Sister's Husband Is Called 소설 & 이야기

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.

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

his angry face looked a bit relaxed , after he heard it. " Oh !! Ok, but you said brother-in-law so I got confused. " He looked a bit embarrassed. " Yes, but sister's husband would be called brother-in-law. So kshitij is my brother-in-law.. Ok? Angry young man you looked as if you were going to kill him. Why were you behaving like that? " " Why??? I would have killed him for what I understood he said. How can I stand there and not react if a man asks you to get married. You are my girlfriend. Right? "

he rambled. I raised an eyebrow. "Sister-in-law?" He nodded eagerly "That's what I'm going to call her. You are practically my brother so your wife is my sister-in-law. Smart right?" I felt a little uncomfortable "I think she'll prefer if you just called her Lilian" "But I..." I stuffed a shrimp in his mouth before he could say something else. "Eat and leave. I have things to do" I helped myself to a serving of fried rice. Abel didn't say anything else and ate his meal.

I heard someone calling my best friend's name, so I immediately looked to where that voice came from and saw Henry Cervantes's smiling face, one of the richest businessmen in Asia, and who happened to be Ram's brother-in-law. My guess was correct, as Henry Cervantes was the only guy I knew who could throw such an event of this caliber. "Good evening, Henry, and sorry for being late," Ram said, greeting the billionaire businessman as he finally got near. Looking as dashing as ever, Henry still remained as handsome as when he was still in his twenties, which is no wonder that there are still a lot of women who want to catch his interest. Even before I met Atilla and discovered that she hid her

Eddie asked, his voice dripping with mock courtesy. “Wonderful,” I said, not bothering to look up. He turned to Lisa, and his gaze shifted into something softer, almost predatory. “And who is this lovely woman?” he asked, eyes scanning her too closely for my liking. “She's not available,” I started to say, but Lisa’s blush betrayed her flattery as she responded. “I’m very much available, my queen. My husband found his mate.” I wished I could signal her to stop talking. Eddie didn’t need any more ammunition. His smirk deepened, and he tilted his head, pretending to sympathize.

He remarked. “I know you might find this a little hard too, but there is one sure way of bringing your sister out of her hiding place.” The man started, raising Hannah’s curiosity. “I’m sure you’re already familiar with your sister’s relationship with your husband.” “Yeah?” Hannah replied, twirling her hair in confusion. “What does that have to do –“ “Hannah I’m not sure you understand this, but your sister deeply valued and treasured your husband. I was hoping that your engagement party would bring her out, but I think we need something deeper.”

"I am Caius Falcieri. I just want to speak to my wife." The Falcieri name still carried immense weight in the European underworld. The guards looked at each other, hesitant to act. "Continue the auction," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "We don't stop for irrelevant interruptions." "Irrelevant?" The word seemed to hit him like a physical blow. He stumbled forward. "Alessia, I'm your husband." "No," my voice was like ice. "You are the Don of the Falcieri family. Nothing more."

She muttered gazing at me mockingly and at the same time acting pitiful but I decided to ignore her. My mood had already been ruined by the dream I had earlier, I wouldn't let a two faced bitch ruin the rest of my day. " Sister, why aren't you saying anything? Could it be that Emiliano is maltreating you?" She asked curiously hoping to fill her curiosity but I chuckled. " It seems my sister is here for.ny husband and not me! He is my husband! Your brother in law eo if I were you, u wouldn't call him so intimately!" I reprimanded her as calm as I could and she hissed rudely.

Then, it looked like a wrong thing to do but now it is perfect. I have him, my children, and my friends. They are my family. All these couldn't have been possible if I didn't marry ‘my sister's husband’