Novel & Cerita Betrothed To My Sisters Ex

"At least I'm not a lovesick puppy with daddy issues, still begging for affection from a man who'd rather screw my sister. How does it feel to be the unwanted bride, little Rebel?" It wasn't a rhetorical question but I couldn’t find the words to answer his question. I stood up from my seat, ready to leave his arrogant ass. “Well, you’ll be thrilled to know that your ex-fiancé is coming tonight—with his pregnant wife, who just happens to be your darling stepsister.” “What are you talking about?” I demanded and a smirk played on his lips, as he rose from his seat and walked towards me. His huge frame staring down at me like I was nothing but a possession.

He got angry about the fake heirloom and he demanded that I search for my betrothed in one week or forfeit the company. Find your betrothed, I want her found before the end of the week, Edmond. Find her! “This is not over, brother. I will stay at the ground floor like you suggested. But don’t feel too relaxed because I am taking back what is mine soon. And when I do, I will not place you on the ground floor, I’ll fucking kick you out!” Zack told me furiously as he walked away, leaving the others behind. “What about me, what about the contract you promised us?” Selina’s sister asked him, following after him quickly.

"My ex-fiancé." Darien's eyebrow arched, and he just stood there, waiting, like he expected me to elaborate. I realized then that he'd probably heard the entire conversation. There was no point in hiding it. I exhaled, crossing my arms defensively. "Shane marked my sister. The person he wanted from the beginning. He was just using me to get his position as Beta. I was blind and a fool, and I won't let emotions blind me again." Darien's expression didn't soften. If anything, it darkened further. "What if you meet the right person?"

"It's one thing for you to meddle in my daily affairs. I can't believe you're meddling with Catherine's wedding dress decisions, too. Don't you think you're overstepping?" "Shut your mouth, Samuel," Liam and Samuel's father, Thomas Sutton, slammed his hand on the table and snapped. "Your brother is the one marrying Catherine. Why are you inserting yourself into their wedding?"

"Don't make me regret pulling you out of that car." "Answer the question. I'm invested." "Vanessa is my fiancée," I said. "I'm taking her on a date. That's all." His eyes moved around the cinema. "And the part where you've been chasing her sister like a seasonal illness?" "I'm over Rhea." His head snapped back like he'd been hit. "I'm sorry, I thought I heard you say you're over Rhea. Which is not possible." I gave him a steady look. "I did. I'm over her."

“Then you don't need to ask how I could marry Axel. Our relationship is over. Let’s just mind our own business. You have a wife now, don't you? Why bother coming to my house and asking questions that are no longer your right to ask?” “He is my brother, Adeline!” Julian’s voice rose. “Are you insane? The mirror in your room is large enough—take a good look at yourself. You aren't worthy... you’re a wild woman who frequented clubs and drank, and yet you want to stand beside my brother?” Adeline offered a bitter smile, though her heart ached being reminded of her troubled past.

, Lucien remained slightly behind them, his typically composed look abolutely shattered as he looked at me in disbelief. Mate. The word resonated in my mind three separate times, with an unheard violent force snapping the bond into place that nearly took me to the brink of unconsciousness. Kael turned around in disbelief his eyes on his three stepbrothers, understanding exactly what the sudden change in the room indicated. “What are you three doing here? You are not allowed to come into the ceremonial hall tonight.”

I explained to him. "I think you love this girl, you know what I mean". He said winking at me. "I am not going to take her as one of my b*tches, I love her very much". "Are you being serious now, Christian, do you want to get yourself stuck in this bondage called relationship". He said standing up. I had two failed relationships in the past. I decided not to have a girlfriend other than to f**k bitches. I changed my mind when it comes to Tessa.

the man said sternly and faced the air staring at nothing in particular. I was a bit confused by what he said; what did he mean by me being betrothed to the man inside who happened to be the ruthless and cruel sex addict king we always heard about, when and how did this happen, and how will such thing happen without my parents informing me? Was all this happening because of the piece of land? Why don't they give me time to work hard and pay them… What the hell am I saying? Where can I get the kind of job that will give me enough money to pay for the land?

He asked with concern. I placed the liquor glass on the table and replied honestly, "She's in my head all the time." I muttered to their hearing, leaned back on the chair and closed my eyes. "And as if I never had such a cloudy head and mood, my mom suddenly proposed the idea of getting married to a girl. Said we were betrothed ever since we were…" I ruffled my hair angrily and angrily poured myself a drink. "Betrothed ? How does the girl look? Does she look hot?" Owen suddenly interrupted me with shiny eyes as if that was what he cared about despite my explanation.