My Fiance Is In Love With My Sister

“โอ๊ย! แทงเบาๆ สิวะ” ฉันหยุดขาไว้เพื่อที่จะเงี่ยหูฟังบทสนทนา “ไอ้ห่า! แทงทีละนิดมันจะไปเสร็จอะไร เนี่ยแบบนี้แหละดีแล้ว แทงครั้งเดียวมิดเลย เจ็บ แสบดีมั้ยล่ะ ฮ่าๆ” ทั้งสองเสียงที่คุยกันดันเป็นเสียง... ผู้ชาย ทั้งสถานการณ์และสถานที่เกิดเหตุมันชวนให้ฉันเข้าใจผิดคิดว่าทั้งคู่เป็นมนุษย์สายเหลืองที่กินกันเอง จนมาวันนี้ ผู้ชายคนนั้นกลับมาปรากฏตัวต่อหน้าฉันในอีกครั้งในอีกสถานะ “ขอโทษครับ ช้าไปหน่อยพอดีคนรอคิวเยอะ” เสียงทุ้มฟังแล้วคุ้นหูดังขึ้น ทำให้พวกเราห้าคนที่นั่งอยู่ที่โต๊ะหันกลับไปมอง เฮ้ย! นั่นมัน... ตาฉันเบิกกว้างอัตโนมัติ เมื่อเห็นหน้าเจ้าของเสียงเมื่อกี้เต็มๆ สองตา “นี่มัน... ไอ้สายเหลืองนี่” ฉันเรียกคู่กรณีครั้งก่อนเสียงลั่น “เมื่อกี้หนูเพลย์เรียกพี่เขาว่าอะไร...” เสียงผู้หญิงที่มากับลุงพงษ์ถามฉันขึ้น แต่ยังไม่ทันที่ท่านจะพูดจบใครบางคนที่ไร้มารยาทก็พูดแทรกขึ้นมาซะก่อน “อย่าบอกนะ... จะให้ผมแต่งกับยัยขี้มโนนี่” เรื่องราววุ่นวายจึงได้เริ่มต้นขึ้น ณ ตอนนั้น จากคู่ปรับ กลายเป็นว่าที่คู่หมั้น ฉันจะสามารถเปลี่ยนเกย์ให้แมนได้หรือไม่

The Don of the Falcieri family was assassinated by a rival family, leaving behind his widowed wife, Livia. His younger brother, my husband Caius, took his place as Don. With the title came a duty: to secure the Falcieri bloodline by putting a child in his brother's widow. "Alessia's been barren for years. It falls to Livia to do what she couldn't. The Falcieri family cannot be without an heir." The Madre's voice dripped with scorn. Caius held me close, whispering promises. "As soon as Livia is pregnant, I swear I'll never touch her again." "Alessia, you're the only one I love." Three months, and he hasn't set foot in our bedroom. After he ignored me in front of everyone, choosing Livia time and time again, I finally left. I took what was mine and left one thing behind: a DNA test. It was my final gift to Caius.

My sister-in-law finally became pregnant at fifty. But the family parrot, Pip, suddenly said, “Abort it. Abort it.” Hearing this, I immediately forced my sister-in-law to go to the hospital to get an abortion. My brother and parents desperately stopped me. They shouted, “Have you gone mad? Do you trust an animal’s words?” I nodded and answered firmly, “Yes. I believe everything Pip says.”

Everyone in Logan Bradshaw's social circle knows he dotes on me endlessly. He turns down the marriage his family has arranged for him for my sake. His love for me remains unchanged for three years. However, things change during his bachelor party before our wedding. His true love asks, "Will you leave with me if I crash your wedding?" He says seriously, "I will." I hold back my tears and text my wealthy best friend. "Can you take me away from here in the shortest time possible?" She arrives seven minutes later. Her car's tires are practically on fire because of how fast she drove. "I told you you should've married a rich guy and enjoyed the good life! "You totally deserve it, with your looks and personality! My brother is as handsome as they come, and my father still has it going. Pick one!"

After five years of marriage, the doctor told me I was pregnant. It was something I had waited for so long. Yet, along with that good news came a nightmare. My medical tests showed that I had cancer, and it had already spread. The doctor gave me less than a month to live. I froze, gripping the report so tightly my knuckles turned white. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about how my unborn child would never get to feel a mother's embrace. My grief was interrupted by the ping of an incoming text message. It was from Mom. [Since you're so selfish and refuse to donate a kidney to save Nattie's life, you should divorce Davon. Let him marry Nattie instead. At least that way, you can fulfill her dying wish.] My tears fell harder. It was not that I refused to donate a kidney to Natalie Rivera, my sister, who was in the final stages of kidney disease. In truth, I only had one kidney left. Five years ago, I had already given one to Dad. Now, with my life counting down to its final days, I decided that I would donate my remaining kidney to Natalie. I would also let my husband, Davon Parker, go with her. Before I went into surgery, my parents praised me for finally being thoughtful, saying I had finally learned to care about my sister. They said that once the surgery was over, the whole family would go on vacation together. Davon even said he was proud that I was no longer selfish and promised he would make it up to me in the future. None of them knew I did not have a future. After the surgery, what would be pushed out of the operating room would be a cold, lifeless body.

After I get pregnant, my husband goes jogging every night. One night, he leaves in such a hurry that he only wears his smart watch. He forgets to bring his phone with him. I accidentally see the messages he sends his female colleague. "Want to come over for a free meal? And maybe… a little of me, too?" "I'm not really hungry tonight—except for a taste of you." The chicken stew he's fed me tonight gurgles in my stomach as it turns. If I remember correctly, he's just introduced this colleague to my brother.

Difficult to get along with the in-laws, constant arguments with the only brother-in-law, worsened by the man labeled as her husband... it's like having your head detached while your toes are being tickled, making Samanta Kiehl constantly cultivate patience. Until her sincere love is rewarded with a divorce letter. Her question always spins in her head. Is this luck or misfortune for her? But Samanta remains Samanta. She lets it all resonate in her life. She believes that payback will come. Someday, there will be a life and a new man whom she will tread with tranquility. But when? Isn't human patience supposed to have its limits?

Simula nang mamatay ang ama ni Vanessa, nagkandaletse-letse na ang buhay niya. Pinabayaan siya ng kaniyang malupit na stepmother—inalipusta at itinuring na walang halaga. Sa bawat araw nang pang-aapi, natuto siyang maging matatag… hanggang sa dumating ang lalaking magpapayanig sa tahimik niyang puso. Si Hector—ang bagong asawa ng kaniyang stepmother. Apatnapung taong gulang, guwapo, mayaman, at puno ng karismang hindi niya kayang balewalain. Sa unang titig pa lang, may kung anong kumislot sa dibdib ni Vanessa—isang damdaming alam niyang bawal ngunit hindi niya mapigilan. Ngunit sa likod ng marangyang buhay na hatid ni Hector, nagtatago ang isang pusong sugatan—isang lalaking unti-unting napagod sa malamig na pagtrato ng asawa. At sa pagitan ng mga nakaw na tingin, unti-unting nabubuo ang koneksyong hindi dapat umusbong. Ngayon, nasa pagitan si Vanessa ng tukso at takot. Pipiliin ba niya ang lalaking pinagbabawal ng mundo? O mas gugustuhin na lamang niyang manahimik upang hindi masangkot sa anumang gulo?

My husband's true love sets my home on fire when she learns I'm pregnant. She wants me to burn to death. I don't cry for help. Instead, I drag my unconscious mother-in-law to her feet and try to get us to safety. In my past life, I screamed for help while trapped in the flames. My husband came to save his mother and me. His true love wanted to prove that she was more important than me, so she ran back into the fire. She later died due to severe burns. After her death, my husband said she deserved it for being an arsonist. He treated me with the utmost love and care. But after my child's birth, he sacrificed her at his true love's grave. "The love of my life is dead because of you and your mother! You can repent for your sins in hell!" I die with him in a moment of despair. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back in the sea of flames.

Alpha Ethan's first love, Sarah, died unexpectedly just days before their marking ceremony. His grief was so profound, it sent shockwaves through the entire Duskrend pack. I spent my youth walking beside him, helping him crawl out of that darkness. And finally, when he was ready to love again, he chose to mark me. In the first two years after he marked me, I got pregnant twice. Both times ended in miscarriage. Ethan, heart aching, told me he couldn't bear to see me suffer through childbirth again. That he didn't want me to endure that kind of pain anymore. But in the third year, I conceived again. On the way to see the pack healer for a routine checkup, I was attacked by a wild beast. My wolf, desperate to protect me, burned through most of her life force holding the creature off. Ethan arrived just in time and carried me to the pack hospital himself. But the healer shook his head. We had lost too much time. The pup couldn't be saved. Worse, my ability to bear pups would be permanently damaged because my wolf was too injured to ever carry life again. My mother clung to me, sobbing. Ethan stood in the corner and smiled. "Joy just can't have pups anymore," he said. "But Sarah—Sarah lost her life because of people like you." Then he looked at my mother, his voice edged with contempt. "You were the one who forced Sarah to abort. You watched her—an Omega without a wolf—scream herself to death. So now, your daughter shall feel that pain too." Five years after severing our mate bond, Ethan had become the most powerful Lycan Chairman the region had ever seen—courted, admired, endlessly celebrated. And me? I was working at an underground club. I was dressed in scraps of fabric, smiling until my cheeks ached, bowing and pouring drinks for whoever walked into the VIP room. There shouldn't have been any reason for our paths to cross again. But Ethan held me tight, eyes red and refusing to let go— “Say it,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Call me your mate.”