My Stepsister Stole My Groom Novels & Stories

He spluttered and blinked quickly as he shoved me back. "Ayla is mine, Roman. And if you go close to her, I will forget that you are my stepbrother," I warned, glaring at him. He let out a loud laugh, clutching his chest in mock sadness. "She is still my wife, and the best part is..." He paused, spotting a dreamy look on his face before continuing. "I tasted her used pussy before you did, brother." He dragged the last word, his laughter echoing, prompting me to clench my fists.

He said standing up to shake Williams hand and hug Isabella. Her step mother couldn’t hide the envy on her face. She hated the fact that her step daughter was getting any attention. She looked over to her daughter who has done nothing but rot at home these past few years. Then looked at her step daughter who has brought the son of a wealthy family to marry. Wealthier than they were. She wanted it for her daughter not Isabella. A plan set in her mind and she smirked. The wedding plans set in motion and time sped faster. It was finally a day to her wedding. Of course according to traditions the bride and the groom are not the see each other so when she gets a text from William asking her to me

“It’s okay, Mom. We’re happy now. I hugged her and she started sobbing quietly. Whatever it was I could have held against her, I decided then to just forgive her. After we talked, I went to the kitchen only to find Sebastian scowling at the pile of carrots he was chopping. Across from him was the grinning Nexus. “Nix is usually the grumpier one between you two. Why do you look so sulky now?” I asked Sebastian with my hands on my hips. “Ask him.” “Nix?” Before Nexus could answer, Sevi came running into the kitchen shouting. “Mommy! Auntie Steph is getting married! She and Papa Nix are getting married!” My eyes dropped to my sister’s hand. Just like mine, a sparkling diamond ring sat on her fi

He probably forgot because there's no way he'd just sleep with me if judging by what he has right now, he can get any girl he wants. "I didn't expect that we would meet again under these circumstances." Wow, how could he said that so casually? It's fine if he thinks it's just a one-night stand, but doesn't he feel awkward because we're about to become family? "I hope you don't say anything to our parents about what we did last night. Let's pretend that nothing ever happened between us. So let's forget the past and in the future we'll be a harmonious family, me as your stepsister and you as my stepbrother."

I looked up at him, completely destroyed, covered in his cum, ruined wedding dress in tatters, and whispered the words I knew were true: “I’m yours, Kai. Completely. My stepbrother owns me.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply, almost tenderly. “Good girl. Tomorrow you’ll tell your husband the marriage is over. If he resists… the Voss family will handle it. From now on, you sleep in my bed every night. You’ll carry my children. And you’ll wear the marks of your stepbrother’s ownership with pride.” I shivered in his arms, utterly broken and perfectly happy. My real wedding night had finally arrived.

"Mr. Williams Senior really dotes on Miles. They hauled in a whole truckload of furniture!" "I hear they're inviting at least 300 guests!" ... In the midst of all the commotion, Miles slipped into my room quietly. Before I could react, he lunged forward and grabbed my wrist. "Laura, if you don't want to get married..." His sweaty palm pressed against my skin as I lowered my gaze to the brand-new watch on his wrist, its case reflecting my deliberately pale face. "About Captain Smith... I can ask my father to help smooth things over." His Adam's apple bobbed, each word laced with tortured guilt.

I say. “I love you too, sweetheart. Goodbye, Will.” “Bye, Alpha Steph. We’ll talk to you next weekend.” When we hang up I stare at Will. “I’m getting a whole lot of disbelief through the bond from you, Stephanie. Which is it from? Your father sounding so good or your stepsister bringing a rogue home to join the pack?” “Yes,” I say, still staring at him.

Stephanie: “I knew from the very beginning that this wedding would be a waste of our time. Tell me why the bride is at the altar and we are all waiting for the groom, who is nowhere to be found.” I heard my stepmother whisper to someone who was sitting beside her. It wasn’t really a whisper; she had no intention of keeping her voice low, or else I shouldn’t have heard her words from this distance. She scoffed, “Or are we perhaps waiting for the groom to walk down the aisle? How unconventional, and what a joke.”

My veil, pinned neatly into my hair, fluttered in the light breeze as I walked into the garden, imagining the look on Axel’s face when he’d see me. “Oh, our busy bride, the greatest layer, is finally here.” A familiar sneer carried through the garden. My stepsister Julie’s voice. She wore a silver dress, looking as grand as if she were the bride today. Father and my stepmother had truly spoiled her. I took a deep breath; none of this matters. I wasn’t going to let her ruin my day. With a smile, I walked into the small crowd gathered for our mating ceremony, greeting people as I passed until I reached the three elders.

I whispered, hoping it was not what I was thinking. He smiled cruelly, his words slicing through me like a knife. "Your stepsister," "What?" I exclaimed, acting like I wasn't expecting that. "I was surprised when I found out she was your stepsister on our wedding day," he explained. "Anyway, we've been carrying on our affair for months now ever since she accepted my feelings for her." My face crumpled, tears streaming down my face as the truth sank in, shattering my world into a million pieces.