I Hate My Sisters Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

I get up from the table and leave my speechless mother and big sister sitting there with the latter staring daggers at my back. So many years apart and the first thing my sister does is trying to take my husband. I know its a contract marriage and Im the only one with hard-core feelings in play, but its the freaking principle! Im didn't leave my supposed soulmate at the altar to pursue a career abroad. I didn't try to steal my sister''s husband from her and get busted in the press. Although she probably called the press herself. According to my family, no press is the only kind of press that is a bad kind.

“Then let’s find you a wife. You own a strip club, for heaven’s sake. There are more women here than you could count.” “That would be an obvious farce,” I told her. She didn’t know the terms but she quickly caught on. “Heston has a sister…” “No.” She crossed her arms impatiently. “Then what the fuck do you want?” Anything but for Heston to gain leverage over me. He would have a field day poking fun at my predicament, then I would have to walk on eggshells around his sister for however long our marriage needed to last. I couldn’t tell Siren that. She would make it her mission to tell Heston everything she knew.

“Do you want another one, or should we talk about what just happened?” Chrissie looked away, embarrassed. “Do we have to?” “It would be a good idea. You insulted your husband--” “He’s not my--” Dena pinched her hard. “Ow!” Chrissie screamed. “What was that for?” “He is your husband, and you’d better get used to it,” her sister pointed out. Defeated, Chrissie rubbed her arm and frowned. “Yeah, I know...I know!” she repeated after seeing Dena’s jaw set with determination and her sister’s fingers moving toward the other arm. “I get it, sis.

I just wanted to be with him without letting reality ruin it. My hands cupped his face, trying to deepen the kiss even more, but iron fists encircled the soft flesh of my arms and pulled me away. Something was burning in his dark eyes as he glared down at me. “Listen. I’m not a good brother to Neil, and I really don’t fucking care. But I can’t ever touch you now that I know you will be his wife.”

It wasn't really late yet when we got home, we sat down and discussed about all my trip, the proposals and up to the up that a woman was hitting on me. I saw her expression changed, it never gets old. Beatrice has always been jealous from the beginning, if it was possible to beat my admirers she would. I smiled gently and told her “you know your husband, I immediately left there and told her straight that my wife would punish her if she continues. “Better, she said and smiled. I hugged her and pecked her. Let's play our favorite game, I suggested. It's been awhile. She jumped up and went to bring our favorite chess game, we loved it when we were younger and even now.

Her mother, however, ignored and questioned James, "Did you smack your sister?" "No, Mom. Why should I? Her husband was here and then she's angry with him," James teased and Lerisa blows up, "You just stop calling Anthony my husband. I don't have anything to do with him." "Calm down Lerisa. It's okay," Mrs. Antonia sighed, knowing any topic about Anthony makes Lerisa sad. "And James you need to respect your sister's feelings and stop referring to Anthony as her husband. Anthony isn't in love with your sister, so you should know that one-sided relationships hurt," Mrs. Antonia scolded James, who was a 30-year-old man.

“Just listen okay” I pushed the buttons of the elevator aggressively. Damn, I was raging with anger. I stepped into the elevator and turning around, I see Steve coming over quickly with the filthy woman behind him. It was then I realized, it was his fucking secretary, Sandra. I prayed silently admits my tears that the elevator doors close before he caught up to me and they did. Tears streamed down my face as flashbacks of the scene replayed in my head. My husband fucking another goddam woman in his office. Is this what he does whenever he says he has to work late? Pieces of me are torn as I wonder what I had done to receive this.

"Are you so shameless to claim a name that isn't yours? You badly want to be in the family, right?" I stared at her with a scrunched up expression. Did she just say I wanted to be in the family? Why would I choose to stay in a house with a bunch of psychopaths? "I'm not their sister, okay? I'm married to Diego, he is my husband," I pointed out, frustration creeping into my voice. "We got married just a week ago or thereabout." She continued staring at me, her countenance showed she wasn't even listening to me, like I was blabbing shits.

My heart jolted. “I just couldn’t admit it. I couldn’t accept that I’d fallen in love with the person I believed had ‘killed’ the woman I loved. I couldn’t face what felt like a betrayal of Evelyn, so I denied it. I forced myself away from you in the only way I knew how. I never knew I was wrong from the very beginning.” As I listened to his weeping, my heart ached. The truth had been within his reach so many times, but his hatred for me had hardened into a wall, blinding him.

His eyes searched my face, reading the space between my words, reading what I was not saying. "Is there someone else?" he asked. I held his gaze. "There cannot be." It was the truth, the truth he deserved to hear. There could not be someone else, not because I did not feel it. Not because I did not want it but ecause the someone else was not mine to want, was not mine to have, was my sister's husband and my Alpha and the man who had banished me from everything I had ever known. Marcus looked at me for a long time after I said it. His thumbs moved against my knuckles. His face was tired, sad, but not angry. He had never been angry. That was not who he was.