I Hate My Sisters Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

He asked. "My husband, obviously." I gritted out. "Didn't I tell you; you'll not be contacting him. Ever!" He hissed looking into my eyes. "Who said I'm going to follow your orders." There's no way I'm going down without a fight. He let go of my hand, but he quickly pulled the wire and the handle separately before throwing away to the corner of the room on the other side. "You're the worst brother! I'm thankful I never had to tolerate you all these years! And I wish I'm not your sister. I definitely cannot handle a brother like you." I spewed with hatred. His icy brown eyes pierced into mine, but I held my stand.

“Jimena and that rascal Pablo in a room together? That’s worse than a triple-X-plus-twenty-one movie. I can only imagine the things those two got up to—pure dynamite.” “Hey!” Jimena protested with a playful smile, though there was melancholy behind it. Of the three sisters, she was the most mischievous and experienced. “It’s not like we were sex maniacs or anything, but you should know we didn’t really make love during our marriage. Well, the last few months we did. It’s ironic—our marriage ended right when it was supposed to be getting better.” She sighed, sadness slipping through her voice. Though she tried to force a smile, her eyes betrayed her—revealing the pain and that lingering frust

They can't be more wrong. They are even accusing me of ruining my sisters life, because I've refused to sacrifice them in marriage. Where their brainless son will rape, insulted and Dishonored them before throwing them out for new toys. They are very young, they don't even know how to take care of their self, non to talk about a family. I know they hate, dispice and abhor me, but I don't care. when they see me, they can't stop their self from wispering loudly and audibly in my presence. As if I care.

' I wanted to reply but bit my tongue hard. "Sister Jenna married a good man. They have just been wedded 2 years or so, they should have patience, th...." I tried saying when mum raised her hand, signalling me to stop. "Darius's parents are already pressuring your sister, are you going to help her or not?" Mum half-yelled and I let out a sigh. It's not been three years since their marriage, since I left home for a fresh start because I couldn't bear to see my sister with the man I have loved all my life.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

David’s plan wasn’t my plan – it wasn’t even a good plan. I didn’t want Alice’s baby looking up at me, calling me mom. It wasn’t my child, it wasn’t any child I even wanted to acknowledge. How did he even know it was his? My stepsister was deceptive, secretive – David has no idea who the father is, and he shouldn’t assume. Even if the baby is his, he shouldn’t be concerned. We were going to get married. We were going to start a family. He should just leave the past behind him.

My breath caught in my throat. “What?” I whispered. “You think I don’t know?” he sneered. “Go celebrate with the man you’ve been sneaking around with.” “That’s not true,” I whispered. “I’ve never cheated on you. I swear.” Fiona laughed. “Come on, sis. Don’t pretend.” My hands were shaking. “How can you say this, Elvis? You’re my husband. She’s my sister.” He crossed his arms and smirked. “Perfect match, don’t you think?”

"For not trying to fix me. For not telling me it'll all be okay or that everything happens for a reason." His arms tighten around me. "Those things people say... they don't help, do they?" "No. They make it worse." I pull back to look at him. "How do you know that?" "My sister went through something similar. Different circumstances, but... people always want to find the silver lining. Sometimes there isn't one." I study his face, seeing him clearly for maybe the first time. "You're not what I expected." "What did you expect?" "Someone who would run the other direction when things got complicated."

"Is friendship." "Friendship," she scoffs, staring at me in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me." "I'm led to believe that we've got a common foe... your sister." At the mention of the woman who's got my husband in her clutches, Marie perks up. Killian perks up as well. But he doesn't look angry like Marie. If anything, his eyes are curious. They glaze over with regret. "My sister," she shakes her head. "I don't think you realize how intensely I hate her. Whatever grievances you've got against her, it doesn't hold a candle to mine. I want to crush her for having me arrested. For making me—"

She added firmly, standing to face me. “What responsibility are we talking about her?” I asked with a smile, it all just seemed funny to me. “You’ll marry me.” She said shamelessly and I bursted out laughing. The laughter was to suppress my impending anger. “Oh please, stop being so fucking delusional,” I finally said, “I’m in love with someone else and that person isn’t you. I would never marry you.” I finished and I could see her eyes turn red in anger. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” She spat and I only shrugged as I put my hand in my pocket, “It’s so fucking disgusting that you shove your dick up your step sister’s pussy and you’re okay with it.” She added as she looked at me with disg