My Stepsister Stole My Groom Novels & Stories

The word hit me like a knife. “Shut the hell up!” I tore the forms in half, the pieces scattering across the floor. His expression softened unexpectedly. His voice lowered almost tenderly. “Not nonsense. I want to marry you. I want children only with you.” I pressed my lips together. I was shaken by how his voice trembled with longing. "I am your step sister. How can you say about it." I corrected him. "Did I consider you as a step sister when I had sex with you? Have you considered me step brother when you moaned my name when I was inside you?"

She smirked and said, “Humph! I’m giving you a lifetime opportunity here, so sleep with the old man. Give him your body. Have sex with him. Give him pleasure. Do it for your stepsister.” “Do it for my stepsister?” “Yes. Replace her in her stead.” “How could you do this to me?” Stella’s stepmother sinisterly smiled at her. “It’s simple. Because I hate you.” “For the hatred of my mother, you’re selling me off to the richest and old man," said Stella, clenching her fists tightly. “Of course," said her stepmother, laughing crazily at her. "This is your mother’s redemption.” “What?” gasped Stella.

“Let’s leave things at that, children. You have all the time to show your concern for each other when you get married,” my stepmother said, ending with a laugh so loud it was obvious that it was fake. I flinched in pain when her nails tore through my skin, as blood trailed down. “No mother,” Xavier spoke up abruptly. “I have to make sure my future wife is settled,” he sighed. My eyes narrowed wondering what game he was playing at now. And what exactly brought this change in his heart.

I had to pull myself together. “Thank you,” I sniffled, to embarrassed to look Elroy in the face. His hand was still rhythmically tapping on my back. “I didn’t mean to break down on you.” Elroy just kept frowning, his brow pulled low. “…What the hell did he do?” I let out a weak, wet chuckle. “Cheated,” I croaked, the word falling heavily into my chest. “With my stepsister, two weeks before our wedding.” Elroy’s eyebrows flew up.

Timothy, my beloved, and I are about to get married. We have shared many dreams over the course of our long relationship, and we have now started the process of turning those dreams become reality. My step-sister, who appeared to be thrilled for me, and my entire family were happy. ★★★ Julia complained as she proceeded to her mother, "I forgot my veil in Stacy's room. Mother, could you please go get that for me?” Julia asked her stepmother, who furrowed her brows and scowled.

He moaned unapologetically now, fucking my throat, and I loved every bit of it. He growled as his release came, making sure I swallowed every drop. “Now go on… your bride awaits.” I kissed him. We were done now. “Bride for a day,” he mocked. When I returned to the party, I caught sight of my stepmother deep in discussion with her daughter. The moment they saw me, a huge frown formed on their faces. They both stormed toward me. “What in hell are you wearing?!” she screamed, gripping my arm and pulling me aside.

I'm sorry I didn't believe you" Louis apologized to her. My head was spinning, and I couldn't understand a single thing anymore. Maybe, the drugs Hailey had given to me last night hadn't worn off yet. I felt myself losing balance on the floor, as I crashed to the ground, losing consciousness. By the time I woke up, I saw the most horrific scene happening like a movie right in my very own eyes. My stepsister was already exchanging vows with Louis. For how long was I unconscious? My tears knew no limit, as they flowed freely like a river. "Louis, No!. You can't marry her" I stood up from the floor, where they had left me to suffer.

I said. “I think I would be grabbing her idea, she's sensitive, that's why she's my P. A” I said as I drove towards the bridal suite. I sped towards the bridal suite, with a screech, I parked my car and raced inside. As I stepped in, I was shocked to see the sight of my step sister and my fiancé rolling around the bed. “What?” I said, with my mouth wide open. Without Leo panicking, he stood up from the bed.

People were passing by, but couldn't bring myself to take not of whether they were staying to stare or not because of the guy standing in front of me. He looked as pale as I remembered, but he was chatty this time. I gulped and shook my head. Maybe I as losing my mind. This can't be real. "I heard about your stepdad passing too, my condolences," he had a solemn look on his face which he quickly changed to a smile. "I also heard that you got married to that guy and he is your stepbrother and the heir of the Fords generational wealth congratulations," he said, looking genuine, but I couldn't tell for a fact if he truly was.

Beside the photo was a scanned document—a formal Blackwood family agreement stamped with the word DISOWNED, alleging that Asher had embezzled millions from his father's accounts before being cast out. The article painted his sudden appearance at Serena’s wedding not as an act of rescue, but as a calculated, predatory move by a disgraced outcast trying to claw his way back into high society through Vale Maison. Serena looked up instantly. Asher was staring down at his own screen. His face was completely blank, but the knuckles of his hand were stark white as he gripped the edge of the table.