My Sister Wore My Engagement Ring Novels & Stories

She cast a pointed glance at Iris’s hand, ensuring all eyes were drawn to the modest diamond. “It’s not a promise ring! It’s my engagement ring!” Iris snapped, her voice shaking slightly as the scornful stares of the guests pressed in on her. “Oh.” Autumn’s tone was dripping with false sympathy. “My engagement ring was bigger than that. Perhaps your wedding ring will be… an improvement.” She finally allowed herself to take in the full view of her sister, whose face was now reddening with fury. “Watch your tongue, Autumn,” Iris muttered, folding her arms tightly as she glared.

"I couldn't find a way to tell you the truth and things got out of hand." I realized I was still wearing the engagement ring, so I took it off and held it between my fingers. "So, who is this ring for?" "For Sophie, I want to marry her." I felt my body start to tremble with helplessness. The man I had loved the most in my life was going to marry my sister. I don't know if I could bear so much pain and humiliation, so I threw the ring at him, stood up, and left. "I wish you all the happiness in the world, but don't expect me to be there on that day."

I said as I turned to hug Sabrina and she was smirking at me. “Did you tell her that?” “You know I don’t have the chance,” I defended. Her smirk widened. “Then, I think the wedding will be in order, big brother,” she said as I was glaring at her. “Why do you say that?” I asked her as she shrugged. Seriously, my sister was very annoying until the end. “No reason, although I do see the ruby necklace around her neck. You know how Mum felt about Gran’s necklace around a young woman,” she said as she was wiggling her eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes at her.

“Like a baby, two.” “I hate you.” “Your sister should be eighteen. One.” He brought out a blue ring box with the letter A engraved on it. “Would you marry me? Or I have to marry your sister?” he stretched his hand to take mine. “You are not getting any where near my sister. I will marry you.” He smiled placing the ring on my finger. Any time I imagined being proposed to, it was always on a beach, with white roses soft music playing in the background. What I get instead is a cocky bastard putting a real diamond ring on my finger and my eyes filled with tears, not the happy kind.

I said softly, taking the card. James gave me a nod, his eyes showing a brief flicker of understanding before I turned and walked into the shop. As I entered, the warm glow of the boutique lights enveloped me, an attractive contrast to the chill in my heart. I wished this was different. Deep down, a part of me wished that this gesture, this night, was more than just work-related. But the guilt hit me almost instantly. How could I have such thoughts for my sister’s ex-husband? Moving through racks of elegant dresses, I tried to push those thoughts aside. I needed to focus on finding the perfect dress, something that would make Nicholas proud to have me by his side—even if it was all just as h

I said. She looked at me. "I've known for a while," I said. "I just haven't said it back yet." She was very still. "Aurora," I said. "Yes." "You are the sister I chose," I said. "Not in the complicated way. In the simple, complete way." I held her gaze. "Tomorrow you stand beside me in the ceremony. Not behind me, not watching from the courtyard, beside me, because that is where you have been from the beginning and that is where you will be."

If this time, I have to go to the last step, and then I vow to go to hell with him. "Looks like you can't wait to see your sister again. Are you really worried about her? Love really touched me; just sorry for your sincerity; it seems your sister doesn't want to see you at all." Kent wiggles a necklace in her hand, which I can tell by a glance is the engagement item Gray had given Erina on the day of their marriage. "What did you do to her? Why is that necklace in your hand?" I gritted my teeth and questioned.

I built walls around my heart…but one woman could break it…steal it and run away with it. I banged my fist into the ice continuously until I felt two arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me up, I knew it was my sister, but I just couldn’t manage. I cried like a girl but I couldn’t care less. We finally went back to the house, my sister clearly understood that I needed time to process all of this, so she gave it to me. I sat in the lounge and looked at the ring and kissed the ruby placed on it. I slowly opened the note.

My tone remained sardonic. “You better,” she scoffed. Then she reached out her hand and waved it in front of me. On her ring finger was a large oval-shaped shimmering diamond fixed atop a slim gold band. “Dominic and I are engaged properly now. Our engagement banquet is tomorrow. You should be able to make it, right, sis?” Then she paused and smirked. “That is, if the Alpha even wants a woman like you attending. I will put in a good word for you though, you don’t have to worry."

I finally let out the breath I had been holding for over 24 hours, my sister was okay, she wasn't held at ransom or lying dead in someone's trunk. Why on earth would she think there was a ceremony in the first place? The thought cut through my relief Below her message is a picture that was taking forever to load, my breath lurched in my throat when it cleared up. My sister flashing a wedding ring with the caption ‘just got married’ She ditched me to handle her disappearance and turned up with a wedding ring and a man's hand gripping her right boob? Hell no!