Novel & Cerita Mencintai Suami Kakak

“Dad, why are you ignoring me?! Don’t just sit there!” That was when Adam finally looked at her. His glare was sharp, heavy, enough to make Naomi flinch and shrink back a step. His voice came out cold, carrying the authority of a man who had long lost his patience. “Did I really raise you like that, Naomi?” His words struck harder than any shout could. “How dare you raise your voice at me.” He leaned forward, his coffee cup clinking against the saucer as he set it down with controlled force. “Did I ever teach you to take someone else’s husband and play the role of a mistress? And not just anyone’s husband but your own sister’s.” His voice deepened, each word punctured with disgust. “On top o

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.

It was a humiliating, frozen moment. We were husband and wife, but we might as well have been strangers. He had just tended to my sister with a tenderness I once believed belonged only to me, while I was being dragged away like an unwelcome intruder who didn’t belong in a place like this. I held my breath, waiting for him to say something—anything—to explain. Instead, he glanced past me at the waiter and said evenly, “This is my wife. Let her go.” The waiter stared, flustered.

“You said she, direct quote, ‘knew every passenger with an upside-down pineapple on their cabin door’ after that cruise.” “Yeah, and not because she liked fruit.” “Oh, I think there was probably some eating of—” “Don’t.” Scott held up a warning index finger. “What I’m saying is, you just got out of an engagement. I know what you’re like on the rebound. And she will decimate your heart. She’s brutal.” “I like that kind of confidence,” I needled him. “It’s sexy.” “I know you’re fucking with me,” he prefaced his statement, “but I’m serious. She’s my sister. I love her, and I would bust anyone’s face in a heartbeat if they hurt her. But it’s more likely you would get hurt.”

"At family dinners, she would smile at Ava and say, 'Look how gracefully your sister moves. Jasmine, you could learn from her.' Then she would turn to me with that concerned look. 'Men like Ryan do not usually stay with someone who... stands out so much. Be grateful, honey.' It was always dressed up as concern. Never outright mean, but it chipped away at me every time." Diana leaned back in the seat, shaking her head. "And you took it. Every time. Because that is who you are. The one who forgives and shrinks to keep the peace. But this? Your own sister sleeping with your man and carrying his kid? That is not something you just forgive."

I already decided to move on so it shouldn't bother me. “Keep telling yourself that, you're almost there,” my subconscious said with a heavy dose of sarcasm. It was right. I was trying to make myself feel better. Who am I kidding? I like Aaron to madness. I would say I'm insane, but again, didn't Autumn and Mordecai share the same relationship? Somehow, my older sister shared the same relationship with her husband before they later started dating. The same thing goes for my two cousin-brothers and Carla.

The mere thought of other women setting their eyes on Matthew made her uneasy. How much more her sister had a thing for her husband. Tenderly, Matthew wiped the tears flowing down Kirsten's face. “Matthew, you know that I love and value my relationship with my siblings, right?” How could they get along as sisters when the other one was eyeing her husband to be hers?

Cathelina Bright choked up and said: "On the contrary, I feel that your third sister in law is very happy to be able to meet a husband who loves her so much, and they grow old together...not like me..." "Second sister-in-law, don't cry,"Amy Waltson heard Cathelina Bright cry and his eyes were red. "My second elder brother loves you so much, so he certainly doesn't want to Ignore you. He is sick, otherwise, how could he leave so suddenly, don't be sad, otherwise the second elder brother will be sad even in the heaven."

, “What? No—you don’t have to. My father still is unaware of what happened my mother has asked me not to come. So its better if we don't —” “I don’t think I need advice,” he said coolly, stepping further into the kitchen, “from someone whose sister betrayed me.” His voice cut like glass. “And don’t think you’re some saint, Layla. Does your boyfriend know you married me? You did the same to him that your sister did to me.” The air froze between us. My lips parted, but no words came. Xavier’s eyes flickered with something unreadable—anger, maybe disappointment—before he turned away. “So go get dressed.”

my father said, going everywhere but the point. “So what do you want me to do?” I asked, dreading the response that I was going to get. My father looked at me like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world and I was an idiot for not being able to read it out of his mind. “This isn't your home anymore, return back to your husband and sort things out with him, if not then just get the hell out of our house!”