My Sister Wore My Engagement Ring Novels & Stories

We look at the ceiling as if it is the most fantastic thing we have ever seen. “You need to move on,” Jo says, and I take a deep breath. I know I do, but it hasn’t been that long since I caught Edward fucking my sister on my bed. I still can’t believe he did that to me. I look at my hand where my engagement ring used to be. I know my sister always blamed me for the childhood she had.

"She’s a celebrity. You’re giving me too much credit." Of course, we looked alike. Because she was my sister. … "I heard that during your illness, Miss Dawson stayed by your side without wavering. Are the two of you about to make it official?" My throat tightened as I looked at Liam on stage. He curved his lips slightly and raised his left hand, revealing a simple silver ring on his ring finger. It was the same one I bought years ago with my part-time earnings, just to cheer him up. For someone of his status, wearing such a cheap ring seemed completely out of place.

Her fingers spread just enough for the overhead lights to catch the diamond ring on her finger. “This,” she said sweetly, waving it in front of my face, “was given to me by Brother Vincent.” The word brother made my stomach twist. I didn’t lean closer. Didn’t squint. Didn’t give her the satisfaction of really looking. “If you don’t have anything meaningful to say to me,” I cut in, already stepping forward, “get lost.” Her eyes flashed with irritation. “Wait,” she said sharply, stepping directly into my path. “I hope you can attend our engagement party.”

Sometimes I heard the sound of his door open and my heart would flip, thinking he would come knocking, but he never did, and maybe for the best. If I should ever have any chance with Liam, I must cut all ties with his narcissistic brother. The following day went by quickly, and before I knew it, Wednesday night had come; it was the engagement party. I was wearing a blue, bodycon, high-neck gown that I had specially prepared for today. It stopped midway down my thighs with my upper back revealing. I moved around greeting the family members and receiving tons of compliments, as well as questions on my boyfriend's whereabouts.

I tilted my hand as the diamond reflected under the light of this beautiful hotel. "You don't belong here in the first place," I mumbled as I slowly but gently pulled out the ring. "Where is he?" I heard a voice from behind me. Turning around, I saw my younger sister marching towards me with that majestic aura that she always possessed right from when she was born... Unlike me. I clutched the ring in my hand angrily thinking back at my life. My memories in that house. She glared at me as she halted in front of me.

I exerted some force to make her stop hugging me without it being too noticeable to the others. "I did what I could. I see you've done what you could to ensure I don't forget a single detail of your wedding, right?" I said with a smile, gritting my teeth occasionally. She gave me a friendly squeeze on the arm. One I kept staring at, especially since she wore the engagement ring that was mine until this morning. So many false words of love were spoken by Andrew when he proposed to me with that ancestral piece. "That's my charm as the younger sister," she then took that same arm prisoner, and we walked closer to the others. "Let's entertain the guests. They were anxious for you to arrive."

I paced about the room, then my eyes caught sight of the wedding ring that Jace had worn on my twin sister's finger. I looked at the wedding ring and went to pick it up. "This ring?" I mumbled… "Did this ring really bring them closer? How can a mere wedding ceremony break my five years of relationship? No way!" I screamed aloud like a hysterical woman and threw the ring away. I went to pick up the diamond ring from the ground, and an idea popped into my head. 'Wear this ring. This was supposed to be my wedding ring with Jace and not my twin sister.'

She said. "What is it?" I asked her. "You will wear the engagement ring." She said. "Engagement ring?" "You lost yours in the accident. I am thinking someone must have stolen it along with your phone so I got you another ring." She said giving me a watery smile. "But..." "I agreed to not throwing an engagement party but you have to wear the ring. I won't back down on this one." She said. I sighed. "Fine," I said and I think I heard someone squeak or maybe it was a rat.

I tried to push him away but he maintained his tight grip on me. “Mom, we will be there in a minute,” he replied, still looking at me. “Okay come fast” aunt left us alone. My face was red like a tomato. He breathed heavily and released me but he kept his hands on my waist. We were standing in the middle of the hall when the uncle called for everyone's attention. My engagement ring was Zanvil’s grandmother's ring. Her last wish was that she wanted Zanvil’s bride to wear it. I fell in love when I first saw it. It was too beautiful and simply suited my taste. Aunt brought out the rings.

Isis smiled as I slipped the ring on her finger. The rose gold cluster marquise diamonds around a hexagon blue sandstone ring looked as good as I imagined on her finger. I stood up, pulling her into a kiss, suddenly aware of how public this was as I heard howls, whistles, and applause. We laughed, pulling back from the kiss to see everyone, except my mother, happily celebrating our engagement. I didn’t see Ceila at first, but then I saw the retreating back of her red jacket. I wouldn’t let her dampen my mood. I don’t need her. I have Isis, I have my sister, and I have my pack. And now I get to look forward to planning a wedding and making Isis my wife legally.