Is Sinner Married Novels & Stories

My palms clenched tight, my body fighting the urge to tremble. “A new girl,” a blonde whispered, and heads turned toward me. “Ooh, the Alpha snatcher,” someone called out, loud enough to pierce through the silence. Heat rushed to my face as every stare pinned me down. I bit the inside of my cheek, refusing to cry, forcing myself to keep my chin high. “Who betrays their own sister? Iconic Alpha snatcher! We all saw the video, your sister’s husband sucking your neck!” The words sliced through me. I wanted to scream, to tell them the truth, but my voice stayed trapped in my chest. How did that cursed video even reach here?

“Hello everyone! My name is Sienna Williams for those who weren’t here yesterday, and I go by Simona Middleton. I thank you all for coming and for your continued support for my craft. You are amazing, and I love you all.” People applauded as she sat down on her chair and started reading a part from her book. Meanwhile, I was practicing everything that I was going to say to her in my mind. The fact that last night when I found out that she was not married to this ‘Zac Blachard’ guy made me happy. My PI sent me all the information about her, and it turned out that Sienna and Zac were raising twins with no intentions to marry as yet.

“I need to tell you something, but it’s… a lot. You have to promise me you won’t judge.” Sophia tilted her head, her voice softening. “Amber, whatever it is, I’m not judging. Just talk to me.” Amber exhaled shakily. “Ryan and I… it’s not what it looks like. Our marriage—it’s not real. It’s a contract.” Sophia’s brows shot up. “A contract? What do you mean?”

his groan draws a gasp from Matthew and he swallows the sound, sucking the lip into his mouth, growling as Matthew’s hips grind up, smearing precum across his cassock. “You lied,” Khatri snarls against his lips, free hand shoving Matthew’s shirt up to claw at his chest. before Khatri went into seminary, he had sex once, but with a woman and he’d enjoyed the feeling of soft female tits in his hands so he knew without a doubt that he was straight before giving his life over to God. So right now, a part of him knew he probably should be freaked out about the obvious lack of boobs, but the feel of Matthew’s skin scorches him inside out and he realizes he doesn’t give a shit about it as long as i

"Hey, baby. I'm sorry about all of this." "You said you weren't married." I bit my lower lip, struggling not to break down completely. "Of course, I'm not." He sounded convincing. "Yes, we are, Fynn. W-we are married, you scumbag," Sabrina cried, cussing and making attempts to get off the floor. I met his eyes again, wanting to hear him deny it once again.

"You became mine the day I married you, so I can kiss you and touch you whenever and wherever I want." A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of him touching me. I stepped away from him, throwing daggers at him. "I don't care whether we are married or not. My body belongs to me and I have the right to decide what happens to it. So I'm going to make one thing clear to you, I will never let you touch me, not now, not ever. If you can't practice celibacy, I suggest we get a divorce so you can marry someone else. The last thing I want right now is a cheating husband." I threw him one last glare before I made my way into the car.

"The one my wife and I will be moving into after the wedding this evening?" James tossed a silver key ring across the room. I caught it effortlessly. "Are you even a little bit curious to see her?" James asked, shaking his head. "Your wife? Bro, you're actually getting married. D*mn. You're leaving me all alone in the single world." "It's five years," I replied coldly, sliding my silver Rolex onto my wrist. "She will be my wife just for show." Thirty minutes later, my cynicism faded into a blur of blinding camera flashes and low whispers.

I remember staring at her pale face, thinking it was my fault. Now here we are. And if she didn’t open her mouth and talk, if she kept pushing me with that stubborn silence—God knows I would have finger-fucked her right there just to break her pride. At least then she’d understand I’m not the kind of man who plays gentle games. Sooner or later, she will learn the truth about the man she married. My phone buzzed. My assistant’s name lit the screen and I answered immediately. “Sir, a few people in Chicago found out you’re married. Do you want me to die down the news?”

Forgetting Roby and loving Rahman are two tough tasks for me now, May Allah be able to forgive my sins, and provide a way for my heart to live a household with Rahman, to become a Sakinah, mawadah and warohmah household. "Sin, how can you move on?" "Honestly not yet, Ki, but I will live my household." "Has Adi forgiven you?" "Not yet Ki, still silent until now, Adi or Agung was the first person I married, but they said they weren't ready yet, or they thought my invitation was just a joke and only understood if it was serious recently." "Yes, love and soul mate will be matched earlier, right Sin." "Yes, that's right Ki, you and I are the same, surrounded by dozens of friends but intimate, but

“I’m talking about you, Sienna.” I started to laugh, but when I realized he wasn't joking, I stopped. “I like you, Sienna.” “I’m married,” I said, showing him the ring on my finger. A look of disappointment crossed his face. “Your husband is lu—” “Sienna Kelly Sterling.” I rolled my eyes and looked up to see Geral walking toward us. “Where’s Sebastian? ”