My Sister And I Swapped Husbands. Novels & Stories

On their fourth anniversary, Katya Volkov waits for a husband who never comes home. Then she discovers the truth: Dimitri Orlov has been living a secret life with his widowed sister-in-law. Heartbroken, Katya signs the divorce papers, only to find Dimitri refusing to let her go. Then Roman Dashkov enters her life, offering the one thing Dimitri never did: a reason to believe in love again. But Dimitri isn't ready to lose his wife. And when jealousy turns into obsession, Katya may discover that walking away from the man she loved is only the beginning of the war.

I flash a controlled smile, keeping my fangs in check, but they still stare at me warily. “Hello!” I say friendly. “Who are you?” one asks. “Eros. I’m your sister’s husband.” “Husband?” the other asks, stunned by what I just said. “She wasn’t supposed to get married—just go there and come back home.” “But we changed the plans, and she married me. She’s a princess now and the future queen. She’s an incredible female, don’t you think?” “Yeah, our sister is great,” the first one says, still suspicious.

She paused and swallowed a lump of saliva that was in her throat. "It grew to the point that I was already in a relationship with him, but I had begun to fall for my husband and his kindness. So one day he came to me that he had figured out a way for us to see and be seen as usual. He told me that he had decided to marry my sister so we could see. People would see us as in-laws and not flag any card," she paused and glared at Alpha Alex, hoping she could get any reaction from him, but again he had taken the indifferent composure, and there was nothing you could tell from his face, one couldn't even tell if indeed he is angry about all these.

My husband and my step-sister were having a threesome! My heart started pounding, loud and erratic, like I was about to faint.

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

Yet Clara had just sent me a picture—a cute, sickening picture—of my husband happily kissing the very woman he had once claimed was his younger sister. The photo carried a timestamp showing the exact time and location. It was real. There was no denying it. They were in Hawaii, on a beach, laughing, kissing, and having the time of their lives… while he had made me believe he was away on business. Without saying a word, I saved the picture and posted it straight to I*******m, captioning it: "Congratulations to my sister-in-law… on finally becoming the official wife.” Then I turned off my phone and went to bed.

[I've been reborn? Hahaha! This time, Kayla's stroke of fortune will be mine!] Gleeful cackles seemed to ring in my ears. I opened my eyes in a daze and found myself back at the familiar orphanage. Clarissa Smith, my sister who'd stabbed me to death in my previous life, was eyeing me with a sly grin. [This time around, you can spend your life in an academic hellhole, Kayla, while I enjoy having more money than I could ever spend without having to lift a finger.]

I walked back toward the main hall, my heart pounding harder with every step. And then I saw her. My sister. Standing in the center of the room. She was smiling, happy and I was going towards her and almost immediately I froze! Because she wasn’t alone anymore, Her hand was wrapped around his arm. And this time… I could see his face clearly. My heart stopped. My breath caught. My entire world came trembling. Because the man I had just left in that room… Was her fiancé.

"But enough about that disaster. I wanted to finalise the partnership proposal in more detail. Do you have a few minutes?" And just like that, I was back to playing my role, discussing business opportunities and investment potentials while across the room, my sister dealt with her furious husband and his cake-covered almost-mistress. This was either going to be the best family story we ever told, or the scandal that destroyed everything. Possibly both.

She nodded slightly, then surprised me by patting the spot beside her on the bed. I blinked. “You’re talking to me?” She nodded, eyes serious. “Yes.” I scoffed. Brave girl. I crossed the room and sat beside her. Not too close, not too far. I could feel the tension radiating off her. And then, finally, she began. “On the night of my bonding ceremony… I was switched with my younger sister,” she said. Her voice cracked, but she didn’t stop. “My mate bonded with her. Not me.”