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

"Now that she has joined my family, can't you just let her have this?" "She joined our family?" I staggered back, my white gown catching underfoot. I tripped, falling hard. "That's right. I've adopted Lily. She is our sister now." "What?" Blood trickled from the wound in my elbow. He ignored it, set on giving the White name to the woman who'd humiliated me. It was ironic to no end.

She got the man I had always dreamt of, even if I saw him first. My sister disappeared hours before the wedding ceremony. A little note on the table that read “I can’t do this,” and she was gone. An empty room, an abandoned dress, and a church full of whispering guests left behind. And me. I had to wear the dress that had been customized for her. It was a little tight on me, but I had no choice. I had to read the vows she had written. I had to take her place. But I didn’t even think about it much. I was a little happy that I got to marry the man I loved, but it was just a sick game life was playing with me.

When I attended the pack gathering with my boyfriend of five years, Joe Smith. I told him I wanted a family of our own. But even after all these years, he still thought I’d always coveted the Silver Claw Pack’s fortune. He said marrying him would only be a way for me to get a share of the Smith family’s legendary vineyard business. His response was the same as always: “Let’s wait a little longer.”

He was holding a bottle of wine and two glasses when she joined him in the sitting room. "I'm sorry i didn't tell you about my sister." He said, handing her a glass of wine, "She was adopted shortly after I traveled abroad for my studies, I came back a few years later, but there wasn't enough time to get to know her before my ex broke up with me. I was distraught and shut everyone out. She traveled shortly after. So that's as far as my relationship with her goes. Besides, I don't expect her to be at the wedding, she's currently in Los Angeles Tyler said, wanting to get the issue out of the way.

She couldn't be less shameless. "How long do you plan on pretending? It's already too obvious, yet you're making it seem like there's nothing wrong with what both of you are doing! My sister died days ago, and here you are, her husband and best friend, getting married on the day she was supposed to be buried. You literally ignored all our pleas to come sign the paperwork, but you bluntly refused," Josh said.

A faint smile curved her crimson lips as she called Gideon right in front of me. Just one phone call. The agreement I had spent countless trips trying to get signed was finally signed. Looking at Gideon's signature, all I could do was laugh at the irony. Back then, the person who had approved my marriage to Gideon was not my in-laws. It was his adopted sister. At the time, I only thought my sister-in-law was especially favored by the family. But on the second day after our wedding, she handed me a checklist. It detailed exactly what I was supposed to wear for different occasions, down to the style and color of my clothes and shoes.

The name felt heavier now. The door opened twenty minutes later. Diana stepped in, shaking rain from her coat. Her face told everything before she spoke. “You survived it,” I said, voice low. “Tell me the rest in person. No more texts.” She hugged me tight, wet coat and all. “It was exactly as messy as we expected. But you laughed earlier. That counts. Hold onto that sound.” I held on, breathing in the familiar scent of her perfume. The wedding had happened. My sister married my ex while the world watched and commented. The empty seat stayed empty. And somewhere in the back a stranger had watched that emptiness instead of the couple.

Intoxicating in the sense that it both overwhelmed and drew you closer. "I… I," I started and stopped, telling myself to get it together. What was it about this man that made me so nervous? He didn't break his gaze or his closeness, and matter of fact, I shifted away to get some space around him, but he took a step forward immediately. "I… have an adopted sister. That's who you're going to be married to. You might have heard there's only one daughter available because I'm also going to be getting married to my fated mate on the day you are going to be wed to my sister."

He somehow manages to balance being the dumbest guy I’ve met with being the sweetest. “I know you enough to know some big wedding like what my sister will be doing or even a less formal event like Aunt Sarael did is your style. Caleb and Mariana are up for watching Zory. I didn’t even ask why I’d want a sitter. So I figured we would have a quick private wedding. And getting married gives a leg up on the adoption paperwork as you’d be my wife.” He shrugged.

Maybe then she was going to hinder my father from making that mistake, who knows. Two months after our families reunited, the wedding took place. My brother traveled from the United States to attend the wedding ceremony. Our marriage made the front page of all the newspapers. I took part in the ceremonies as a stranger or a guest. I was not smiling, I was absent from mind from the beginning to the end of the festivities. It was also obvious that our parents were more active in this marriage than we concerned them. Just before uniting with this man, whom I didn't even take the time to look at what he looked like, my brother Lens came to see me. No doubt he had noticed my unenthusiastic look.