Novel & Cerita My Stepsister Stole My Groom

"What would that have done? Could you have been on the next plane? Could you have signed the consent forms? Could you have given blood?" "No." "So drop the act, Juliet. You've never been part of this family." "You weren't then. You aren't now. You never will be." When I walked out of the chapel, it was pouring. I didn't have an umbrella. I didn't have a car. Nathan had driven me here. He'd said today was our day. He'd insisted on being the one to pick up the bride. The bride wasn't me anymore. I stood in the rain. My phone rang.

He smoothed down my gown and adjusted my veil with surprisingly gentle hands. I turned and kissed him deeply, tasting the forbidden desperation between us. “I love you, Stepdaddy,” I whispered against his lips. “But I have to do this.” He rested his forehead against mine. “I know. Go marry him. But remember who fucked you last on your wedding day.” He slipped out of the restroom first, leaving me standing there — flushed, freshly fucked, and dripping with my stepfather’s cum. I took one last look in the mirror. My eyes were bright. My cheeks were flushed. A small, secret smile played on my lips.

Chapter 2: The Wrong Bride “So this is the woman desperate enough to trap me into marriage?” The words hit Amelia harder than the rain and She stood there frozen. The man standing in front of her looked impossibly calm, as though humiliating someone was as effortless as breathing the air. Alexander Sterling. So this was him. The supposed groom her sister had refused and The man her parents had chosen for her without permission. His Cold gray eyes studied her face like she was a problem he had already decided that he despised and wasn’t worth his effort at all.

'I am the Aiden Knight, a millionaire at 25, among the top ten most eligible bachelors of the year according to Forbes. I can get anything and anyone I want, Except one, that's my step sister. I cannot have the one thing I crave desperately' my stepsister. Our story started in Texas. I went on a business trip to look at one of my restaurants in texas. That's when I saw her, Aria William, my memorable one nightstand. And I didn't know that she is my step-sister.

I muttered under my breath, tossing the envelope aside like it was something foul. So he truly believes this wedding will go on? He thinks I don’t see through him, his so-called concern, his too-eager moves to marry off his daughter to Kael. He thinks I haven’t noticed the way he walks lately, shoulders puffed, eyes gleaming like a man already savoring power that isn’t his. I’ve watched him. I know his games. He forgets who I am. He forgets that I made him. That everything he has came from my generosity, my deal. Years ago, I told him, let me marry your first daughter and I’ll give you whatever you want.

One in which only our closest friends would be invited. We agreed that after having a small one, and we are legally called husband and wife, we can then proceed to having a grand wedding as her father would not be able to do anything about the fact that we are already married by then. And right now, I am with my father at the Imperial Hotel. He decided that, although Esther doesn't want to come back home with us and is still mad at him, he will still help her. Because, well, after all, she is his daughter and he caused the caos between them in the first place.

I was sure that was just one of the common names he always hears. “My wedding is tomorrow, my fiance cheated on me with my step sister, and I found out tonight.” “Why do you need my help then?” He arched his eyebrows. “My fiance is your nephew, Dell Houston, no one would want to provoke your family, and if that wedding doesn't hold, it will be over for me, I can't face the consequences.” “I need a groom, and I think nobody will be able to help me, except for you” I said with a cracking voice, my eyes were misty with the tears I was holding back.

"Oh, you did? You think you have me wrapped around your fingers?" "Think? Oh, honey, I don't think I know where I've got you, and that is the right place," I say, and he lets out a laugh. "She wanted to start immediately, which was strange, and she did not really want to take the money. I don't know who can do a thing like this, but my money is on Melissa," I say, and he looks at me. "Your stepsister? Do you think she would do something like this? I thought it'd be Maljore," he said, and I nodded.

Flowers bloomed in patterns I'd long forgotten. And there they were. My stepsister and fiancé, standing beneath the rose trellis. “When are we going to stop hiding?” Vivian asked, brushing Jack's sleeve. “Soon,” he replied. “Let the wedding happen. Then I'll divorce Stephanie and marry you. I love you, Vivian. You know that, right?” Then he leaned in and kissed her. My chat tightened and my fingers curled into fists. So it was all true. It was real. The betrayal. The blood. My death. It really happened.