My Stepsister Stole My Groom Novels & Stories

“You mean this fucked up shit where you kidnap—” I pushed my fingers down her throat and she choked, her eyes watering over. “This is simply me trying to have some alone time with my stepsister, who I'm in love with.” I paused, watching her face. “That should not come as a surprise to you. In fact, you should be grateful I did this, because you went and married that mafia asshole and never have any more time for me.” Her jaw clenched hard. “You think I wanted to do that? Ever asked your father what he did—”

I pleaded. “It had better not happen, else I'd skin you alive and show you how much of a godforsaken stepdaughter you are! Now go get the dishes served to the guests immediately!” She ordered and walked away briskly. I hurriedly rushed to where the caterers stood and joined in their work. I worked so diligently, to avoid being scolded or thrashed by my Stepmom. My jaws dropped when it was announced that Derek should kiss the bride. I watched keenly in despair, as the love of my life hungrily devoured the lips of my stepsister in the presence of the guests. Torrents of hatred and of fury burned within me.

Yet, the crowd of onlookers, drawn by the drama, only erupted in derisive laughter. “Hahaha! She actually stole Mrs. Hoover’s man! She’s done for!” Sonya Hoover jabbed a finger at my face and cursed. “You shameless trash! Still putting on an act? You think calling someone here will make me let you go? Just drop the act already! The Skylar family? I’ve never heard of them! I’m calling the cops right now and having you arrested for stealing the wedding dress!” I clutched at my ruined wounds as blood kept slipping through my fingers.

He looked effortlessly handsome, dressed in all dark velvet and smooth skin while his hand rested like a brand on the waist of his fiancée, Vanessa Marrow, daughter of the Minister of Trade and fresh out of some finishing academy where girls were taught to smile just enough to be owned. They looked perfect. That was the point. My glass of champagne was lukewarm, but I sipped it anyway. Bitterness suited me tonight. "You're going to chip a tooth, grinding it like that." The voice at my side startled me. It was deep, smooth, and threaded with something unplaceable. Authority. Amusement. Something darker. I turned slowly, already knowing who I’d find. Alaric Crest, Devon’s stepfather. He stood

I plucked the groom's boutonniere and handed it to my wife, Rose Lane, then didn't bother with the subtle looks she and the people around us were exchanging. I just walked out of the hotel. Rose didn't come after me. Behind me, the hall erupted in applause as Rose and Zachary Zimmer took the stage, surrounded by the celebrating crowd. I knew this wasn't an accident. It was Zachary's way of poking at me. Too bad Rose couldn't—or wouldn't—see it. Maybe she saw and was deliberately letting it slide.

Cold sweat drenched the entire back of his dress shirt. He should have realized by now that he had walked straight into a trap I had meticulously built. There was no escape, no hiding place, and no amount of money that could bribe the entire national media currently watching them. "Come now, prepare yourself, my beloved husband," I said, taking Alex’s hand, which felt as cold as a corpse. "It's time to show the whole world just how 'pure' your relationship with my stepsister really is," I whispered beside his ear. I smiled sweetly. A smile that marked the beginning of absolute ruin for Alex Sterling and Zeena.

I said calmly, “the wedding is canceled.” I waited for the murmurs to quiet. “Here’s why.” I let the footage run—every kiss, every grope, every heated glance between my fiancé and my stepsister—projected twenty feet high for the entire elite of Emeralda City to see. Then I spoke again. “My fiancé and my stepsister chose to fuck each other on our wedding day. Enjoy the show.”

I vowed to myself that I would get my revenge one way or the other and one of the ways I can do that is by being happy in my marriage. Since what Sarah is after is my misery, I will have to showcase the opposite of that. Seeing this, I'm sure Sarah will try her best to intervene in my life and ruin whatever she has with Raphael in the process. Even Raphael will regret giving me up and going after my stepsister. "What are you doing out here?" I turned around to find my stepmother frowning at me, "Your groom is waiting in his car. It's time for you two to leave together." 'But before I can put any of my plans in motion, I will have to make a deal with Keith Clementine, or else there's no way I

It wasn't easy to get this off my chest, but I guess this was the only way. “Come on, please say something. I want to know the truth.” Finally coming to terms that there was no where to actually run to. I finally got to myself. “Okay, well I wasn't the one who was supposed to marry you.” He furrowed his brows, but I swallowed adm continued to speak I wasn't going to stop talking until I was finally able to do something about it. “Well I know that you were supposed to be married to my step sister, but she wasn't ready to marry a crippled man. She cried to her mother to saw me as the perfect catch.”

Taking a deep breath, I gazed into Mason's blue eyes as I explained, "They're my stepsisters. My father married their mother, Lady Rhea Dragomir, just a month ago and they moved in yesterday." I could see the wheels turning in his head as realization dawned on him. Mason's eyes widened as his mouth fell open. "You mean to tell me that those awful bitches are your stepsisters and their mother is your stepmother?" he reiterated in horror. I nodded sadly, feeling horrible for myself as well. But, I quickly became tired of the subject and just wanted to go about my day without thinking about my stepfamily for once.