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As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

This wound’t be a problem. If the gown wasn’t almost… white. Not technically white. Something dangerously close to it. Eggshell. Champagne. Whatever polite word was it for it. My eyes narrow as the conductor of the orchestra rushes to start playing the bride’s opening song. My hand claps to his shoulder, stopping him. Shaking my head. Sir Brimel glances over my shoulder and smiles. “Ah, an early arrive. Your brideis stunning.” My jaw tightens. “That is not my bride,” I say smoothly, turning just enough to make it clear. “That is Vivian. Her sister. Half-sister.”

"This is my sister Guinevere. She's of age and I promised her a celebration for her birthday." I clench my jaw as Locksy stares at her breasts. Her cleavage hangs over the ruffled trim of the low-cut gown. He takes her hand from mine and kisses the backs of her fingers. "A pleasure to meet you, my lady. I was not aware Lord Maccabee had a sister. You look nothing alike and must tell me how someone as fair-skinned as Maccabee could have a sister with your fire." My bride's tinkling laughter is quite perfect. "Well, Sir, you ask of a delicate matter that is very ungentlemanly of you. May we leave it at we are half-brother and sister with him on the titled side of the blanket?"

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.

I managed to keep a safe distance from Theo but this was a wedding, supposedly our wedding and my intent distance was raising questions, I was grateful my friends weren't in attendance of this sham but by the time this was over, it would be all over the news, they would feel betrayed and I'd have to explain. There was something unnerving with how natural Theo was acting as if this was all normal. My sister was missing. All through the day I had sent up to twenty text messages, all received but none replied, my calls had already gone to voicemail. Something wasn't right. The dance was over and from my knowledge of the program, next up was the garter ceremony and some games before the newly we

They still decided it was too far. Nina typed again: "My sister does not usually handle these things. Let me and Henry take care of the details." Henry replied with one word: "Yes." I stared at that word and did not move. Messages kept coming. No one noticed I had not said anything. This wedding had no room for my voice.

“She’s the bride?” “You’re marrying your sister?” he gasped. “Me? What? No, of course not! I’m the best man!” We both just stared at each other, trying to work through the information we had. Finally, it clicked in my head. “You thought I was marrying Chloe?” Adrian nodded slowly. “Yea, I did. Are you not?” “No, this is my sister’s wedding. She’s marrying her mate.” “So, Chloe is…” Adrian paused. “Where?”

ALPHA’S PREDESTINED BRIDE (His Unexpected Mate) EPISODE SEVENTY SIX THEME: A blessed union SOME WEEKS LATER The wedding was to take place in moon stone pack as planned on the same day they hd agreed on few weeks ago. “You are so beautiful.” Penelope complimented her sister’s looks. The bride, chief bridesmaids in person of Brianna, Penelope and Hazel are all in the dressing room. Helen the event planner walked briskly into the dressing room.

Although I know we’re experiencing the opposite effects of it. But she didn’t need to know that. ”Well, enough of that. Do you have any plans with my brother today?” I shook my head. “I don’t think so. He didn’t tell me—“ ”Great! I can tour you around and we’ll shop together and just have fun today!” ”Easy there, Li.” Somebody else suddenly opened the door again and came in. With one glance, I could immediately tell the new girl was Blake’s sister. “Hi, I’m Kyla. The Beta’s sister. It’s nice to meet you, Luna Isa.”