He Married His Adopted Sister The Week Before Our Wedding Novels & Stories

Zaid p.o.v I was so happy that I was finally getting married to the girl of my dream. I was so nervous at the same time. Our house was so busy, the decorations was spectacular and my mom was wondering around the house making sure that everything was where it was supposed to be. My sister got married to Max in the morning and now it's my time to shine. Max left for Boston so he couldn't stay for my wedding which I understood. So here I am sitting on a chair like a king himself and the guests were looking at me whispering at each other.

Period. Initially, the wedding was supposed to take place a month later after our three days vacations in the middle of the ocean, where I finally got to make her mine and made love to her all night long. But once we returned, I couldn’t wait for a second longer. Even though she was already mine, with all her love and body, I was a selfish bastard who wanted to make her mine on every front. Even spiritually. I wished to carve my name on her soul, make her know that the only man those enchanting blue eyes of hers could adore was me. Vladimir Perazzo. Hence, despite Aunt Alessia’s gripes and grumbles, she helped me organize the wedding within a week.

I corrected, giving him a pointed look. He studied me for a moment, brows furrowed. "You look nothing like your sister." That caught me off guard. "You know my sister?" "Of course I do." he said, raising an eyebrow. "I was supposed to marry her, remember? We met once before she disappeared. Guess she wasn't a fan of the whole wedding idea either." Right. That made two of us. Except she got out of this bizarre plan and I didn't.

“No Arya, don't say that. Derek loves you. If I had met a man who loved me as much back then, I might have gotten married to him as well. Whatever he did, it can't dispute the fact that he's obsessed with you.” “Yeah, obsessed enough to fuck my sister on our anniversary on our matrimonial bed.” I laughed bitterly. “He did what?” her face was drained of color. “And,” I added, my voice breaking, “the child we adopted two years ago, he’s their child. They made me adopt the child of my husband and sister, and I took care of him and loved him like he was mine.” Janette swore under her breath, then she pulled me into a hug as I finally broke down.

The day before I was supposed to have the biggest, most beautiful wedding with my fiancé, Ellison Perez, my adopted sister, Becky, had a really bad day. She got super upset and started yelling about wanting to jump off the roof. So, for the 18th time, Ellison put off our wedding to take care of her. This time, we had to wait a whole month. I was standing in the living room, just staring at the mess Becky had made. There were broken vases everywhere, and the photos and paintings that used to hang on the walls were all over the floor, stepped on and ruined.

After that day, I walked into my lawyer’s office trying to appear calm. The smell of leather and old paper did little to ease the turmoil inside me. As I signed each document with trembling hands, pretending I wasn’t breaking, my tears fell but I quickly wiped them away, hoping no one would notice. This was it. This was my first real step in cutting ties with Victor Ravencroft, my husband of three years, the man who destroyed everything I cared about along with my sister’s betrayal.

he answered, smiling just as brightly. I was still trying to get used to the idea that soon he would be my husband. My husband. The thought felt almost unreal. On top of that, Maddie would soon be my sister-in-law. When we video called her, she had squealed with excitement, practically bouncing with joy. She seemed thrilled about it all. We were planning to celebrate properly with everyone later in the week. We had not decided on a wedding date yet, but that did not matter. This weekend had been about celebrating us. *************

But they did. “You don't owe me anything and I don’t care who you’re with,” I snapped, though my voice shook. “After all, this marriage was against both our wills. And after what my sister did to yo—” “About that…” His tone shifted, low and unreadable, shutting me up instantly. “I want to take you somewhere this evening. Be ready.” Before I could ask what he meant, he leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of my ear. His whisper sent a shiver down my spine.

“Which your sister figured, and why she took her child and ran. She left me at the damn house, standing in the driveway like a damn fool that morning. Our union has nothing to do with combining the families. She’s not property to be bargained with.” “I know. I think he forgets that. He was over excited with the thought that you two were finally tying the knot. He ignored the speed of it.” I laugh. “You know your sister, when her mind is made up, there’s no changing it. She decided we’re getting married, as soon as I agreed, I was along for the ride. She had a vision, and the only thing that changed for that vision was the location. While we were there, she told me we were having ou

The words barely came out of my throat. I was desperate to get him as far away from me as possible because I didn't trust myself around him. I didn't trust that I wouldn't throw myself at him, and beg him to fuck me. I didn't trust to resist. "You have to listen to me," he said. "I don't have to listen to shit you say. I can't." All of this was too late. His wedding was taking place in less than a month. He was going to marry my step sister and that was it.