Novel & Cerita Marrying My Sister's Murderer

I have never wanted anything as much as I want Elizabeth. Silence settled between us and my cock grew harder with every passing second. “You can't marry her. I wouldn't let you,” she finally spoke. I let out a dry laugh. “You think you can stop me from doing what I want? You must be delusional then.” She glared at me. “You killed someone. Not just anyone, but a priest. You're a murderer… a killer. You had a gun! My sister cannot marry such a man. She will not!”

The last thing that I see as I drop to the ground are the piercing blue eyes of Jason as he holds me still. Flash back ends.. The loud phone vibrates on the table as I wake up from the nightmare I have had since I got married to Jason last night. A painful reminder that I married my brother's murderer and I made a mistake. I pick the call relunctantly and answer my sister ,"hello, " "What's going on Anna? "she screeches like a banshee over the phone.

We only just met and I turned out to be who her sister said was her murderer. I give her hands a light squeeze before pulling away from her. I begin pacing the room, while running my fingers through my hair. Ruth thankfully said nothing. Just stood in the dining area watching us quietly. Turning back to face Jamari’s tearful eyes almost broke the control I had over my own spiraling emotions. It was at that moment that I decided that I didn’t know who had killed her sister but I would hunt them down and punish them in the worst imaginable way possible. And not because he was running around masquerading as the Demon King, but because he took something precious away from Jamari and in the proce

Although she didn't know what deal it was, she knew that with Liam, it meant success. “My sister got into a terrible accident a few years back. This accident is so terrible, it took a large part of her life away.” Nadine quickly nodded because she heard about this on the news. Liam sister was kept a secret for years because of the accident which put her in a coma.

In the second year after the war, I wrote my sister’s name on the military marriage permit my fiancé gave me. In my first life, I gave up my place at Westbridge University and married Daniel Whitmore after he returned from Europe. He spent our wedding night beside Clara’s sickbed. When the Army transferred him to Washington, he gave her the only Pullman berth and dependent travel pass. Even our son grew up believing Clara suited him better than I ever had. At fifty-three, I lay in a hospital while Daniel and our adult son asked me to sign divorce papers. They wanted me to free him for the woman he had loved too late. When I opened my eyes again, Daniel’s signed permit was in front of me, wit

"You must be joking." A minutes ago she had caught her fiancé in bed with her sister. Her heart still felt like shards of glass.. Now this stranger was asking her to marry him. Tonight had officially lost its mind. She turned away. She brushed the rain from her face. "I'm not in the mood for jokes " she muttered. "I'm not joking " he said. The quiet authority in his voice made her pause. She turned back. "Then you're insane. You don't even know me."

she says and I turn around to look at her, wanting to know more. "What happened to his sister?" I ask when she doesn't continue. " time flies by but it has to be six years by now. His sister was kidnapped and they say she was raped. He became furious and haunted her kidnapper down before torturing him for weeks until he ended his life. They say he was a madman when it came to the torture. No one knows what happened to the sister after. Since that event the Maffia men have strict laws, no woman or child can ever be harmed." she says.

I waited. "I have been thinking about what it means," she said, "to have had you here." She said it carefully, with the specific, unhurried attention she gave to things that required the full weight of the words rather than the quick, bright delivery she gave to most things. "Not for the pack or the territory or any of the external things. For me." She paused. "You came here and the pack had a silver wolf. Ethan had a mate. I had." She stopped. Looked at the window. "I had a sister," she said. "The kind you chose rather than the kind that arrives. And I want you to know that before tomorrow, while it is just us standing at this window, because tomorrow there will be the ceremony and the pack

A small, humorless smirk touched his lips. “You think it’s that simple?” My chest tightened. “It has to be,” I replied quickly. “There’s no other way.” “There’s always another way.” His tone was calm. Too calm. Like he had already thought about it. Like he had already decided. I shook my head. “No. Not this time.” I took a step back, putting more space between us. Between me and the problem. Between me and him. “You’re engaged to my sister, you would be married to her in less than a month” I continued, my voice steadier now, even though my heart was anything but steady. “Whatever happened that night shouldn’t have happened. It can’t happen again.”

Out of all the men in the world, the one I had hooked up with twelve hours ago was sitting across the table from me, sipping my father’s wine while discussing his engagement to my sister. Yes, My Sister! My chest tightened, and I felt my stomach drop. The fork in my hand trembled. I stole a quick glance at them. His fingers were entwined with hers, a half-smile resting on his lips. The same fingers that had left marks around my neck. The same lips that had swept across my whole body.