Sisters Husband Novels & Stories

“Tired of being insulted. Tired of being small. Tired of letting people think they can walk over me because I’m pregnant and alone.” “And they both deserved that”. Ari said. Alexander sighed. “they…”?. “You mean the couple you fought with?” he asked. Her voice lowered, tears welling in her eyes. “Yes. The lady happens to be my sister, while the man was my ex-husband.” Alex froze. “What…?” “How is that possible—your sister teaming up with your husband to hate you?” Ari snapped a little sharply. “She’s no longer my sister. And yes, they are together.”

My husband betrayed me and married my sister and not just that my parents were on it too. I had been betrayed and ruined by the same people I trusted and called my family

“Don't play dumb with me, Cassie. What were you doing being so close to my husband?” Clara bellowed furiously. Cassandra flipped her hair sideways, carefully putting on her earrings like someone wasn't crashing out behind her. Clara's chest rose and fell fast, her eyes slowly turning red with anger. “I’m talking to you, Cassandra. You’re my sister, are you really trying to steal my husband?” “Exactly, Clara. We’re sisters, do you really think I'd snatch your husband? Would you ever do that to me?”

Sophia had returned and an unknown woman had arrived in the middle of the night knowing he was a married man now,with an envelope that had turned Alexander pale yet there was nothing to explain? “Do you think I’m stupid?” The question slipped out before she could stop it. This made Alexander’s eyes to narrow at her but Amelia continued instead. “You keep expecting me to accept things without answers. You tell me not to ask questions and to stay out of things that don’t concern me.” Her voice rose as it began to crack at the end. “But somehow my sister is always at the center of those things.” That got a small reaction from him and for a split second, something dark flashed across Alexander’s

“Mom’s stable but the doctors called me in a panic so I flew over. But guess what? My husband Victor is also in the city for work today. He texted earlier saying he’s nearby at some meeting. I told him to join us here in the lobby so we can all catch up. Wouldn’t that be perfect? You two haven’t met yet but I’ve told him so much about my brilliant little sister, the matchmaker.” My stomach dropped like a rock. Victor. Her husband Victor. The name hit me and the pieces started slamming together in my head. Salt-and-pepper hair. That commanding voice. The way he fucked like he owned every inch. No. Fuck no. My legs felt weak and my pussy clenched involuntarily around the cum still inside me as

She said gently “ You can't be pregnant with my sister's husband, they are legally married so it's not acceptable.” She said it with such confidence that I wondered why she was doing this for me. Someone who came to fight with me in my house, isn't that awkward? “ Well, people don't even know your so-called sister's husband (Lawson) is married. Why did he make the wedding a secret if not that he is ashamed of your so-called sister? Don't be surprised when he marries me and divorces your sister who can't bear him a child.” Grace wanted to attack her but I held her back.

I turned around, shook her off in disgust, and said coldly, “What right do you have to question me, Stacy?” She instinctively glanced at Eric. “You’re my brother-in-law. Of course, I can ask! My sister has only recently passed, and you are already with another woman. Do you have no shame?” I ignored her and tried to leave. She stepped in front of Vanessa and looked down at her. “Do you even know what kind of person he is? He has a child. After his wife died, he immediately started looking for new women to take her place. If he is interested in you, maybe he is just using you as a substitute—”

The night we get married, Hugo Lambert caresses the burn on my shoulder and says, "They said you risked your life to go into the fire and save Hayden back then. I didn't believe them, but now it seems like they were telling the truth." He smiles bitterly. "So, in your eyes, I'm nothing more than a stand-in for him." Before I can explain, he silences me with a kiss. After a night of passion, I just assume he's jealous and teasing me. But after that night, Hugo starts seeing other women and never comes home again. Even when my father, Bernard Colgan, is on his deathbed, Hugo is still spending the night with his mistress, Janelle Langdon. I call him for the first time in three years. "Hug

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

"You are!" My eyes widened and my thoughts stammered. Despite of hardly any noticeable similarities between them, I couldn't pin point a single thing that could make them brothers. Thinking of similarities, none of other vicious husbands of mine had any resemblance to conclude them as brothers. Every single one had their own charisma, ignited different danger. If one radiated heat of fire, other reciprocated coldness of ice. If one had senses of predator, other was as chaotic as mind of warrior. I was a loving wife. I wasn't particularly fascinated by one.