Romans & histoires Marrying My Sister's Murderer

I ran my fingers through my hair with a remorseful look on my face. "But you did," she said with accusing eyes. "I have no reason to stay in a marriage that only happened because of your selfish purpose. And besides, it's obvious you still have feelings for my sister that's why you are trying to make her jealous. Now that our marriage is officially over, you two can sort out your differences and be together again. I don't want to be an obstacle in your relationship, so goodbye, Estefan." She came closer and planted a soft kiss on my lip as tears rolled down my cheeks.

Before I could finish my sentence, Kimberly slapped me again. “Do you still refuse to admit that you’re his mistress? Lucas and I are getting married soon. Why else would you show up now if not to steal my man?” I tasted blood in my mouth, and my cheeks were red as well as swollen. “You’ve misunderstood. My brother and I aren’t in a relationship,” I explained. Her expression darkened, and she kicked me hard in the chest. “Brother? Drop the act, you little tart! You must have seduced him with that face of yours.”

"I always believed this was meant to end the pregnancy. Someone gave it to her, or put it somewhere she'd find it, hoping she'd lose you before you were even born. When that didn't work, I think someone made sure she didn't survive giving birth instead." The room tilted. "You think she was murdered." "I think," Greta said carefully, "that a servant girl carrying a child nobody wanted was a very convenient person to lose." I sat there with my dead mother's murder laid out on a kitchen table in a bottle and a twist of herb, and something inside me that had been breaking quietly for weeks suddenly stopped breaking and went very, very still instead. I thought of Marisol's hand cracking across my

“Don’t scream. Rage sent me.” Her blue eyes widened, and she nodded vigorously. When I removed my hand, she stepped back. “You know my brother?” “Yes,” I said. “I found him near death in the woods. Your boyfriend out there tried to have him killed.” “My fiancée would have never done that,” she snapped. Fiancée? My mouth dropped opened. “Are you serious? You’re going to marry that murderer?” She clenched her fists. “You don’t know him.”

He claimed to have loved her. Hated my very presence because it reminded me of her. Blinded me, threatened to kill me and then suddenly I was his beloved? I would never betray my sister. Or Thomas for that matter. He was the only man I loved. Would ever love. My mind moves back to my sister like a scratched recorder. He....he was the one who murderer Belle, he killed her....why? I hurried across the staircase, with no real destination confused and forlorn and on edge. As I hurried down the steps, I remember missing one before my vision went blank.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as my heels clicked wildly on the floor. I burst out of the building, gasping for air. The sky was bright, but to me, everything felt dark. I bent over, choking on my cries, my whole body trembling. I had just overheard the two people I loved the most in this world plotting to destroy me. My sister. My husband. They wanted me gone. They had set me up, drugged me, taken photos, lied to my face—and now… now they were planning the final step. I pressed a hand to my stomach, still unable to stop shaking.

Maybe my fear, maybe Cannon himself would kill me with his own hands. And suddenly I wanted to get my hand free from his hold. I tried for it as well only to get him tightening his grip. I looked at him. His eyes were staring at me confusedly. My mind stopped functioning, unable to give me any idea about what to do. He wasn't here to marry me. He loved Evana who betrayed him and I was also doing the same. He considered me as his friend but what was I doing! I cried out in mind. Yes, I loved him but I never wished to marry him like this. Only if I could change the situation!

Matteo and my mother drifted further and further until the distance between us felt permanent. Well, the last one could have been my fault. And somehow, despite all of that, I still managed to make the worst decisions imaginable. I went back to Dominic. He dumped me again. And now here I was, about to marry his brother. The man who had just murdered two people. The son of the same monster who ruined my life. Deep down, I knew he had a hand in my father’s death. And my sister's. I stared down at the blank page.

My mother would only shoot me an apologetic glance, but never come to my defense. Nobody did. It made me feel like I was a thief. Someone who snuck in, stole someone’s life, and was now just around because she couldn’t be thrown away. Even Anthony, whom I had married years before, was technically promised to her by the Möllers. Out of guilt, I tried to spend time getting to know her. My long-lost sister. Nat. When she was showered with love and praises, I joined in. I was just happy to have a sister.

Silvan’s emotionless face is definitely seared in my brain for life. My fingers tremble as I struggle with the realization that Diane was not lying. My husband is really a murderer. “Like I said, he was fourteen.” Diane seethes, grabbing the tablet and shoving it into her bag. “My sister was his step-mother, Mr. Montessori’s second wife. And he killed her, all because your father bought his wife another sports car. My sister died because of a friggin’ sports car!” Diane is screaming now,the harsh sound heightening my pounding headache.