy, but that didn't stop her from always turning into glass grains when she was around him. Even though that man was her brother-in-law, and being one of the people she despised, other than her parents, Nicholas had always been by her side. Controls her after he finds out what side Gretta always hides behind everyone. Tell her they are the same. Loving his touch more than she realized. Controling her. Gretta may be the obedient White Princess on the outside, but she loves all the darkness that Nicholas introduces to her. After all, she tries not to fall for the guy. Because the lines of reality that are between them are so clear. Gretta wasn't going to let him ruin her life even more.

On the night of my sister’s engagement party, my life officially crashes. Again. All because of one name on the invitation. Zachary de Sanctis. My sister’s fiancé. Fiona. My ex, the guy I punched in the face five years ago. Heir to the richest old-money family in Europe. And one tiny detail only God and I know: he’s the father of my twins. For the past five years, I’ve been hiding out in a little town in Oregon, working as the CEO of a IT firm while chasing two four-year-olds who look more like their father than me. Isaac and Isabella: two mini De Sanctis clones with the last name Gómez, razor-sharp mouths, brains that run too fast, and a talent for causing trouble exactly when I need peace. My family knows I came home pregnant and alone. They just never asked who the father is, and I never offered an answer. As far as they’re concerned, I’m still Arabella Gómez, the wild one who lost her way. I thought going to Fiona’s engagement party would just mean a few hours of fake laughing, then a quiet drive back to my glass-walled house in Oregon and two sets of blue eyes calling me Mommy. Until Zach walks into my parents’ living room holding Fiona’s hand… and his gaze stays on my face a little too long. He can’t find out about Isaac and Isabella. Fiona can’t find out her perfect fiancé was mine first. And my family can’t know what really happened five years ago. Hiding a scandal between two rich dynasties is one thing. Hiding two chaotic twins who are basically their father’s face copy-pasted? That’s the real nightmare.

She was dumped, disgraced, and dismissed... The night before her sister's wedding, Alina Dawson’s life falls apart. Heartbroken and humiliated by her cheating ex, she returns home only to be forced into a twisted scheme “take her reckless twin sister’s place at the altar and marry a man she’s never met.” What was meant to be a temporary cover-up becomes a lifelong entanglement… Because her new husband isn’t just any man, he is Edrick Vale, the elusive heir to the country’s most powerful business empire… and her ex’s boss. He thinks she’s Aria. She meant to come clean. But now, her sister is out for blood, and secrets run deeper than she ever imagined. In a world of lies, luxury, betrayal, and blood ties…

One reckless night, I woke up in the bed of Ethan Van Horn — my sister’s ruthless billionaire fiancé. Now I’m pregnant with his child, and our powerful families have only one solution: force us to marry. He despises me for destroying his future. I hate him for treating me like the thief who stole what was never mine. Trapped in his luxurious penthouse, every cold glance turns into burning tension and every sharp word into forbidden desire. But the real danger isn’t the man I’m forced to call husband. It’s my sister — who will stop at nothing to take back the life and the man she believes are still hers.

“You helped your sister to run away with her boyfriend, right?” Aadil Waziri yelled at his newlyweds wife Inayat and he shook her head. “I didn't know she would run away.” She defended herself. “That means you knew. Then you could have told me about that. I would have backed out. I would never marry her forcefully. Now see what you have gotten yourself into. You spoiled both of our lives. You are stuck with me forever and me with you. But you have to pay for it. I will make your life hell. You are really my wife in papers but I will never claim you as my wife.” Pointing his finger at her he snarled at her. “Then why did you agree to marry me? You could have said no to this marriage.” Now Inayat lost her temper and yelled at him which enraged him more and he grabbed her jaw firmly, looking deadly into her eyes. “Because I want to ruin your life. You have to pay for your sister’s faults all your life. Welcome to my hellhole.” Saying that he let go of her face with a jerk and started laughing like a maniac.

I ended up with the person who used to bully me in school. As the morning sunlight seeped into the room, I barely moved my arm when the arm wrapped around my waist tightened, pulling me closer. Ethan Chambers lowered his head to kiss my neck, his deep voice tinged with a husky tone from just waking up. "Did you fall asleep last night?" I froze for a moment before nodding obediently. In the past, I might have resisted, but three weeks with him taught me a simple lesson to be compliant. He took my hand, which rested at my side, and interlaced his fingers with mine, playing with them as if amused. Leaning close to my hair, he let out a low chuckle full of interest. "This time, you didn’t throw away the ring I gave you?" He was referring to the diamond ring on my finger. There had been two others before this one—one I hid in the freezer, and the other I threw into the fountain in the garden downstairs. I didn’t want to think about the consequences of losing the first two rings for now, but the result of the third ring was clear: I was going to marry him, the person I once feared the most.