What Does 'I’M An Adoptive Sister And The Biological Sister Of My Parents Is My Ex' Mean?

When I get married to Zachary Lennor, I know that he has a younger, depressed sister who's a huge pain in the ass. On our wedding night, she suddenly barges into our room with the excuse that she's terrified of the dark. That's why she wants Zachary to sleep with her. When I get hospitalized due to my illness and need Zachary to take care of me, his sister insists that he go home to eat all three meals with her every day. Otherwise, she'll go on a hunger strike. Even when Zachary and I are on a date, his sister will call him immediately, claiming that her depression is acting up. If he doesn't go home right away, she will jump off a building without hesitation. Unable to take it anymore, I unleash my anger on Zachary's sister. But Zachary is quick to shield her from my ire. With an icy expression, he tells me, "I only have one sister, whereas I can always get myself another wife. If you can't stomach her presence at all, we'll get a divorce right now." I keep tossing and turning in bed at night, unable to sleep at all. That's when I decide to get out of bed just so I can apologize to Zachary and his sister. As soon as I walk to the doorway, I hear a familiar voice whining from the master suite, where Zachary stays. "Zach, since Samantha got so mad at me today, does this mean she's found out that I'm not your actual sister at all, but your ex-wife?" Zachary pauses momentarily before saying reassuringly, "Even if she does, it's fine. Although I do love her, I've already vowed to stay with you forever the day I married you. "So, even though we're already divorced, I will still keep my word. I won't let you go." At that moment, I finally realize that Zachary's so-called younger sister is just a fake identity. Her depression is also a big fat lie. I'm the only one who's been kept in the dark about everything in this performance. In that case, I'm not going to humor these jerks anymore.

I was separated from my family at a young age and was adopted by my adoptive parents, who treated me very well. The day I turned eighteen and became an adult, my biological parents called me and begged me to meet them. Even though I had not seen them for years, I decided to fly to the city where they lived for a meetup. On the day I arrived, I shopped for gifts to give them as a gesture of goodwill, all while waiting for my biological brother to come and pick me up. When I finally picked up the gifts, a young woman decided to take them for herself. “I want the smoking pipe, the tie, and the necklace she’s holding!” She signaled to the shop assistant with a quirk of her lips, and the latter snatched the gift boxes from me. “Hey, I saw them first!” I was furious, but she looked me up and down with a sneer. “All these items are from the most expensive brands in the store. They cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Can a penniless loser like you afford them? “I am the daughter of the Ferrero family. My older brother is the heir of the Roccia Gang, the city's most powerful gang. Over here, no one dares fight me over things I’ve set my eyes on.” ‘Ferrero? Isn’t that my biological family?’ I thought. As it turned out, she was the girl my parents had adopted after they lost me. I raised an eyebrow and called my older brother, who was coming to pick me up. “Hey, your adopted sister snatched the gifts I bought for you all. What’re you going to do about it?”

I return to the country after attending an international anesthesia academic conference. That's when I see the news of my boyfriend and twin sister getting married. I'm anxious to verify its authenticity, but my sister drugs me and induces me. "A substitute's child will only be an unwelcome bastard even if it's born. I'm just helping it move on to a better life." Then, she slices me open with a scalpel. She gouges my womb out, causing me to die from significant blood loss. Meanwhile, my boyfriend believes her lies. He's sure he's not the father of my child. He ignores my messages begging him to save me. Instead, he spreads the word about me eloping with someone else. He even wipes all traces of me from his life. "I will never see her again, forever and ever." Five years later, surveillance footage of my sister cruelly murdering me surfaces.

On what was supposed to be the beginning of a perfect marriage, everything went wrong. Betrayed by fate and trapped in a family arrangement she could not escape, she walked down the aisle believing she was marrying the man her life had been tied to for years. But the moment the vows were sealed, the truth shattered her world. The man standing before her was not the one she was promised. He was her ex-husband’s brother. Cold, powerful, and dangerously unreadable, he had no intention of correcting the mistake. Instead, he claimed it, binding her to a marriage neither of them had planned, yet neither was willing to walk away from. As buried secrets begin to surface and old wounds are torn open, she finds herself caught between a past that refuses to let her go and a present that is far more complicated than she ever imagined. Her ex-husband, now filled with regret, is determined to win her back, while the man she was never meant to marry proves to be far more possessive, protective, and unpredictable than she expected. What began as a mistake soon becomes something neither of them can control. In a world where love, power, and betrayal collide, she must decide whether to hold on to the life she once knew or risk everything for the man she was never supposed to love.

【What should I do if I’ve fallen in love with my sister’s fiancé?】 I came across an Instagram post from an account with a default profile picture on my flight back to New York. The comments were brutal, each one harsher than the last. Then I saw a reply from a burner account: 【Don’t blame her. I was the one who led her on.】 【She acts tough, but she’s more fragile than anyone. I just can’t help feeling sorry for her.】 My finger froze on the screen, because the profile picture on that account was the cat my boyfriend, Vincent, had given me. With trembling fingers, I opened the poster’s profile. There was only one video on it. In the video, a woman had her back to the camera as she bent down to water a nearly dead plant, a silver bracelet on her wrist. It was the matching bracelet mom had left for my sister Clara and me before she died. For a long moment, I could barely breathe. Suddenly, I thought back to the first time I brought Vincent home to meet Clara. After one failed relationship, Clara had decided all men were the same. She looked at Vincent coldly and said, “He’s no different from the rest. One day, he’ll betray you too.” Vincent held my hand then and said, each word clear and steady, “If I ever betray Nora, may I lose everything.” Clara only scoffed, “Then we’ll see.” But if all of this was true, I was caught between the sister who had raised me and the man I had loved for five years. What was I supposed to do?

BLURB Three years. Three years of making his oatmeal every morning. Three years of waiting for texts he never sent. Three years of smiling at people who looked at me like I didn't belong. And the whole time, I was just a replacement for my own twin sister. "You guys know why I went after her in the first place." "Because she looked like Serena." "They're twins. What did you expect?" I heard every word through the noise of that bar. Every single one. Marco never loved me. He loved my face because it looked like hers. And the moment Serena came back to the city, I became nothing. "I'm Serena. Serena Ricci. Though I'm sure people can tell us apart easily enough. There's always a prettier version, right?" My sister smiled at me like she hadn't just stolen my whole life from under me. And Marco stood right there beside her, holding her hand, in front of everyone. So I made a call I never thought I would make. "Dad. I'm ready to come home." I had run away from my family, my name, and the man they chose for me three years ago. An arranged engagement to someone I once saw as nothing more than my cold, strict tutor. I swore I would never go back. But the night I watched Marco catch Serena in his arms while a room full of people cheered, I realized something. The man I ran from never once made me feel like a substitute. The man I ran to never once made me feel like enough. "Is there something you want to say to me?" Marco stood in our bedroom doorway, smiling, waiting for me to hand him an expensive gift.