Marrying My Sister's Murderer Novels & Stories

he said, his voice filled with sincerity. I never thought that a devil mafia boss like him could fall in love with a woman like me. Like he could just dispose of me at all because I didn't confess anything to him, because I was using him. But then, he's here right in front of me, confessing his feelings again. Oh, goddamn feelings. I'm confused. "I don't know what to do... you know why I married you because I want to find the killer of my sister. Then this marriage led to something unexpected: you... falling in love with me. When that was never part of the plan." I said softly.

“You are wrong. I don’t have any idea about your sister. I didn’t even know why you singled out Erica and what game you are playing. I didn’t have anything against you, but that wasn’t the case with you which came as a surprise to me.” “Of course, it wasn’t. She was my sister. The woman you kîlled right after you killed your boss to take his place to rule New Orleans! You killed my sister!” I roared, pain stabbing through me to think that I was standing here facing her killer but I couldn’t do anything to avenge her because I promised my wife. “And now you have the fucking nerve to pretend that you don't know anything. You sit there in your fucking home with your wife and kid when you ruined

"My parents died early, and my sister and I lived together. She is my only family in the world. Five years ago, she returned from studying abroad and worked for the Anderson’s Group as Blake's secretary. Later on, she gradually fell in love with this man. It was just a crush on her, it was originally harmless, but Blake expelled her instead. This matter had caused a huge commotion and no company dared to accept her, but a top student who had returned from studying abroad was like a rodent crossing the streets, she couldn't even find a job to live on. What's even more shameless is that Trevor took advantage of my sister's moment of disappointment and drank her up, tricked her. After that, my

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.

“Why don’t you want my father to marry your sister?” He glared at me. There was some intense pain and misery settled deep within his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me? Your father is an old hog. My sister has been through a lot. Her ex-husband was a monster who wanted to get rid of us. He stole millions from my family. He beat my sister and broke her bones. He locked her up in a cage like some kind of animal or his property instead of his wife. She had enough of pain and misery because she loved and trusted that asshole.” “Did you kill him?”

My eyes had flooded with tears; I couldn't help crying. I could be strong in front of outsiders, but I could not put on a brave face in front of my family. When Laura saw my older brother, she immediately laid the blame on me. "Your sister is talking nonsense, slandering my son and daughter-in-law, saying they are involved with each other. You'd better take her home and teach her a lesson!" she snapped. Before I could defend myself, Grayson hurried in. He ignored everyone and grabbed my hand, trying to pull me away. "Apologize to Scarlette—she slit her wrist and tried to kill herself," he demanded.

It's not been three years since their marriage, since I left home for a fresh start because I couldn't bear to see my sister with the man I have loved all my life. Mum and Dad summoned me back urgently. Apparently, Jenna has fertility issues, and she didn't want to use a surrogate; she wanted her blood sister, rather, to have sex with her husband and bear a child in her stead. Sure, the idea of that made my heart race, but at the same time, it wasn't right, and something seemed off. "Betty, I know it's difficult but I really need this." Jenna rubbed my hair from behind and I froze.

I would hate to have an insufferable mother-in-law. I still have unresolved trauma associated with the abrupt end of my relationship with Thorne, I never really got revenge on him for lying to me, and cheating on me. And not just that, now, I am supposed to marry his brother and be his sister-in-law? I paused. Everything sinking into me. Now that I’m thinking about it, maybe getting married to his brother might not be a bad idea. I could get my revenge by showing him what he is missing, the only problem was that he never really found me attractive to begin with.

“Well, I’m not. When you pushed me off the cliff and I woke up, I found myself in a hospital. The doctors told me I survived, a mysterious man helped me, but I never got to meet him." A short laugh left my mouth. “You think I would believe that? Why would I kill my own sister?” She stepped closer, her lips curling into a forced smile. “Because, Lorenzo, I loved you. You didn’t want to be trapped in a step-siblings situation, that’s why you chose to push me off the cliff.” My fingers twitched at my side. “I’m asking for the last time. Who are you?” She lifted her chin. “You know, Lorenzo. Is that what you want to do now? Act like you don’t recognize me because you’re scared of what happened b

Or at least it was supposed to be. But being forced to marry my sister’s fiancée only because it benefitted the business was something I never hoped for, lest bargained for. And right about now, I wanted nothing more than to just disappear into thin, leave without a trace and never come back. But it's not always we get what we hope for, it’s not always we get what we want. You are probably wondering why in the crazy America would I be marrying my sister’s fiancée. So let’s go a little back to where it all started, shall we?