My Stepsister Stole My Groom นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mrs Weston growled, marching towards the alter. “I’m sorry Mrs Weston, but if my bestie wants to see her man.. then her man she gets to see.” Stephanie replied dropping her scissors back in her bag. Somehow she knew it would come in handy and that was why she brought it along, just incase a certain bride needed to run away. “Abigail, let’s go.” Stephanie stretched out her hand, smiling at her friend. “No, she’s not going anyway. You are not going to leave me on the alter, Abigail!” Mark yelled.

Seven days before my wedding, I discover that my stepsister Harper Brooks' wedding invitation lists the same groom as mine—Jeffrey Sullivan. At first, I assume the printing company has made a mistake. So, I take the invitations to my mom to ask what's going on. Before I can knock, I overhear her talking to Harper through the door. "Marry Jeffrey first. Once the baby's born and everything's settled, he'll go back to Barbara. She owes you her life. Letting you marry him first is the least she can do." Tears stream down Harper's cheeks. "But what about Barbara?" Mom sighs, then says matter-of-factly, "They've been together for 12 years. One piece of paper isn't going to change much. But

Her back was hunched, with her head almost touching the surface. "Then what's got you like this?" Seeing Kimberly calm down, Nicholas placed the empty glass back on the table. He turned on his seat to fully face Kimberly. "He brought that woman and the daughter to the house, Nick," Kimberly complained. Nicholas didn't immediately understand Kimberly's words, but after piecing together everything she told him, he finally realised she was talking about her family. He was her father, the woman was her stepmother, and the daughter was her stepsister. "He said I should forget the past." Kimberly let out a bitter laugh at the end of her sentence. "How can I forget how my mother died?"

My favorite stuffed animals were arranged neatly on my bed. “I prepared these things ahead of time. I hope you’ll like it here,” my stepfather said, rubbing his nose. Like a beast hiding its claws, I felt warmth from a father figure for the first time and quickly accepted this new family, forgetting about the stepbrother I hadn’t yet met. The next day, as I walked down the grand spiral staircase, I ran into a tall young man. I froze, unsure what to do, while he squinted at me, then pushed me into the corner of the staircase, wrapping his hand around my neck.

"Can't you see what kind of woman you've married? They're cheaters... losers... they deceived you. They don't deserve your mercy!" She continued, pointing a finger at Aurora, "Managing Mia would have been better than this slut-looking girl." "Mother! Not another word!" I growled. ""Mia, mia, mia," I mused sharply. That old fling I thought I'd settle down with ended up hooking up with Richard instead. That damn Step brother! Where the hell is he hiding? I haven't seen him since my wedding, and not even a glimpse of him on my big day. It’s like he vanished into thin air.

I get back in his face. "No Zander I'm not. I'm sorry you don't want to grow up and treat women with any respect but I'm fine with that. Allie is my girlfriend and Kat is going to be my step sister. I'm not ashamed so if you think you can hide the news your wrong. I won't make her feel unwelcome here." Zane stormed out of my room and slammed the door. I'm sure he was going to tell Dad all about it. I mean yeah Kat looked hot last night. Not at all how she normally dresses at school and man Portia was mad as hell that she has new competition. Maybe with a little help I could change Kat into someone I didn't have to be embarrassed of.

The weight of my father's expectations pressed down on me, and the reality of the role I played in my sister's life felt inescapable. Returning to the lobby, I caught sight of Stephanie, adorned in her wedding gown, poised at the entrance, radiating pride and confidence. She looked every bit the perfect bride, about to marry one of the city's wealthiest men. Meanwhile, I played the part of a mere seal, solidifying the union. The wedding unfolded in grandeur, and I played my role dutifully, lingering in the shadows. Stephanie and Victor exchanged vows, but beneath the surface, I battled a growing nausea.

Without thinking, I ran to the stranger and hugged him tightly, whispering against his chest: ‎ ‎“Save me… please.” ‎The entire hall gasped. ‎Lila shouted, “What do you mean you love my stepbrother?!” ‎ ‎I looked up at the tall man with pleading eyes and said the words that would change everything: ‎ ‎“Marry me.” ‎ ‎

A strange feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. His gaze was sharp. Cold. As though he could see straight through every lie. Emma quickly looked away. The music changed. The officiant nodded. “It’s time.” Emma tightened her grip on the bouquet. One step. Then another. She walked slowly down the aisle toward the man who was about to become her husband. Neither of them smiled. Neither of them knew the other. Yet fate was binding their lives together forever. As Emma reached the altar Damien looked at Emma with his usual unreadable expression.

But this was something she never expected. Her father approached, she hoped for comfort and tried to reach for his hand. But instead, he scolded her sharply, "You can't even keep a man. How useless! You have disappointed me." After berating her, he left with his wife, Valeria’s stepmother, without a backward glance. Her stepsister emerged from the crowd with a smirk. "Well, that's embarrassing, dear sister. Your groom ran off, and now you're a laughingstock. I have sympathy towards you but imagine how Mom and Dad are feeling." After saying that, she turned and left.