My Stepsister Stole My Groom Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was reborn. Back to the day the marriage contract was to be signed. Back to the beginning of my nightmare. I didn't waste a second. I bolted down the stairs and threw open the door to my father's study. "I'm calling off the engagement." The room went dead silent. My father’s teacup froze mid-air. My stepmother, Claire, stared with wide eyes. "What did you say?" My father slammed his cup on the table. "You think this is a game? This is the Schroder family! Do you have any idea how many girls would kill to be in your place?"

My stepsister has seduced my fiance in the half year she entered the institution. She had been pretending to be the innocent kind lady of our family and had been spreading rumors of me bullying her for not having a Garrick blood and was riding on my family's coattails which was not exactly false. She is really not a child of the Garrick house which is why she uses her mother's house as a last name. Even my stepmother doesn't use the Garrick last name which made them more bitter. It's not like she didn't know what would happen when she married my father. The country's law states that you can only use the house name if you are;

He pulled me into an embrace before a tear could fall from my eyes. “Misunderstanding?” My numb arm pushed him away, he staggered away from me. “This is a misunderstanding, what did you take me for?” I hit his arm with the purse in my hands and hurled the wedding dress at his face. I turned to look at my stepsister, who was looking at me with red eyes and an aggrieved face. “I can explain…” She sniffed and held my gaze, her eyes were glistening with tears.

"I won't stop you after the wedding tomorrow. Please, don't go. My parents don't believe the Don will marry me. If you walk away, they'll sell me to that bastard who tortured his three wives to death! "If you insist on leaving, you'll need to run me over first! In any case, I might as well be dead. If you don't want me, I'll have to marry that bastard." Lorenzo's hands tightened around the steering wheel, the veins on the backs of them bulging. After a long while, he let his hands fall. On the day of the wedding, the motorcade rolled toward the church. The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased.

I didn't win. I’d fought. Screamed. Begged. Victoria forced me to marry Ryan anyway. At my own wedding, my stepsister Clara was the only one smiling. Her eyes glittered. Satisfaction. A family-only ceremony—stepmother, sister, Ryan’s bodyguard, and best friend. His family? Didn’t even bother to show up. The priest was too afraid to speak during the vow process, Ryan refused to say his vow, he didn't bother trying to show that he felt something. I was the only one saying my vows and happy that maybe he is going to be different.

She acted so well, not raising a single suspicion. "So you decided to have someone do your dirty work? Take pictures of our private moments while you pretend to be our friend?" "James, I…" I withdraw my hold on her and let her move towards him. "You know how badly I want you. You know how much I love you. You know how I feel, and I– I couldn’t handle your rejection. I was willing to do anything. Besides, she’s your stepsister, James." She passes me a look of disgust, and I chuckle wryly as she turns back to him. "What you’re doing isn’t right, and you know it. You should be with someone like me. Someone who—"

Brutal. And now, thanks to his father's last will and testament, he was shackled to a responsibility he neither wanted nor asked for. Marriage. To **her**. Luciano’s jaw tightened at the thought. His new "wife" was none other than Aria Bellini — his twenty-one-year-old stepsister. The same reckless, fiery girl who had once driven him insane by sneaking out of the house at night, laughing at his rules, tempting the very edge of his patience.

I never thought the day would come when I would stand face-to-face with the woman who destroyed me, not with trembling knees or a broken heart, but with fire burning steady under my skin. Leila. My step-sister. The one who had smiled sweetly in front of others, pretending to love me while throwing me into the dirt behind closed doors. The one who mated with Kyle, my so-called mate, and locked me in a dungeon as punishment for existing. The one who laughed when my screams echoed through stone walls, and who never told me I had been carrying a child when she ripped it away from me with her cruelty.

Like my heart wasn't breaking into pieces right in front of him. "She's telling the truth, Harper. We're married on paper. That's all. You're my figurehead wife. The one my father loves so much." He said it with disgust, like my relationship with his father was something dirty. "At least you have Dad wrapped around your finger. Isn't that what you wanted from the beginning?" "What I wanted?" My voice cracked. "I wanted you, I loved you." "Love?” He laughed and it was cold. "I picked you up from that pathetic bar where you were washing dishes, and you decided to steal my position in my father's company."

she said quietly, turning back to the garden. stephan nodded slowly and then barked a laugh. He slung his arm around her waist and pulled her in tight. "Now listen to me. I own you, you frigid cow." His voice was a sharp whisper in her ear, and his hand-dug into her flank so that she yelped. "If it weren't for my grandfather, who insists that I marry you to avoid 'gossip,' I would happily leave you. I hate you, do you hear me? I mean, why would I want to marry an orphan girl who always looks so miserable?" He crooned another laugh. "Don't ask too much from me, parsley. The wedding will take place as planned next month. After that, you stay out of my way, and I'll do the same. But if you don'