Romans & histoires My Little Sister Stole My Fiance

Stefan was my sister's kid but I had grown so attached to him that I regarded him as mine. Alex wasn't the only one who had asked if I was married because of Stefan, I had gotten those questions several times and it breaks my heart. Being reminded of how I lost my first girlfriend and fiancee was a pleasant experience at all. “You're not married?" She sounded like she doubted me. “Yeah, I’m not." Switching Stefan to my other arm, I said, “Actually, Stefan is my sister's kid but I had become so attached to him that I regard him as mine." I chuckled, watching as she nodded her head slowly.

"I've been cheating on you too. So now we're even." Silence. Complete, absolute silence. "What?" Marcus and Vivian spoke in unison. Isla's mind raced. What had she just said? But something in her refused to take it back. Refused to be the pathetic fiancée begging for explanations. "Oh yeah?" Vivian recovered first, her embarrassment shifting to something sharper. "And who exactly have you been sleeping with?" Isla's mind blanked. She needed a name. Someone Marcus would believe. Someone who would make this betrayal sting the way hers did. Someone he'd hate.

“That’s what you’re good at… denying. Just like how you deny of flirting to my fiancé. How dare you pulled that trick.” I wanted to laugh so loud as I watched Alison boil with anger, that’s just a small portion of anger I am feeling for stealing from me, I was just slowly reclaiming what was mine to begin with. Though Rowan was never in the picture I have envision but seeing Alison made me rethink my plans.

The day after the wedding, my phone blew up. Friends back home sent me a flood of screenshots. Noelle had posted a long statement on her social media, confessing to everything—forging the chat logs, faking the medical records, and seducing her own sister's fiance. She wrote, "My sister was too good to me. So good that I couldn't stand the thought of her marrying someone else. She could only ever belong to me. That's why I decided to take her man from her. That way, I would be the only one she ever cared about."

"Sylvia Hayes, you can't be serious!" My sister, Sylvia, stood up from the wooden stool, her expression firm and serious. "I'm not marrying Captain Zephyr Smith. His heart already belongs to someone else! Even if I marry into the Smith family, I might warm his bed, but I'll never win his heart!" Our dad slammed his hand on the table in anger. "We already accepted the engagement gifts and set the date, and word has already gone out to the whole community. How can you just back out now?!"

So when she started stealing my spotlight with my parents, going on dinners that I was not included on, attending family functions with them forgetting about me, I did not feel all that bad. After all this was her time to enjoy her parent's love. She could take everything I had with my parents and I would not care. But she took my man. My callous fiance that could not find the balls to tell me that he was now engaged to my sister and I had to find out about it through a blog post. My fiance that took my life and my dreams and shattered with in one go. I did not realize fresh tears were already sliding down my face until Tasha pulled out a white napkin, carefully dabbing my face with it.

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"

SKY POV Now you know how I ended up marrying my sister’s fiancée. For the next 5 days, I locked horns with my parents and the rest of the world over the idea of marrying Samantha’s fiancée. Not only was it disgustingly humiliating and revolting, but it was also a big insult to my late sister and everything she has worked hard on while she was still around. Although I was inclined to go down trying, I gave up eventually, because I was fighting a losing battle and I was not on the winning side.

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.