My Stepsister Stole My Groom Novels & Stories

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.”

“I will go back to my home or meet Shawn for help.” “Sadly, your stuff has been thrown out of that house, and I think it’s high time you let Shawn be. He has officially tied the knot with your stepsister. The pictures are everywhere.” My heart sank. “What???!!!”

The age gap freakin disturbs me So much, more than it should even though I can choose to treat her as an adopted daughter, there's still a stupid document that says we are married. “So no honeymoon? Awww,” Gavin whined. So stupid. The wedding reception was loud, too loud and filled with annoyingly happy people who thought nothing wrong about this absurd match. The only person here not happy aside from me and the bride would probably be her stepsister and stepmother. “Can you not! Today is my wedding for God Sake! The bride yelled at her sister who just spilled wine on her dress. I rubbed my temple frustratedly. Who let these fucking bastards in here? Just as the bride stormed away with tears

But standing beside him, laughing softly with one hand gently resting on his chest, was— Victoria. My stepsister. My stomach twisted violently. That gesture… that intimacy—was that appropriate between my fiancé and my sister? But the true blow came next. Victoria was wearing my wedding gown. My gown. I forced a smile to Tristan, "I heard you brought my wedding dress back early." I suppressed all the disbelief in my heart. "Did something happen? " Victoria turned slowly. Her wide, doe-like eyes shimmered with guilt. My alarm bells screamed. That expression had always meant trouble—Victoria knew how to play innocent far too well.

Cold sweats break on my skin while I take in shallow breaths. The last hope I have of being freed of this family name slips away, and Damien? He doesn’t even put up a fight. My Damien would have said something; he would’ve fought for our love. “Xena, get changed and meet Damien at the altar in 5 minutes. Damien, follow me,” my dad orders and walks out with Xena and Lena trailing behind him. Damien spares me one last glance and follows. No apology. No explanation. Nothing. I collapse on the floor, bawling my eyes out the moment the door closes. My wedding is destroyed, my father is against me, and my fiancé? Stolen by my stepsister. I have to leave. I can’t stay here another second.

Back on the wedding floor, guest were waiting, the priest has arrived then walked in the bride covered in her veil then walked in the older man she had seen on Tv her Stepmother and stepsister had this weird smile on their face . The older man walked in and stood in front of her, in front of the priest and front of the people, Mr Jason do you take Maya to be your lawful wedded Wife to love and to honour till death do you both part? Yes I do said the older man Miss Maya do you take take Jason here to be your lawful wedded husband to Love and honor till death do you both part? Tears dropped from Maya’s eyes but just as she was about to respond the voice came in WAIT. They all looked back only

Not until the swell of grief in my chest had quietly subsided did I close my fingers around it and look up. “My second condition.” Stepmother tensed immediately. “What else do you want?” I put on my most accommodating smile. “The exchange can happen. But it must be done in secret.” “Until the wedding is over, no one can know that the bride has been changed from me to Vicky.” The room fell silent again. Father's expression turned grave. “Do you understand what you're saying?” “Deceiving the Elder Council and the royal family is not a small matter.” I nodded.

“Don't you take another step closer to me.” Sniffing, I force on a brave face and glance in the direction of my evil look-alike stepsister. “What is she doing here? I don't remember inviting her." “Please, like I'll ever want anything to do with your pathetic wedding.” She scoffs. I glower at her. “Besides, there's not going to be a wedding; Crawford is not going to marry you." “He's not?" I mutter like a fool. “No. He's coming with me. To my wedding."

Thus, I obediently returned. Even though we spent more time apart than together, to outsiders, we seemed loving and harmonious. After three years of waiting—of holding back words I longed to say and pinning everything on that night—he came for another woman. He fooled me with a fake marriage certificate for three years, just to keep me from discovering that the one he truly intended to steal away was my stepsister, Tricia Melton. I looked at the expressionless woman in the mirror, not knowing whether I felt joy or sorrow.

On the wedding day, my sister, Isabella De Luca, drugged me. She was going to steal my dress and marry my fiancé, the mafia heir Marco Moretti. Everyone was smiling at the happy couple on the altar. Everyone but me. I shot up from my seat in the back row. My voice tore through the sacred silence. "Stop! I object! This wedding is a sham!" Every head turned to face me. The bride, Isabella, went white. The groom, Marco, froze.