روايات وقصص ضمن Is Murr Married To Sal's Sister

AURORA'S POV “I’m going to kill my brother,” Sandy announced. She stood in the middle of Annabelle’s studio, holding her baby bump. My sister, Ariella, and I were curled up on the couch under a big blanket, drinking wine from huge glasses. I had called the girls for an emergency meeting right after I left my house. My husband’s house. Our marriage wasn’t real, and neither was our partnership. Right now, both felt like they might not survive the newest problem.

I asked, though part of me already knew I wouldn't like the answer. "His sister's death." Miguel's voice dropped to a whisper. "Maria Moreno. Beautiful girl, engaged to be married. She died of a broken heart after her fiancé was murdered." My blood turned to ice. It warmed up when a familiar green eyes flashed across my mind again. I became agitated. Here I am, trying to have dinner with mt fiancee and Alastair keeps interrupting with his pretty face and his pretty eyes. And his very sturdy body. My mouth watered a little before I remembered where I was.

“Is Rhea… related to Vanessa?” Our eyes locked. “Yes.” A beat of silence. “Are they cousins?” “No.” “Darnell…” He inhaled sharply. “So what are they?” “They’re sisters.” Maurice’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping. “Close your mouth,” I said. “Your breath stinks.” He let go of me and dragged a hand down his face. “You’re joking, right?” “It actually does,” I replied dryly. “You’re cheating on Vanessa… with her own sister?” His voice rose.

Ava's Pov "Miss Ava Sterling," the pastor said, turning toward me. "Do you take Ethan Van Horn as your lawfully wedded husband?" The question hangs in the air like a weight pressing against my chest. For a moment I cannot breathe. I can't imagine in my life that a day will come when I would be getting married to my sister's fiancee, what a big betrayal from me. Hundreds of eyes are watching me. I can feel them even though I refuse to look at the crowd. Powerful families,Influential business partners,Socialites who thrive on whispers and scandals.

“You sure? I mean… are you okay with everything? With me and GreenLee? I know this was your idea, but still—she’s your little girl.” Sal sighs. “Yes, Luca. I’m sure. You’re a good man. I know you’ll take care of her.” “I will. Honestly, I never thought I’d get married. But with GreenLee… it’s like one of those stupid romance movies.” “I get it,” Sal says, smiling sadly. “I felt the same way with my wife.” I pat his back and head upstairs. I knock on her office door. No answer. It’s unlocked. I step in and hear the shower running. I lean on the bathroom doorframe.

"Dad, I've wanted you to get rid of this woman for ages! I hate her! I like Millie more. She's a million times better than the murderer who killed my mom!" Millie put a theatrical hand to his mouth. "Goodness, Luca, you shouldn't say such things..." "Let him speak," I said, looking at Horton. "Since you and Luca both like Millie so much, why not make her the new Mrs. Falcone? The timing is perfect. Our contract is over." Horton's brow furrowed into a deep knot. He ordered the butler to take Luca back to his room. "Who do you think you're talking to? Are you that eager to push me onto another woman?"

I nodded, smiling back on her. " Great, so we have a deal." Marrisa took a tray and moved towards the door. " Maybe you should not tell my brother I was here today. He would be mad at ne." I glanced at her, confused. " Your brother? No worries, I doubt I have met him anyway." Marrisa looked at me, and laughed again, confusing me even more. " You are so funny. Honey, I am Liam's sister. See you at the dinner tomorrow." With those words, she left room, leaving me completely dumbfounded, wondering what had just happened.

he murmured, his gaze unsettling. “Oh, Kristie Grant,” a woman interjected, stepping forward. “What’s happening with Petals Tower? I heard it’s a disaster. O. Gray will definitely win the takeover.” I clenched my fists. These wealthy elites always loved to poke their noses where they didn’t belong. “Kristie Tristan!” Monsieur King’s voice was sharp, his expression darkening. “Yes, Monsieur King,” The woman smirked. “Kristie here had long been married to her half-sister’s husband. She’s now Kristie Grant.” She turned to me with feigned concern. “Have you heard from Tilda lately?”

So what could be the reason of him agreeing to marry that same Salene now? She remembered that while she was married to Adrian in her first life, Salene married a billionaire from America but he died misteriously, and it was later know that Salene killed him. And this means the two murderers deserved each other. She picked up her phone that was laying on the cushion beside her, And dialled Qian's contact number. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Maybe it was time to start writing that story. It rang three times before the call was picked up.

Sitting on their table like I was part of their family as the food was served. “So how did you two meet,” Ethan’s sister asked another question for what felt like the hundredth time. I pressed my lips tighter, wanting so badly to correct her. She spoke as if Tyler never told her I was married. Or did she think I was Tyler’s girlfriend? What if she really had no idea that I was indeed married? The realization choked me. My lips parted to answer only to be stopped by Tyler’s hands which moved to push a hair framing my face behind my ear.