I Hate My Sisters Husband Novels & Stories

Zac and I haven't been here yet and I'm sure Zac only saw these two so he also thought of entering here. After we ate I immediately got up and said goodbye to Zac to go to the rest room but destiny is playable. My annoying sister followed. I don’t know if she meant it or just coincidentally, but I know Kilah’s brain. She would fight when she wanted to but the problem is I can't hit her now because I might not be able to control myself anymore. “Don’t get too close to my husband, I don’t like the way you look at her,” she said as something adjusted to her face. "Please tell your husband that I don't like the way she looks either, disgusting."

"She wouldn't dare. And if she ever does, I'll deal with her myself." Satisfied, Scarlette lowered her head, hiding the triumphant smile tugging at her lips—but not before flashing me a quick, mocking glance. I laughed coldly. This woman knew exactly how to play weak and pitiful to earn his sympathy. No matter how wrong she was, Grayson always defended her. Even back when I was his girlfriend, I'd had to step aside because she was his sister-in-law. And every time I gave an inch, she took a mile. My eyes hardened, and instead of backing down, my voice rose, sharp and furious. "Grayson, I'm your wife! If you spend the night with her, what does that make me?"

“How dare you raise your voice to me? Why didn't you yell at your so-called husband when he abandoned you? All you could do was asked out like an escaped psychiatric patient! Just looking at you makes me sick. I don't know how on Earth I became your mother..” Holding my bruised cheek I looked up at her. “And I don't know how I became your daughter either,” I said without the slightest hesitation she would have slapped me again if she wasn't held back by her husband. He calmed her down while I was standing up, but that was not to say he was on my side. He probably just thought hitting me was a waste of time. “Nadine , I suppose it's unfortunate what happened to you but a lot of the fault stil

He felt this Rose going to spoil his wife. But he let it go, one is his wife, who he loves more than anything in this world, and another one is his sister, he loves her but everything comes after his wife. But he was happy to see his sister love his wife and care for her. Now he wants to end everything as soon as possible for his wife for his sisters. " I understand why my husband hates that woman but I don't understand one thing why you, Liam, Adam, and Alex also hate her so much, that day I saw how they look at that woman as if they want to kill her, " Kate asked.

He said and kissed my forehead, my heart reverberated hearing the new pet name he got for me “I love you too” I smiled and closed my eyes, I think my husband is right, is high time I forget about Hennesy and live my life like she never existed, she already hated me to the core and sees me as her enemy, I should leave her alone and let her do what she wants, from now on I don't have a sister, is just me and me alone.

I came home with head ache and a bad mood. Fathima came to fuss over me and I snapped at her. She huffed and went away. I was mad at every one starting with my husband. He is the one who had ruined everything by proposing to my sister instead of me. He was such an ass. My sister instead of being mature about it like I would have been went ahead and started a hate campaign against me. She considers Irene a snake as her best friend. I on the other hand practically raised her because her mother couldn't take a break from her party life.

he bit out through clenched teeth. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t insult my intelligence. Don’t insult anyone’s here. We all see it.” His jaw ticked, but he didn’t speak. Maybe he knew better. Before anyone else could chime in, Ross leaned forward and added, “Yeah, she’s right. Whatever it is, it’s making everyone uncomfortable. We’re worried, man.” And then Laia spoke, voice sharp and clean like a blade sliding through flesh. “My husband is fucking my sister,” she said without a single tremble. “Has been fucking my sister. Was fucking my sister before we even met.”

And then she laughed crazily behind me. Julian you can't talk to your sister like that, you're being so rude! "My mother scolded. "My sister? I don't consider her my sister! This bitch instigated Edgar to divorce me! The person my husband loves is my sister! And I'm supposed to overlook that?" Julian's hatred for me had gotten to another level. The relationship between us was so bad that we might as well never see each other again. After walking out of the ward, I stood in the corridor, looked up at the white ceiling and tried to hold back my tears.

Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”

"Or we could just leave them waiting..." "That wouldn't be polite. I haven't met my sister-in-law yet and I don't want her to hate me." Even so, she tilted her chin up and gave me access to kiss her neck. "I don't care," I commented between kisses. "But I do! Honey, let me tell you something - a sister-in-law who hates you is almost as bad as a shrewish mother-in-law." She concluded and I started laughing. I had to agree - my sisters hated Tess and made her life hell.