My Sister's Wedding Novels & Stories

Plus, she's the only unmarried woman here; even Lyon's kid was sporting a big ass rock on her finger from her fiancé. I started to panic when I thought about weddings and all that other sh*t that I knew nothing about and said as much to my brother. "Don't sweat it; your sister lives for that sh*t , remember. Come with me." I followed him back downstairs to his room this time, and he waited while I called Simon and gave him a quick rundown of what I wanted.

She died after giving birth to Emma. But nine years ago, I should have become David Smith's wife. Though we were the result of a family arranged marriage, we had known and loved each other long before. — Now it seems I was the only one who thought so. Before the wedding, a sudden change occurred. He married my sister Lily, and shortly after, she got pregnant, living the life that should have been mine. But after Lily died during childbirth, I was labeled as the "monster." Because of jealousy, I wanted to replace my sister. Unfortunately, David loved Lily deeply.

On the wedding day, my sister, Isabella De Luca, drugged me. She was going to steal my dress and marry my fiancé, the mafia heir Marco Moretti. Everyone was smiling at the happy couple on the altar. Everyone but me. I shot up from my seat in the back row. My voice tore through the sacred silence. "Stop! I object! This wedding is a sham!" Every head turned to face me. The bride, Isabella, went white. The groom, Marco, froze.

She should be afraid. "You think I wanted this?" My voice was quiet, deliberate, deadly—each word a promise of violence. "You think I married your sister for convenience? For image?" The truth clawed its way up my throat, raw and bleeding. I had fallen for Layla so completely, so devastatingly, that losing her felt like losing my ability to breathe. She had become my oxygen, my reason for existing, and now there was nothing but suffocating emptiness.

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."

Way 28:My Sister’s Husband Chapter 1: The Wedding Reception The wedding was beautiful. My older sister, Layla, looked radiant in her white gown as she married Karim — the man I had secretly wanted for the past two years. Karim was everything my sister’s previous boyfriends weren’t: tall, confident, successful, with a deep voice and intense dark eyes that always seemed to linger on me a little too long. I told myself it was nothing. Just imagination. But tonight, something felt different.

Selene stood up from her chair, her wedding dress rustling, and she looked at me with red rimmed eyes. "It's nothing bad," she said, and her voice was shaky but trying to sound reasonable. "She's going to be my sister-in-law eventually, right? Through the alliance with my brother? So what's wrong with her helping me out on my wedding day? Why is everyone making this into such a big deal?" I set my champagne glass down on the nearest table and took a step forward, my hands clenched at my sides, and when I spoke my voice came out cold and steady.

Seven days before my wedding, my younger sister got dumped. Crying, she smashed my rose bouquet and tore apart my rose-printed wedding invitations, saying that seeing roses made her fall apart. That very night, Mom canceled my wedding. “Your sister can’t handle any more emotional triggers right now. Put the wedding off for a while.” Dad transferred the money I had saved for our honeymoon to my sister and let her go on a trip to relax. My older brother tried to persuade me, too. “You can get married anytime. Your sister can’t be left alone right now.” Ever since we were children, they had always asked me to wait. My eighteenth birthday party was canceled because my sister couldn’t get the gem

In the Ferro family, every daughter received a black onyx ring before getting married. The stone was jet-black, with the Ferro family's signature F engraved in the center. My father said it wasn't jewelry. It was a Ferro family vow. As long as you wore it, the whole Ferro family would have your back, wherever marriage took you. My twin sister, Lucia Ferro, and I were getting married on the same day. But in the days leading up to the wedding, my father brought out only one velvet ring box. Lucia held out her hand in delight as our relatives raised their glasses. I stared at my bare ring finger, then turned to my mother. "Where's mine?" My mother, Margaret Ferro, avoided my eyes and pretended

I opened the car, dropping my files on the chair. “Wait Ariel.” I turned, closing the door, to face them. At that instant, I took in more of their flashy appearance. They looked as if they spent a fortune on themselves. “Your sister's wedding is tomorrow and I would like you to attend.” I glanced from mother to daughter and was certain they were speaking the truth. “I am not interested in attending.” I waved it off, wanting to leave as soon as possible. “You have to attend. It is a must.” She was getting furious, as she stated firmly.