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

She revealed. I screamed. It was so loud that it startled me too. I ran to her and hugged her while screaming in her ears. "This is the best surprise!" I went on screaming. "I'm getting married next week!" I turned back to Nathan and began to jump in his face. "We're getting married next week!" I screamed again. In his excitement, he lifted me off the ground and began to twirl me around. "This is the best news!" He exclaimed. Then he dropped me and lifted Selene in the air. "You're the best sister I could ever ask for!" He announced.

It felt like I had been holding that for a very long time. I had done it. I had married a man who hated me. A man who promised me he'll instead of butterflies on the day of our wedding. A man who wanted my sister. A man who picked the wedding dress, jewelries, shoes and everything for my sister. A man who didn't even notice me up until today. I had taken my sister's place. Lied to hundreds of people and fooled the entire media. Smiled for cameras, said vows I barely remembered. Said my sister's name instead of mine.

She was as eager as we were to welcome that baby into the world. In the spring, we got married in a small ceremony. I wanted it to be bigger, to announce to the whole world how much I loved my wife, but we just didn't have that many people to invite. Duane agreed to be my best man, as long as I promised to be his. He married my sister the week after I married sweet Patricia.

"Throw these troublemakers out of here. I don't want our wedding to be affected by them." Security immediately took action and dragged away all three of them while they struggled. My heart was at peace when I saw the doors close behind them. It seemed like our fates were sealed since that cruise trip. Julian brought me to change into a new wedding gown and redo my makeup. Our wedding was completed with everyone's blessing. After seeing off all the guests, my parents did not leave. They pulled me aside to give me various reminders. "You're lucky to have married Cole Jefferson. Don't forget about our family, understand?"

Once again, I had to give everything away to Winona Sunther, the Sunther family's adopted daughter and George's adopted sister. George and I had personally designed that wedding plan for us, every little detail showcasing tiny glimpses into our seven-year-long relationship. I distinctly remembered him saying that on the day of our wedding, he would share our blissful past with the whole world. Now, it seemed he had forgotten all about that. I shoved away the arm he attempted to wrap around me, causing him to briefly look surprised. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "If you're willing, you could also use the same plan as Winnie."

“You can say that, it’s thanks to my sister.” My eyes widened when he said, sister. Why did I assume that he didn’t have any family members? “Your sister lives with you?” I asked him. I didn’t even know and if she does, she must know that he brought someone home. What if she heard us? Why did I stupidly think he lived alone? “No, she doesn’t live in the country. She got married and moved away. She's my adopted sister. I adopted her when she was thirteen. She’s twenty-five now and got married last year. She was the one that set up the house.”

We spent almost the entire night talking with Christie; she hasn't tired of hugging me, kissing me, and thanking me for marrying her brother to save him from Adele. We didn't tell her that our marriage wasn't real. Christian fell silent when she asked, and then he took her with him. I don't know what he told her, but his sister now calls me sister-in-law.

A week later, Alexander and I held our wedding. It was a grand affair that made the news, dubbed the "wedding of the century." But the truth is, when someone really wants to marry you, they can't wait even a single day.

“And now I’m supposed to just switch that and suddenly see you as my fiance, then my husband?” Even saying it out loud felt strange and unreal. “I thought we were past this.” He said, rubbing his eyes. I shook my head. “I’m trying,” I admitted. “But it’s not that simple. What will people say if they find out?” “What people?” he asked, running a hand through his hair. I hesitated, then said it anyway. “You’re getting married to someone your parents adopted as your sister. How does that even sound to anyone else?” I saw his jaw set, and then he started heading my way again without taking his eyes off mine.

It was never like this when we first got married. When I woke up in the morning, I stepped outside my room to my adopted daughter's room. She was turning 17 and was now a big girl. I remembered when I and Ethan first adopted her, when she was only 7, and we had just gotten married. I had always talked about adopting a child when Ethan and I started planning our lives together. I jumped on her bed and screamed into her ears, “Wake up!!!” She jumped up in shock and fell to the ground.