My Little Sister Stole My Fiance Novelas e Histórias

There was only one person that did not want the wedding and would go this far to ensure it happened so. “Who sent you to kidnap me?” He waited and then slowly, he replied: “Lionel Williams.” I fell to the ground quietly wishing what I heard wasn’t true. Lionel was desperate; he was crazy… but this? I could never have imagined Lionel would go this far. How dare he use my sister to lure me into a trap to take me away from his own wedding?

“Miss Walter, please calm down and say something!” I cried so hard that I looked like I would break down at any time. I replied, “Yes, Evan has already broken up with me. He says he loves my sister, not me! My fiance abandons me for my sister. However, I will still give birth to the baby in my belly. I wish Evan and my sister a happy life.” Anya’s POV: Tina’s words immediately became breaking news in X city. Soon, all the news on the Internet was talking about how I stole Evan from my sister.

“But I saw you instead of her. You bewitched me, so instead of stealing Lianne from him, I focused on you." What? “Why are you planning to steal Lianne from him? You like my sister?" I couldn’t hide the bitterness in my voice. How can he do that to me? “Stop being jealous, love.” "I'm not jealous," I said but he just smirked at me, as if he was pleased with my reaction and he did not believe that I’m not jealous. "Alright. So I saw you first and, as I told you, I lost my intention with Lianne, and to answer your question, I don't like your sister."

She said surprising me. "Look, I didn't drive all the way to hear such shit, once a person buys shares then it can't be undone, I admit I despise him a lot, only because he stole from me." I answered. "Stole?" She asked. "Yes." I answered as she laughed. "He stole my Bride on my wedding day and married her." I said as her laughter stopped. "Excuse me!" She yelled. "You heard me, I was about to get married to Stacey Miers. Who I assume you know, but your brother badged in uninvited and knocked me unconscious then stole my wife from me." I said seriously.

She gazed at him and said, "I want to and you said you're my friend for this moment. I really need to talk to someone." He nodded at her and she continued, "I liked a boy, he was quite older than me, he was 20. He was our neighbour and he was in college already. My sister liked him too but I didn't know. A naive sixteen year old me told my older sister to help me ask him out since she was a lot closer to him. She agreed, even encouraged me. The next day, the d-day, she was supposed to lead him to our garden and then I'd come in and..." She let out a sigh, "But when I walked in, I met the both of them kissing and when I called them out, they announced that they were in love and they were now

"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.