This Time He Married My Sister Novels & Stories

The text did have something to do with my sister to be sincere. "Oh really? Did she say that she was coming back any time soon? Actually, I would really like to meet your sister. I had never met her before and I can't help but think that this is a pity. Since we are getting married she needs to have some important part in our wedding right? I know that you would want your sister to be at your wedding!" He said to me. I sighed, truly not knowing what to say. He was talking about getting my sister to attend our wedding and I may have to betray him to save my sister.

I said to him as I sighed heavily blinking back the tears that filled my eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked me as I scoffed looking at him. “Are you serious right now? I thought you were doing what your boss asked you to?” I asked him and he just lowered his head. “When we went to that party. My sister was there and Liam invited them without telling me” I said lowering my head as I thought about what kind of husband I was married to now. “Your sister? The one who ran away?” He asked me as I nodded my head inhaling sharply as I looked at him.

The way he always touched me, and made me feel desired. It's been six long and awful months. Since he married my sister. Oh my God. I gasped. My dead sister. I was fucking around with my late sister's husband. And just like a splash of cold water, reality slammed me in the face and I froze. What on earth am I doing? Oh goddess, what am I doing? I frantically shoved Kael away from me with all the strength I could muster, and bent to pick up my shirt. “What?” Kael murmured, blinking rapidly and looking confused.

That was the opportunity to make my move and to my surprise, he had responded to my flirting. We had spent the afternoon having sex and it continued for months after. Now he was mine and we would soon be married and have our own family. Yes I had hurt my sister, but hey, all was fair in love and war I looked around and spotted him talking to a couple of his pals. “Great party,” Ella a friend of mine said walking up to me. “Thanks.” I said briefly. I knew Ella enough to know she was going to start asking me annoying questions. “Where is your sister?” She asked.

A few months later, they would be engaged. And a few months after that, after an unexpected disaster, I would replace her in the wedding to solidify the merger between our two families. On our wedding night, even though I was willing, he was unable to consummate our union. His mind was still on my sister, who was lost to us. “If you loved your sister as much as you say you do, you’d never try this. You’d respect my wishes and let me mourn in peace.” He was mourning. I was too. So I gave him his space.

I keep on smiling, "I've been worried about my sister since she was forced to marry five years ago. Now that she's married to you, I'm very happy for her. I'm sorry I missed her wedding again. When did you get married?" Beowulf's face froze. "I'm ready to get married, but I haven't had a chance to do it yet. I'll bring her back and we'll get married as soon as possible." I laughed. They hadn't had a formal wedding. He had no right to take my sister away. I pretended to be surprised. "That's great. I'll be there for sure." I turned to Nuri. "We'll pick out the best wedding present for them, won't we?"

I said, raising both hands into the air. He stared at me for a moment, then smiled. "I believe you," he said, gently lowering my hands. "What about your sister? Why didn’t you look for her?" he asked. The moment he mentioned her, I tensed. I didn’t want to talk about it. That pain still felt fresh. But he pushed again. "What happened with her?" "My husband married her instead of me," I said bitterly. "That man... he’s evil." Adam’s face twisted in shock.

He must have lost his mind after the accident. Yes, I was forcing myself to accept that he was now married to my sister. But where was I in this whole process? The pain was still here. He was still here. How could I forget when I saw him every single day? When I heard the voice that used to be only for me?

I smirked, "Your brother as I recall, is pretty smart" "My brother is a nutcase, trust me" "Speaking of your brother, I met him once. He's such a gentleman" "He told me about it," He said quietly, "He'd asked me to see you before you left but I thought I'd take some more time..." He stopped and for some reason, my steps halted as well. I raised my head to meet his gaze, "Then I heard you got married a few weeks after" That was a year and a half back when I got married to Theodore.

“I’ll have a new one here in the morning.” “Of course you’re sorry now,” I sputter, unable to think of anything else to say, and his lips twitch. I turn around because he’s too handsome to stare at. I’m just happy I’m not turning into the lovestruck girl that I used to be when I heard his name or saw him around town. That died the day he asked for my sister's hand in marriage. Though he really hadn’t in the end, none of this would have been a mix-up in the first place if he didn’t spend his whole life ignoring me. Is this how he plans to make it right?