Novel & Cerita This Time He Married My Sister

But they did. “You don't owe me anything and I don’t care who you’re with,” I snapped, though my voice shook. “After all, this marriage was against both our wills. And after what my sister did to yo—” “About that…” His tone shifted, low and unreadable, shutting me up instantly. “I want to take you somewhere this evening. Be ready.” Before I could ask what he meant, he leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of my ear. His whisper sent a shiver down my spine.

Ryan stood beside me and read them off one by one. "All of this..." "Is that the last one?" "There's one more. It says you wanted a divorce because you..." "Because I what?" "Because you'd fallen for someone else." I paused. Then I started to laugh. I had spent every waking moment of my last life trying to be a good wife to Marcus. I'd learned to cook for him. And still he avoided me at every turn. Whenever he had a free hour, he was either out on business or with Selena. He'd cut off my contact with the outside world and then refused to come near me, letting me rot quietly inside that estate. And now the story was that I'd left him for another man.

I was someone he willingly divorced his wife, my own sister, to marry. All because he couldn’t stop loving me after I perfected myself for him, after I played my role like a seasoned actress until it became reality. So why now? “She is the major star we have been waiting for all these years,” he answered, turning to me and grabbing my shoulder gently. His touch was reassuring, but his eyes betrayed something else. He looked into mine as though searching for agreement, for approval, for something unspoken between us. But just then, in less than a second, his gaze shifted.

Ava's Pov "Miss Ava Sterling," the pastor said, turning toward me. "Do you take Ethan Van Horn as your lawfully wedded husband?" The question hangs in the air like a weight pressing against my chest. For a moment I cannot breathe. I can't imagine in my life that a day will come when I would be getting married to my sister's fiancee, what a big betrayal from me. Hundreds of eyes are watching me. I can feel them even though I refuse to look at the crowd. Powerful families,Influential business partners,Socialites who thrive on whispers and scandals.

He looks at me, his eyes moving down my body and resting a second longer over my chest. Last night flashes through my mind. That woman. The sight of her on her knees, sucking him off and giving me the stink eye. Hurt blooms in my chest, choking around my throat. I straighten myself, bow, and start walking out. “This weekend,” he speaks, pausing me in my tracks. “My sister is getting married.” I turn to him. “Oh, I didn’t know you had a sister,” He clears his throat. “I do. Ryker will be in attendance, that means you’ll be there. As his wife.”

My husband, Arthur Banks, had just been promoted to colonel and ordered to report to his new post in Miami immediately. Under the military relocation program, he could bring two family members with him. Our neighbors envied me. They thought my daughter and I would have a better life in Miami. But I knew he'd already promised those two spots to his widowed adopted sister, Emily Carter, and her daughter, Lucy. In my last life, his decision had hurt and angered me so much that I'd filed a complaint. That forced Arthur to change the list. A few years later, Arthur came home a success, ready to take Emily and Lucy to Miami, only to learn that Emily had sunk into depression and died. He took Lucy,

he said, it's the audacity for me. “It doesn't and you are with my sister not me,it doesn't but you have treated me like shit, like I don't exist this past weeks, it doesn't but you cause me pain. You are fucking getting married to my sister”. He looked surprised by my outburst “so please tell me what we are doing?. He remained speechless, he couldn't even look at me , it looks like he was trying to think of what to say. “I thought you would want these aren't you supposed to be happy that I am with you?

He answered back. "That's…That's great news, I can see my sister loves you, for her to choose you as her husband,' I forced a smile. With every word he was spilling out of his mouth tearing me to pieces, my eyes were beaming just at those words he said to me. I couldn't even look him in the eye, to hide my face I had to look down at my blanket, it was embarrassing. I don't have to cry in front of him, he was my Mate but he wasn't mine but someone else and worse, it had to be my sister he was getting married to, why wasn't it someone else instead. Why was life so cruel?

It had been so long—years, really—since we’d had a moment like this. My sister got married four years ago, and since then, I’ve barely seen her. She fell in love, and it was like she disappeared into another world. I guess love does that to some people. Scott was a nice guy, sure. He treated her well, adored her even. But they never seemed to have time for anyone else.

He yelled his face turning red. I cringed, if I could turn back the hands of time, I would have remained a virgin." I'm not discussing this with you right now." I said plainly, moving over to the bedroom. He followed me behind." Heck no! We are discussing this right now. You were supposed to marry her but you didn't! You left my sister heartbroken!" My nostrils flared." Fine, we were supposed to get married, but then I met Lillian. End of story!"