This Time He Married My Sister Novels & Stories

In my past life, my sister and I got married on the same day. I married Ethan Vance, a conservative, old-school business tycoon. My fiery temper clashed with his family's rigid rules, and we fought constantly. My sister Seraphina married General Alexander Marshall, a cold and ruthless military man. She was gentle and timid, and while her husband was always away on duty, his adopted sister Sophia tormented her endlessly until she fell into depression and died. The first thing I did when I was reborn was swap husbands with my sister. Before the wedding, I made a deal with Alexander: "This is just a political marriage. We each get what we need. No feelings involved." But after we married,

Five years into our secret marriage, Alex finally agreed to give me a wedding. But the day before the ceremony, I was the one who called it off. The Castellano Family butler asked me, stunned, "Ma'am, the ceremony is tomorrow. Are you sure you don't want to wait for Mr. Castellano to come home?" I picked up my packed suitcase. My voice came out light, almost relieved. "He isn't coming. Right now he's in a church in New York, saying his vows with his adopted sister."

I asked, curious to know further. “She got married to the man she loved and unfortunately that was not me.” He replied nonchalantly but the sting in his eyes was crystal. “Was she your friend or something?” “No, she was… Um.. My nothing.” He paused, unable to speak further and I realized I shouldn’t ask anymore, judging the expression on his face. “I.. got married to the sister of the person I loved.” I told him vaguely, faintly earning a weird look from him. “How was she your lover when you married her sister?” He asked, bewildered.

And the fact that he was just speaking about his past actions, which had actually happened, was shaking me from the inside out. "That’s enough talking about him. What about you?" I spat in anger. Out of everyone, he didn’t deserve to blame others when he himself had done me wrong many times. "What about me?" he mumbled, giving a shrug to his shoulder. "You have done so much in your past. Oh, wait, just about a few hours back when you were ready to marry my sister." that was a right hit. I saw his smile turn into a frown. "You were going to kidnap me, take me out of town, and marry my sister?" I laughed at him.

My sister reacted instantly, reaching over and clamping her hand over my mouth before I could say anything worse. “You must be Arianna,” he said instead, ignoring my interruption with a warm smile. He stepped forward and extended his hand. “You can call me big brother. I’ll be marrying your sister soon.” My eyes widened instantly. “Wait—what?” I blurted the moment her hand left my mouth. I turned sharply to my sister. “I thought you weren’t getting married. Did you change your mind?” Silence. For the first time that evening, my big sister looked genuinely stunned. Her eyes narrowed slowly at me, like she was calculating how I had just betrayed her in public.

His sister followed us shortly, giddy like a small girl. "You look so good Nala." she said hugging me lightly. "Thank you, you do too." They proceeded to talk about the marriage a little bit, his sister asking him what changed his mind. He had mentioned that he hadn’t been planning on getting married again and up until now i had been certain it was love for his wife that kept him from wanting a new wife. Now i wasn’t entirely certain. And why should i care? He wasn’t going to be my husband in any true sense of the word. He would be my partner.

In despair, I simply cling to his neck with both hands, giving him a faint smile: "Of course, what I said is true. You should know that I started pursuing Jared during college. I pursued him for four years, and we've been married for three years. When you tally up the time, it's exactly when your sister died."

he responded as he pecked me on my forehead again. And from the look on my sister face she really seemed to believe I'm whole lovey-dovey romantic marriage, which well is better for me asking as she doesn't ask any more questions. “You both are just perfect for each other,” she said as smile so happily,“Brother in-law so feel free to steal your wife away now, I already had my time with her and certainly do not want to disturb you both,” she said as she smiled mischievously. And I could already tell what was going on in that her crazy mind.

“You don't have to answer that, sir. Forgive my intrusion.” "Is ok. I have never been married. My sister says I was madly in love with a girl and followed her everywhere, even after she was forced to marry. But she doesn't know who she is, and I don't remember either." He continues to tell me about his life in a matter-of-fact way.

The name felt heavier now. The door opened twenty minutes later. Diana stepped in, shaking rain from her coat. Her face told everything before she spoke. “You survived it,” I said, voice low. “Tell me the rest in person. No more texts.” She hugged me tight, wet coat and all. “It was exactly as messy as we expected. But you laughed earlier. That counts. Hold onto that sound.” I held on, breathing in the familiar scent of her perfume. The wedding had happened. My sister married my ex while the world watched and commented. The empty seat stayed empty. And somewhere in the back a stranger had watched that emptiness instead of the couple.