Novel & Cerita My Stepsister Stole My Groom

She said in a low voice. I opened my mouth but before I could utter another word, Stefan grabbed my hand roughly, pushed me out of the room and locked the door shut in my face. "No. No. No!" I banged at the door as tears filled my eyes. The night that I had planned so carefully was being ruined and my own sister was behind it. I heard a noise and I stopped and listened as dread filled my body. "Yes baby, just like that. Oh fuck yes! Yes!" I opened my mouth as utter shock and pain filled my body. My husband was fucking my step sister on our wedding night. Hot tears dropped from my eyes as the wet sounds and moaning grew louder and louder.

Forcing the lump down my throat, I managed a smile, one that didn't reach my eyes. " Have you forgotten? Nobody chased me away from here, I Just left because I wanted some fresh air. This is my home and the man you are looking forward to getting engaged to is my man. Alicia, don't you think you are pathetic? Forcing yourself on a man that doesn't want you. That's such a low move." Since she wanted to challenge me, I would remind her that Infront of me, she was just like a crazy dog scrambling to snatch what was mine

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

After removing the veil from the bride's head and handing it to my husband, Ethan Stewart, I ignored the strange expressions on his and everyone else's faces. I, Nora Letterman, turned around and walked straight out of the wedding venue. Even after I left the venue, Ethan still didn't come after me. Behind me, there was thunderous applause. He and Mia Jenner were surrounded by the crowd as they walked onto the stage. I knew Ethan had already figured out that everything was Mia's doing. He just chose to let her have her way.

I would never consider my man to be a naughty boy. With a wide grin, I turned the knob and pushed the door open. " Suprise!" I yelled with a giggle. And indeed, it was a surprise for the three of us. Mark froze in the middle of pumping the woman, whose breasts were pressed to the shower glass wall, now on full display. I could not see her face as it was covered with wet hair, but I recognised her voice the moment she squealed, covering herself. It was my stepsister! My fiance was fu*king my step-sister on our third anniversary.

"Stay away from me!" He smirked. "If I wanted you dead, little bride, you'd already be bleeding." His words chilled me. "Wait, you… know who I am?" "Oh, everyone knows the discarded wife of Lord Jethro banished with his so-called child." He tilted his head. "Tell me, is it true that he chose your stepsister over you?" My hands flew protectively to my stomach. "It's none of your concern!" That earned a low chuckle. "Brave, I like that."

"Your mother was a means to an end. She was a woman of low appetites and high debts. She was easy to manage. Easy to buy." "You used her," I whispered, the weight of the betrayal hitting me again. "You sat at our table, you kissed her cheek, you called yourself my stepfather... and all the time you were just waiting for her to die?" "I didn't wait for her to die, Elara. I waited for her to fail," he corrected, his voice as sharp as the knife in his hand. "And she failed spectacularly. She gambled away your inheritance in a basement in Macau. She signed over your guardianship to settle a debt with a man who would have sold you to the highest bidder in a heartbeat. I didn't steal you. I saved

So I knew what a dead bride meant to a man like Vittorio DeLuca, and I knew what it would mean to the men on the other side of this alliance who had been looking for a reason to put their guns back on the table. The peace between our families was three years and a wedding away from becoming permanent. It was held together with wire and goodwill and not much else, and if I said the words Isabella is dead before those vows were spoken, that thin fragile wire would snap. So I didn't rush out of the room in a panic. Instead, I did something terrible. Something I would likely never be forgiven for. I walked into the room. I picked up the wedding dress. I hesitated for a brief moment.

Her throat was parched, but her hands caressed her flat lower abdomen. This caught his attention, and he turned to her, gaze sharp and distant. Their marriage wasn't perfect, but Axel took care of her. He never made her feel like she had no one left, especially the time her stepmother died. His eyes followed her movement as she tried to get out of bed. The IV needle in her wrist was snatched out by her. She pushed away the white duvet. But she had miscalculated because instead of stepping off the bed, she stumbled to the floor. She inhaled sharply from the pain.