The Shadow Sister’s Secret Marriage นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Felix's hands were intertwined on top of the black bag, before he finally looked at the two detectives who were looking at him curiously. "You guys are right. But, I can't do much for tradition and the request for marriage was written in the family inheritance papers, Mrs. Michelle had even made a power of attorney to make the inheritance papers official and valid in the eyes of the law. In fact, the letters were made in a state of consciousness and witnessed by the relevant attorneys. I was one of the living witnesses when the letter was written and stamped, Mrs. Michelle seemed to make all those things without the slightest hesitation. Apparently, she didn't even care about her personal se

He naturally took my hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand, his eyes brimming with tenderness: "This is the child we've been hoping for so long. Of course I want to give them the best." This display of devotion—if I hadn't heard the truth with my own ears, who would believe it was all an act? As we walked out of the mall, we ran into Emily coming toward us. She was wearing a well-tailored maternity dress. When she saw us, especially James holding my hand tightly, a flash of jealous hatred crossed her eyes before being deliberately replaced with smugness. But she was alone. It seemed my "dear sister's" marriage to my former fiancé wasn't as blissful as it had appeared.

The back of my neck prickled like I was being watched, judged, weighed. And then… the knife came. Vivian. “Brother-in-law,” she said, her voice sugar-sweet and full of poison. “How did you and my sister meet? You two got married just four months ago, right? But I remember… wasn’t Nick still my sister’s boyfriend at that time?” The clatter of a fork echoed through the silence. My hands turned cold. Lisa’s eyes snapped to Vivian, a warning barely masked. “Vivian, that’s enough.”

“I would like to acknowledge our witnesses. Standing as best man, Nate Blackthorne’s brother and second-in-command of the Shadowmoon Pack, Levi Blackthorne.” No. Please, no. Brother. The church tilted and blurred as the breath I held was knocked out with those words. I just fucked my husband’s brother hours before my wedding. Less than twelve hours ago, I’d been in his bed. Had let him inside my body. Had screamed his name while he made me come so hard I saw stars. And now he was standing there watching me marry Nate. Nate’s hand tightened on my lower back. His thumb moved in a small circle against my spine, grounding me, steadying me.

She bit her lip and asked weakly, "Sister… you don't mean that, right? This is the Rossi family engagement. Didn't you always dream of marrying Dante?" Elara looked down at them, like watching a troupe of clumsy clowns performing a crude play. "Yes, I was blind before. But now, I'm not interested."

she chided herself. She thought again about the scene in the room and felt her heart cut once again. They were holding each other. The man she had longed for the longest time was holding on to her illegitimate sister, and the wound felt incurable. She would have to find a way to forget about Ronan. It would not be easy, but she had to. And she knew, sometimes, people were so carved into your heart that to remove them from your heart, one had to get rid of that heart.

Coming closer. Isabella turned toward the door instinctively. The hallway light dimmed. A shadow stretched across the floor. Long. Unnatural. Not matching any visible body. Her breath caught. “No…” she whispered. The footsteps stopped just outside the door. Silence. Then A second shadow appeared. Overlapping the first. Too many angles. Too wrong. Her sister stepped back into the darkness of the closet. Pulling Isabella slightly with her. “Don’t look at him directly,” she whispered urgently.

She’d sworn she’d never come back to the Thorn pack, yet here she was, summoned by her father’s guilt trip and the threat of family “disgrace.” Lila looked radiant up front in white lace, smiling like the perfect bride. Her stepsister... The girl who used to braid her hair and share secrets. Now? Just another reminder of everything that broke. Serena stood beside her as maid of honor, sleek and smug in emerald green, her hand brushing Kai’s arm a little too familiarly.

Sent my sister the school trip money and heard her squeal like Christmas had come early. They seemed so relieved, happy, proud—it should’ve filled me with joy. But instead, it left a pit in my stomach. Because I knew who I owed. Elena. And she knew it too. Two days later, I was back in that glass tower. The envelope was empty, but the memory of breathing easy clung to me like perfume. Elena didn’t waste time. “I need you to take my place,” she said. I blinked. “Your place?” She nodded, calm as ever. “My family has arranged a meeting. With a man. Wealthy, powerful, important. They want me to marry him. I don’t want to. But appearances matter. So, you will go in my place.”

“And the lovely new sister. Father sent me to escort you. He wants this meeting to be… intimate.” Darius stopped short. His voice dropped. “Step aside, Ronan.” Ronan didn’t move right away. Instead, he looked straight at me, that smile never fading. “Careful tonight, Princess Elara. Not everything in this family is what it seems. Especially not on wedding nights.” Before I could respond, Darius placed a hand on my lower back, guiding me forward past his half-brother. We kept walking, but the hallway suddenly felt longer, darker, and far more dangerous than before.