My Sister's Wedding Novels & Stories

Sienna: “You look beautiful.” Mom said, walking toward me. She walked toward me as one of the maids was tending to my zipper, zipping it for me. One of the stylists helped me fix my makeup, and I nodded at them to stop before I turned to face my mother. “Thank you for coming to the wedding.” She said, looking me in the eye. “I am his sister. It is only natural for me to be at the wedding.” I said, and she nodded.

Standing at the entrance of the grand hall, I nervously surveyed the hundreds of guests who had gathered to celebrate my wedding to King Alexander. My heart pounded in my chest as all eyes turned towards me, and my hands trembled with anxiety. As I walked down the aisle, memories of my sister’s funeral flooded my mind, causing a lump to form in my throat. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Alexander. I could feel his cold gaze on me, a stark contrast to the warmth and love I had always hoped for in a partner. I focused on my breathing, trying my hardest not to mess this up and fall on my face. my sister’s dress was tight, and it was hard to breathe in the smell of her perfume still lingering

I would have been shipped off already to some random school for werewolf delinquents hadn’t it been for Valerie’s sheer determination to have me attend the wedding. But only for the ceremony. By the time the cake was cut, I would be long gone and a ghost of a memory. I caught a light scent of vanilla as my sister floated past, her eyes flicking briefly toward me, and a soft smile crept onto her lips. I nodded, offering her a reassuring smile. When she faced her attention to her soon-to-be-husband, I sucked in a sob. I will not cry. The ceremony dragged on forever. Raymond’s wedding vowels took up half of it, of how beautiful he deemed my sister and how he had fallen for her the day he’d met

I can feel sparks between them. "Have some rest, it's going to be a tiring day for you. The wedding is in the evening. I'll send you a dress for today's event. It's your big day. And you have to look pretty. I have already prepared everything for you. Just be confident. And don't hesitate to come to me if you need something. I'll always be there for you." She pulled me into a hug. "Thank you for everything. I never had a sibling. And I badly wanted a sister. I think the Goddess had listened to my prayers and sent you as my little sister." We pulled away and smiled.

Evelyn raised her brows slightly, glancing at my ring with complete indifference. “Married? To who? Some middle-aged woman? Look at how shabby you are. That ring has to be from the bargain bin at a dollar store. What? You think flashing it will jog my memory?” Before I could react, she shot up from the couch and yanked the ring off my finger. I was exhausted from days of work and didn’t manage to dodge in time. Cole stepped forward, examining the ring closely before bursting into laughter. “Evelyn, doesn’t this look just like the rings of Eternal Hearts your sister bid on in France three years ago? Don’t tell me the wife Jace’s talking about is your sister, Valerie Gates?”

Charlotte passed them without thinking—until one word stopped her in her tracks. A name. "It's going to be the wedding of the year!" one of the women gushed. "Of course it is! Have you seen how gorgeous the two of them are?" "And she's been glowing lately. Though with families like that, scandal's basically tradition. I heard her sister isn't even going to the wedding." "Better that way," the other one muttered. "That little sister wasn't exactly a prize. Honestly, it's good Carly won't have to compete with anyone on her big day—even her own sister. Don't forget, she's marrying Blake Baldwin."

“sister, what are you talking about? What’s going on?” A cold, hard knot formed in my stomach. The world tilted on its axis. The loud music, the chattering guests, the opulent hall it all receded into a distant hum. My ears, however, were suddenly ringing with the echo of his words. “My sister’s wedding.”

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

"You hit me?" I let out a cold, mocking smile and said nothing. I raised my hand again. Before it could fall, someone grabbed my wrist. Lillian's face was cold and tense. "Silas, you've gone too far. You skipped our wedding and made me a laughingstock. And now you're hitting your own sister?" I looked at the woman I had grown up with. My chest tightened. I was about to explain myself–when Liam suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me.

Powerful families,Influential business partners,Socialites who thrive on whispers and scandals. Every single one of them is waiting for my answer. My fingers tighten slightly around the bouquet in my hands. The white roses tremble, betraying the calm expression I am desperately trying to maintain. This wedding should never have happened. Yet here I am. Standing at the altar inside one of the most beautiful cathedrals in Manhattan, dressed in a gown that probably cost more than my first car, about to marry the most powerful man in the room. Ethan Van Horn. The man who was supposed to marry my sister.