Novel & Cerita This Time He Married My Sister

I started again, my voice hard with a no-nonsense tone, but of course, he cut me off. "I should never have married you, Mina. You are the most vile, vindictive—" But I stopped him, my voice cutting through. "I came here because we’re going to be working together. I didn’t come here to hash out our personal feelings. I didn't come here so you could insult me either. By the way, You—you were the one who slept with my sister, to begin with. My only sister. While we were married, then You went ahead and got her pregnant.“ I shook my head both in disbelief at his audacity and disgust for his behaviour.

He expected me to look into the eyes of his grandmother and lie straight to her face? “Well, I need to go see my sister today,” I shot back firmly. “I’m not going to miss out on it. Okay?” “Okay.” He frowned, and I could tell he was pissed I wasn’t bending to what he wanted. Well, we were married now, and married couples had disagreements all the time. He would just have to get used to it.

I have never thought about my marriage not like this at least. Like becoming a wife of someone who loves someone else and is eagerly waiting to marry her. "No. No way on the earth I am going to do it." I again muttered under my breath. After some time Cannon's parents reached at our place. I let out a sigh in relief as I thought they were going to call off this marriage alliance but no. Ethan Henderson, Cannon's father heard everything all silently and then turning to me spoke up being all calm, "You should get married to Cannon then." only to get me all shocked.

I was not myself at that time. I don't believe in this marriage. But I needed to confront him face to face. He was Betty's brother?? Liam's brother-in-law?? He knew all that and still, he married me?? What was his motive?? Why didn't he introduce me to them before the wedding?? Why did he marry me?? He said that he would even kill someone for hurting his sister. I just could not wait here for him to come. I needed the answer to my questions right away or I would have gone mad.

All I could feel or understand about the wedding was, that I didn't know when the time passed. They threw a party, they danced, to my sister's favourite song, and the screen showed my sister with my now-husband. It breaks me, suffocates me. But I don't have any strength to face anything. The party ended at midnight... I am sure, he won't come into our room. So, exhausted, I walk into the room which is booked for our wedding night. Of course, it was booked for my sister. Now I am the one as a replacement.

“Please, Alisa. Don’t leave me. It was a mistake. I didn’t even know she was pregnant. We just did it once, okay?” His touch burned not with heat but with betrayal. I looked at his hand like it belonged to a stranger, almost laughing at his lie. “Really, once? Don’t you dare say that excuse to my face. Besides, you’re only sorry because you got caught,” I said quietly, then yanked my hand free. “And it’s too late, you impregnated my sister!” He stood there, helpless and hollow as I turned and walked away. The days that followed blurred into one long ache. I stayed in the guest room while Victor roamed the halls like a ghost. We barely spoke. He tried to apologize, but I was done listening. M

What I saw next hit me like a slap. There, sitting on his desk—my husband’s desk—was Fiona. My sister. She was perched on the edge, arms around his neck, laughing, her hand stroking his shoulder. They didn’t even look surprised. They didn’t flinch. They just sat there, like they had a right to. “Fiona?” My voice cracked. “What the hell are you doing? With my husband?” She tilted her head and smiled lazily. “Elvis, today’s our anniversary,” I said, turning to him. “Why are you here with my sister?”

"Feel free to take time to consider before answering." I raised an eyebrow, curious about his sudden shift in tone. "That sounds ominous." He laughed, the sound easing some of the tension that had appeared in his shoulders. "Not ominous, just important. My sister is getting married in July, in Colorado where my family lives. I'd like you to come with me—meet my parents, see where I grew up, be my date for what promises to be an excessively elaborate three-day wedding extravaganza." The invitation represented a significant step in our relationship—meeting family, being introduced as someone important in his life, traveling together for the first time. Six months ago, the prospect would have t

"Yes, but it'll be a fake marriage. After all, I can't just let it slide after being cheated on. I need some payback." Hearing this, his expression dimmed, but he nodded in agreement. Our wedding proceeded as planned under the terms of the original engagement. On the big day, I walked into the grand hall draped in white lace, my hand resting lightly on Logan's arm. We went through the entire ceremony, and, of course, Norris showed up with Jasmine in tow. His face was a storm cloud of emotions, his expression a mix of resentment and disbelief. I waved at him, my voice gentle as I spoke, "Norris, guess what? I'm your sister-in-law now."

"You think you can leave me?! Go on then! Run! You'll come back, like you always do!" My fists clench as I halt in my steps. For a second. Just a second, I contemplate throwing something at him. Something that'll make blood spill all over. His words aren't entirely false. I do love him. I've loved him for a long time. My mistake was thinking he felt the same way. I glance at him over my shoulder, his half exposed lean body, the cocky smirk on his face. My sister's words ring in my head: "There's no way you can get married and have a normal life. I'll bet half my fortune on it."