Sisters Husband Novels & Stories

Lied so well, he had me thanking him for being a good husband while he was fucking someone else behind my back! There was another woman in my husband’s life. I just never thought it would be her. My own blood sister. With my husband. How long has it been going on? How did I miss the signs? It was right under my fucking nose!!! “Sister…uhm.. what are you doing here? I mean—how did you find out…” Emelia stuttered, still glued beneath the sheets. I raised my hand. I wasn’t here for her pathetic explanation. My eyes were already fixed on the man whom I’d built my entire life around.

When he found out what happened, he announced our wedding that same day. It felt like a dream come true. Except it wasn't a dream at all. It was a nightmare. Dylan didn't love me. Not even a little bit. He hated me, actually. Despised me. And I knew exactly why, because marrying me meant he had to let go of the woman he truly loved, Sophie Bennett. And here's the twisted part: Sophie is my sister. My own flesh and blood. Still, I gathered every bit of courage I had and called him.

"She wouldn't dare. And if she ever does, I'll deal with her myself." Satisfied, Scarlette lowered her head, hiding the triumphant smile tugging at her lips—but not before flashing me a quick, mocking glance. I laughed coldly. This woman knew exactly how to play weak and pitiful to earn his sympathy. No matter how wrong she was, Grayson always defended her. Even back when I was his girlfriend, I'd had to step aside because she was his sister-in-law. And every time I gave an inch, she took a mile. My eyes hardened, and instead of backing down, my voice rose, sharp and furious. "Grayson, I'm your wife! If you spend the night with her, what does that make me?"

Then I saw his hand. It came up and settled on Ingrid's waist—easy, familiar. His hand slid down to her hips in the way you touch someone you touch often — and Ingrid turned her face up toward his, and they were close. Too intimate. The particular proximity of people who are comfortable with each other in a way that has nothing to do with a brother-in-law and his sister-in-law. I stood on the pavement, and his name died on my lips. My heart stopped. What's going on between my sister and my husband?

I walked back toward the main hall, my heart pounding harder with every step. And then I saw her. My sister. Standing in the center of the room. She was smiling, happy and I was going towards her and almost immediately I froze! Because she wasn’t alone anymore, Her hand was wrapped around his arm. And this time… I could see his face clearly. My heart stopped. My breath caught. My entire world came trembling. Because the man I had just left in that room… Was her fiancé.

"He took advantage of a dying woman." Mr. Santoro's expression hardened. "My nephew is one of the finest men I know. He took care of your mother in her final months, asked for nothing in return, and has been maintaining that restaurant out of his own pocket for the past year. "I signed the papers in silence, my hand shaking with anger. When I got back to the restaurant, Gus was still there. "All set with Mr. Santoro?" he asked."You married my mother."He stopped wiping, his shoulders tensing slightly. "Yes."

"Tomorrow morning. Neil will bring her home." Ria glanced towards her husband. Unlike the others, she had never met Tara. She and Rishi had married five years earlier, long after Naina's death and after Tara had stopped visiting the Oberoi residence. At the time of their wedding, both of Neil's parents had still been alive. Ria had heard about Naina, naturally. Her photographs remained throughout the mansion, and although the family rarely discussed her death, her memory had never entirely left the household. She also knew what that loss had done to Neil. And now the woman coming home as his wife was Naina's younger sister.

Victoria spoke slowly. "But why would he do that!? Is he our relative?" He asked again. "Yes, you can say that. Umm. Vincent, he is your brother-in-law.." Victoria spoke with hesitation. Her tone was low. "Huh!?" He looked at his sister, "but I don't have any married sister.." It never appeared in his mind that it could be his own sister's husband. She let him sit on the edge of the bed and hold his hand "Vincent, he is my... Umm. Husband. He is my husband.."

"Dad, why are you yelling at me? I didn't do anything wrong but that woman did. She came into our lives and ruin everything for us. First, it was my husband; she has made him leave me and my daughter. She turned my husband against me and not only him, even you too.... You never listen to me again and you even told me that I'm not your daughter, all because of who? HER! All this is happening to us only because of her and when everything is about to go back to it normal pace, you don't want to. Aryan want to set everything right but you're not letting him to." "You're sick!" Dad spat at her. I don't know what's going on between him and my sister. They are no more in good terms with each other

Has my sister been hiding how shitty her husband is too? “Lying bastards,” I spat to him, the lady who was with him and my husband, Rick. Oh, how I wasn’t even moved by seeing my husband there. It was very normal and usual to see him. He wasn’t even begging. But I was indeed shocked to my marrows to see Vincent, my sister’s husband. “Wait, wait, Jane, don’t tell Sheba please,” he pleaded and I let out a very loud cackle. “What do you take me for? Like who exactly do you think I am? Not to tell my sister about how shitty you are? You must be mad,” I scoffed, still holding my phone up, recording.