Mga Web Novel na Sister-in-law Romance at mga Kuwentong Face-Slapping

Isla Cross gave up her name on the company letterhead the day her daughter was born, and told herself the trade was worth it, because she still had the marriage. Then a stranger's vacation photo puts her husband's face where it shouldn't be and every time she gets close to proof, he's got an explanation smooth enough to make her doubt what she saw. A suspicious text about his sister. A friend's cryptic warning. A condom that shouldn't exist. And finally, in the lobby of the company she helped build, a receptionist who doesn't recognize her and greets the woman walking in behind her as "Mrs. Cross." Isla stops asking questions out loud. She starts building a case instead, with a little help from the last person she expected to be paying attention.

The cruelest thing about escaping your ex-husband is discovering he never let you go. For three years, Mireya loved a man who hated her for marrying him instead of her sister. When that sister finally wakes from her coma, Mireya walks away from the marriage that destroyed her—and swears she will never let another man have that kind of power over her again. Then she meets Nikolai Moreau. Their first encounter is disastrous. Their second comes with an impossible proposal: a fake marriage with a man who is far too possessive for pretending. It should be simple. No love. No attachment. No happily-ever-after. Except Nikolai doesn’t know how to keep his hands—or his obsession—off his wife. Then Malcolm returns. He needs something only Mireya can give him, but he doesn’t know the woman standing before him is the wife he once discarded. And suddenly, the past she escaped is closing in. A jealous woman wants Nikolai. Old betrayals are resurfacing. And secrets Mireya thought were buried are threatening to destroy everything she has rebuilt. She escaped her ex-husband. She never expected to fall for the man who might make escaping him impossible.

The blindfold came off. I blinked. A chandelier. A fireplace. A mansion i had never seen. And a man i had known my whole life — standing with his back to me, a half-empty bottle on the table beside him. Caleb. "Please." My voice cracked. "I don't know what's happening. I think there's been a mistake—" He turned slowly. The grief on his face curdled into something else entirely. "You put her in that chair," he said. Low. Shaking. "You did that." "I didn't—" He crossed the room in four strides. His hand closed in my hair and drove me to my knees before i could breathe. "You're not going home," Caleb Wren said quietly. "Your sister's wedding is in four days. You look exactly like her." His eyes moved over me, cold and final. "You're going to take her place. Consider it what you owe."