Sisters Husband Novels & Stories

Every breath burned. The night was closing in and the ceremony ended. This couldn't be happening. My mate is my twin sister's husband and there was nothing I could do about it. I found Sailyn alone in a quiet corner of the hall, she was checking something or so… I didn't care. I lunged towards her. “You really think this makes you better than me?” I demanded, voice low, trembling with rage. “Stealing him from me?” Her smirk widened, that infuriating curl of superiority. “Stealing? Solyn… he was never yours. You never had him.”

"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.

All of it. Maybe it had been. People were allowed to hold two things at once, weren't they. A woman could genuinely enjoy braiding her sister's hair on a Tuesday afternoon and still hand a household schedule to men who wanted that sister dead by Friday. I understood that in theory. Understanding it in theory didn't make it easier to sit with at two in the morning, staring at a ceiling I used to stare at as a girl who thought the worst thing that could happen to her was being forgotten. I got up before dawn and went to find Kael.

That night at the Xavier estate, I wasn’t myself. My gaze kept drifting to where she was. Samantha Xavier. My sister-in-law. My husband’s sister was igniting every hidden desire I thought I had buried for good. I had not touched a woman once since Claire. After the introduction, I made my move. I was already this affected....why hold back? “Samantha, I’m so glad you’re back,” I said, swirling the wine in my glass while my eyes stayed locked on her face. “Sebastian told me you’re going to be staying with us. Where do you plan to start your internship?”

I didn't ask myself why. Twenty minutes later, Jay Menisa was standing in my gym. He wore old sweatpants and a faded hoodie with a rip on the left sleeve. His sneakers were worn at the heels. His hair was messier than at dinner. He looked tired — the kind of tired that comes from working two jobs and still not having enough. "Your sister is manipulative," he said. "I know." "She said you agreed enthusiastically." "I didn't." Jay nodded. Walked past me toward the treadmill. Didn't ask where anything was. Just found it. Adjusted the speed. Hopped on.

After marrying into the Preston family, I had worked tirelessly for them, only to end up killed by my own husband. Just as I thought my body was about to be riddled with knives, Scott suddenly appeared directly above us. The blade hovered over Nicky's head. I had no strength left to act and could think of no better plan. All I could do was turn the camera around to face Nicky and shout frantically, "Scott, I'm begging you—please just believe me this one time! This really is Nicky! I'm not lying to you! She really is your sister!" On the video call, Scott rolled his eyes impatiently.

"She's my wife. I... I can't just watch her get hurt." The words hit me like a physical blow. His wife. Kate was his wife now. Not me. Not the woman who had stood by him for five years, who had loved him and supported him and believed in him even when he didn't deserve it. Kate. The sister who had spent years trying to destroy me. I opened my mouth to fire back another word something cutting, something cruel, something that would make him feel even a fraction of the pain he had caused me but before I could speak, the sound of a chair violently scraping backwards shattered the air.

Was my sister planning my murder? I ran after her. " What?? Why ?? " " For a hot date... " " Hot date ?? Srusti ?? You are kidding me?? She is not going on any date... " " Yes, my husband wants his sister to get married." She smiled. " The said sister of your husband is married to your brother. Does that matter to you? " I said and my words were literally dripping with sarcasm. " Yeah... But not for too long now. Viraj told his lawyer to prepare the divorce papers. " She said and went to look for Harry and I was so irritated with the way she was behaving. I followed her.

Sebastian said confidently while crossing one leg over the other. “I bet what the two of them are doing wouldn’t even appear in movie scripts. Clearly, they are a married couple. However, our sister-in-law doesn’t even know who he is, and ended up asking her real husband to pretend to be her husband.” Henry could not resist teasing before he started laughing out loudly.

she almost threw up the food in her mouth, she shifted the dish aside. "This man here is my immediate sister's husband. No wonder... My sister had been complaining lately of her husband denying her of quality attention. She suspected he's having an extramarital affair, meaning you are the one behind my sister's broken home. I wouldn't watch you get away with this. You'd have to leave this man" she slammed the table. "Excuse me... What are you talking about!?" Bimbo asked, she was pissed off. "You heard me right!! I am well related to the man here. He's like a brother to me. You know what this means? I wouldn't watch you truncate his life. He's my sister's husband!"