Marrying My Sister's Murderer Novels & Stories

“You can’t. You’re my husband now. You’re a part of this.” “I don’t want this!” “Neither did she,” I say quietly. “Neither did Camilla.” “Camilla?” The name hangs in the air between us. He’s heard it before in court testimonies, in news reports. The woman I supposedly killed. His face pales. “Your sister?” “Yes.” “The one you murdered?” “I would never.” “The facts were there. Same as my Dad’s,” he storms to me, grabs my face. “She’s the one you’re willing to burn the world for?”

Unlike a certain asshole who took advantage of me, sent me to the operating table, and shamelessly used my inheritance to marry someone else. Just thinking about how hard I worked for those pathetic bonuses, only for that jerk to use them to buy his sister a wedding dress, made me so mad I could've thrown my files at my boss' head.

Instead, he pulled the gun away and took a few steps backwards. My eyes snapped open, tears glistening in them. “I’m not killing you, Alma. At least not before our wedding,” he muttered, his intense gaze fixed on me. “I don’t know whatever you think, but I am not marrying my sister’s murderer. So, it is better you kill me now. Or else…” I took a step closer to him, hatred filling my chest, “I promise you, Lazzaro, I will get back at you for what you did to Zita. I will make sure you do not get away with it.”

She said, her smile was becoming more sinister. Jack’s jaw almost hit the floor. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Come on, Mr. Clark, are you going to pretend as if you don’t know that your wife is a murderer. She killed her sister in cold blood. She is all over the news and a disgrace. She is a threat to Asher’s future, and we can’t have that,” she commented, her voice becoming more desperate.

she snapped, i could see the exact moment she began to think about why she’d done all of this. “That’s nothing new” he murdered all the time. Except it had been someone close to her. Someone dear. “He murdered your loved one” my voice was barely above a whisper. “She was my fucking sister. She didn’t deserve to die that way. All she wanted was a chance to experience life. Fall in love and be happy with her mate. But she loved the wrong man. The wrongest fucking man and he murdered her. Like she was a fucking animal” The man beside her held her tightly, but that wasn’t enough to contain her rage.

“Oh, so you go way back. No wonder you’re defending him. Maybe there was already something going on between you two. Were you already involved before he married my sister?” I could not hold back anymore. I stepped forward and slapped her, then sneered. “There was already something going on? What happened between your sister and me is none of your business. Who do you think you are? Yesterday, Wendy came to me in a dream. She said she was sorry and told me to find someone better. She also said you are ungrateful and told me to stay away from you.” “That is impossible! That is all fake!” Her face turned pale, but with every sentence I invoked the dead, she had no way to argue.

My father's lawyer picked up the certificate and examined it carefully. "I'm afraid that won't be possible, Mrs. Reed. This is a legitimate marriage certificate from the registry office in Seattle. Filed and processed according to state law. Verified." "Then she paid someone." Veronica stood, the desperation was morphing into fury. "This is exactly the kind of thing she would do. A fake marriage to some, what? a gold digger? Someone's nephew? Some desperate man willing to, " "The groom is Zane Della-Ross." Hartwell's voice was quiet.

She stood at his side like the wife. And I was the outsider in my own marriage. Samantha noticed the change in my eyes. She drew in a slow breath. “I want to know what they’re talking about,” she said. “That man isn’t on the list either. Why is he here?” “He isn’t,” I replied. “Your family’s up to something. My uncle and your brother probably planned this. First he brings his mistress when we agreed he wouldn’t. Then Dylan Welterton shows up without your knowledge. I don’t like this.”

A woman was being resuscitated inside a patient's ward. My older sister, Yvonne Jones, was crying hysterically as she begged the doctor to save the woman. I was the only one who was aware that Yvonne was the real murderer. Yvonne was kneeling on the ground as she begged the doctor who was trying to save the woman, "I'm begging both of you to save her. Winona is my best friend!" Everyone inside the ward was touched by their friendship and tried to comfort her.

On the wedding day, my sister, Isabella De Luca, drugged me. She was going to steal my dress and marry my fiancé, the mafia heir Marco Moretti. Everyone was smiling at the happy couple on the altar. Everyone but me. I shot up from my seat in the back row. My voice tore through the sacred silence. "Stop! I object! This wedding is a sham!" Every head turned to face me. The bride, Isabella, went white. The groom, Marco, froze.