Wifes Sister Novels & Stories

Jones demanded angrily. "Or do you mean what Sean Wilson displayed out there?" Jacob retorted, also angry. "He's your brother-in-law now, part of our family. Even if you don't like him because he took your girlfriend in the past, he's still your sister's husband. Do you care about your sister at all?" "Don't tell me you still have feelings for Andrea. Son, that's insane! She's your little sister," Mrs. Jones scoffed, placing her hand on her waist.

“My sister has nothing to talk about with you. You can leave if it’s about the Browns. My sister is not related to the Browns. Don’t worry about my sister going back to him. It’s your husband’s problem if he finds another woman. My sister has nothing to do with it. “My sister has known Hank for over a decade, and he’s her first love. They were so in love and were happy after the wedding. In the end, he ended the marriage because of you. It’s clear this man can’t be trusted. Just look at what happened to my sister. One day, the same will happen to you.”

She has transformed into a beautiful woman. - Welcome sister-in-law. You've grown up well. How old are you now? - I'm twenty-one this year. - Wow, you're old. It was my son who just spoke. - Shut up, brat. - You're the brat. - Everyone to the table. My wife is twenty-eight, and her sister twenty-one. I'm thirty. We sit down to eat, but my eyes are still fixed on my sister-in-law. She is so beautiful.

I glared at my brother. "Are you stalking me?" I'm beyond pissed. "Don't flatter yourself brother, It's Zach, he's been snooping around a lot." He pushed a glass towards my direction pouring vodka in his glass before passing it over to me. I pushed the glass back, I'm not going to have a drink with him like we are cool. We are not. "You can't blame him, you killed his sister, your wife," I yelled at him. "Ex and she committed suicide." Oh, I almost forgot the lie.

“You’re working even at your sister’s party.” “I’m a programmer. I don’t actually live,” I answered flatly. In the center of the ballroom, Fiona looked like an ad for happiness. Her dress was ivory, not a wedding gown but definitely enough to make it clear she was in the phase of not caring who was jealous. She laughed brightly, hugged aunts, greeted guests, and every now and then waved at me from across the room like, look at me, sis, I’m happy. And I lifted my hand and waved back with a thin smile.

At first, I wasn't sure if I really did tell her that I liked her since I thought that it was all in my mind, but seeing her reaction earlier only confirmed my suspicion. I did tell her that I liked her, and thinking about it now, I don't feel any regret about telling her how I felt about her. "Enough, Ang! I know you don't like me like that, and besides, I'm your brother's wife! I'm Anthony's wife." What she said merely reaffirmed that I had told her how I felt about her, and now that it's out, nothing is stopping me. "And that's the fuckup in this situation that I'm in. I like my brother's wife, which is so wrong," I resentfully said.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

“Then let’s find you a wife. You own a strip club, for heaven’s sake. There are more women here than you could count.” “That would be an obvious farce,” I told her. She didn’t know the terms but she quickly caught on. “Heston has a sister…” “No.” She crossed her arms impatiently. “Then what the fuck do you want?” Anything but for Heston to gain leverage over me. He would have a field day poking fun at my predicament, then I would have to walk on eggshells around his sister for however long our marriage needed to last. I couldn’t tell Siren that. She would make it her mission to tell Heston everything she knew.

Is this a sign that she is not a faithful wife? Vio doesn't know why she wants to know about Adrian's private life. As if the man was fascinating for her to learn more deeply. "This is my niece's birthday party. She's my sister's daughter. She's as spoiled as Kyra." Adrian shook his head when he remembered how spoiled Fatia, his nephew, had a birthday tonight. "Sometimes, the two of them compete for my attention." Adrian suddenly remembered when Kyra and Fatia fought because they both wanted to be in Adrian's arms. This happened when they were both six years old.

On their fourth anniversary, Katya Volkov waits for a husband who never comes home. Then she discovers the truth: Dimitri Orlov has been living a secret life with his widowed sister-in-law. Heartbroken, Katya signs the divorce papers, only to find Dimitri refusing to let her go. Then Roman Dashkov enters her life, offering the one thing Dimitri never did: a reason to believe in love again. But Dimitri isn't ready to lose his wife. And when jealousy turns into obsession, Katya may discover that walking away from the man she loved is only the beginning of the war.